I think it's safe to say that you can't classify a person in just a few words. But I also think it's safe to say that there are definitely "types" of people. For my second and final Wellness class at the University of Richmond (thank God) I am taking a course on relationships.
I didn't sleep well last Thursday. I had one of those "half-asleep" nights in which you wake up and make the mistake of looking at your cell phone for the 10th time.
You'd think that working out is working out, plain and simple ‐ whether it be running on the treadmill at home, trying to drop your recently acquired college pounds or fooling yourself into thinking that you can keep them off at the lovely Richmond gym ‐ and you'd think that all workouts are created equal.
Despite our intensive experience in the art of human interaction by the age of 18 years, a lot takes place in our subconscious during our interactions with others that completely evades the detection of our self-awareness radars.
Imagine that a certain someone (me) walks up to the doors of Gottwald on a weekend. This person (me), being a bio major, expects to be able to get into an academic building after hours.
Once upon a time, there was a mystical, magical land where beer grew on trees, boys only wore pants and bowties that looked like the Easter bunny threw up on them and textbooks, cigarettes, microwaveable burritos, alcoholic beverages and other pleasantries could be purchased with special currency that magically refilled itself each semester (or with one desperate call to Mom). This special land was where young idiots from New Jersey (like myself) would go to endure rigorous training to become successful accountants, surgeons, journalists and other boring professions that we swore in third grade we would never succumb to.
During the past few days, The Collegian staff has heard many rumors, stories and questions about some violent and disturbing incidents that occurred on campus last weekend.
Dear Natasha, I appreciate your need to "speak out" against Kristy Burkhardt's Collegian article ("The Dos and Don'ts of Freshman Year"). I also appreciate the fact that you had the courage to publicize what many of your classmates were undoubtedly thinking, however wrong you all were. Nonetheless, I feel it necessary to address your harsh words because frankly, I find them unfounded and disrespectful, not only as a senior, but also as a Richmond student. I am not writing to "rip" on you personally, as you so rudely did to Kristy.
Instructor: Any fitness professional available to you. Course meetings: Consistently and persistently. For a truly customized workout regimen, create your own major!
When I received my writing assignment for The Collegian last week, I glanced at it and saw something about art and some place called UR Downtown. I closed the e-mail and went back to frantically working on the layout for that week's Collegian (since we Collegian staffers get to spend our Wednesday nights holed up in the Collegian office cracked out on coffee, too much chocolate and excessive song-and-dance routines to Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream"). It was already 1 a.m., so I figured out of sight, out of mind. When I went back the next day to actually read the assignment, what I read interested me.
My father grew up on a dairy farm in Ireland, and the intelligence of farm animals has long been a hot topic for him.
Dear Editor, I would like readers to please read past the title of Kaileigh Connolly's piece "Apartment residents mixed on composting." The story is well-written and I appreciate the positive coverage, but I don't think the title accurately describes the content of the piece.
Dear Collegian, I am writing in response to Chris Repas' piece in which he expresses concern regarding changing SAT scores at the University of Richmond. Admission to the University of Richmond is highly selective.
An unspoken and unavoidable condition plagues the American public. Regrettably, the Richmond campus is no exception.
I heard a while back that there was some pollution in the James River. I've heard people mention websites and groups from where and whom I can "find more information." I've heard about different science-based classrooms doing experiments and finding horrific content of all sorts mixed into the water composition. I've heard that there are ways to "get involved!" (the exclamation point is necessary for the tone I'm hoping you read that with) with various projects for cleaning up the river, the most popular way, of course, being monetary contribution. All of this to me was but indistinguishable background music to complement the ongoing personal theme song playing in my head.
SAT scores for incoming classes at the University of Richmond have dropped significantly in recent years.
I saw The Collegian, and the article, "The Dos and Don'ts of Freshman Year" by Kristy Burkhardt caught my eye.
At colleges and universities across America, students are heading into the classroom, many for the first time.
Dear Collegian Staff, I recently read Fiona Carmody's article entitled "Escaping tickets never seemed so impossible." I have so many problems with this article that I cannot type fast enough. The most notable issue is Fiona's surprising willingness to admit and broadcast her erratic driving habits.
It's that time of year again. 'Tis the season for unfamiliar faces, restocked Dining Dollars and the sound of girls squealing ("Oh my God, girlfriend, shut up!
