I think we all know what I'm talking about. It is a rare occasion when one comes across an American inhabitant who considers such a greeting standard, or even accepted.
There is a belief that first impressions make or break a relationship. Just to clarify, for this article we'll define a relationship as a friendship or romantic relationship.
When will this school learn how to allow a livable campus environment? Most likely not during my time here, but I hope during the interim, someone who makes decisions will weigh a few varied and serious concerns. 1.
I cannot believe you allowed "7:23am to Grand Central" be printed as anything remotely resembling an opinion, especially in a school so dependent on the kindness of those who the writer claims cannot "earn a million dollars honestly." The same train he is riding on would be almost impossible without the industry he derides with the delicacy of a shotgun ? the Metropolitan Transportation Authority (MTA) is the fifth-largest public debtor in the United States.
Picture this: You're waiting in line at the Pier the person behind you is undoubtedly too close, and the girl in front is probably holding up the line while she texts her four BFFs about all her homework.
In 1853 Herman Melville ended his renowned short story "Bartleby, the Scrivener" with the famous line: "Ah, Bartleby!
"This is the 7:23 train to Grand Central," announces the screeching robotwoman voice. "This station is Tarryytownnnn, the next station stop is Irrrviiinggtonnnn." "She" not only speaks to me, but also to my fellow travelers this morning, like all mornings.
One of the most feared expressions known to mankind is the phrase "We need to talk." Whether a parent, friend, teacher or significant other says it to you, it automatically triggers the body to react in a negative manner.
Last week, a tragedy occurred in the Caribbean. The devastating earthquake that hit the island of Haiti has killed hundreds of thousands, and the death toll is increasing each day.
New semester, new year, new decade. Thanks to the way we divide and package time, we have three fresh starts, which in our culture have the tendency to beckon reflections, resolutions and ruminations. Some may logically argue that these new periods hold no meaning, because the sun rises and sets the same from day to day.
I would like to encourage the University of Richmond student body and university community in general to join Chris Mooney's men's basketball Spiders on what could be a "March to Madness." In early season play, the Spiders have posted a 14-6 record (3-2 in Atlantic-10 play) with important wins against the University of Florida, Mississippi State University, the University of Missouri and Old Dominion University.
Along with other members of the University of Richmond community, I am greatly disappointed to hear the news that coach Mike London will be leaving Richmond for the head coach position in football at the University of Virginia.
When the story first broke that former University of Richmond football coach Mike London would be leaving his alma mater for the University of Virginia, I couldn't help but feel disappointed that a man we proudly claimed as our own would jump ship so quickly.
I won't check myself into Counseling and Psychological Services just yet, but I won't be surprised if I need to come January.
As an alumnus of the University of Richmond, I heartily agree with Michael Rogers article about a "livable campus environment." Students should be allowed a greater variety of living spaces.
Many of us who work in the field of international education are preoccupied with intercultural understanding.
Imagine this "icebreaker" game: Participants sit in a circle of chairs, and when a characteristic that you possess is shouted, you run to another chair.
On Nov. 11, 2009, Adnan Hajizadah, an alumnus of the University of Richmond, was given a two-year prison sentence in Baku, Azerbaijan.
Last week we detailed four models of power dynamics in relationships: The Giver and the Taker, The Mongoose versus the Cobra, The Hand, and The Dominant and Submissive.
The moment my mom set that first Tofurky down on the table in front of me six years ago, I knew I had made the right decision.
