It was a crisp, cool morning on I-95 heading north. There were high expectations for this annual outing with my uncle on a Saturday in mid-October, an outing that included quality time, a scarf, some baskets, fresh country air and apples.
As an openly gay male on this campus, my experiences are certainly different from those of closeted homosexuals. This may sound familiar, as a similar sentence was published back in January: "As a closeted non-heterosexual male at the University of Richmond, my experiences on this campus are drastically different than those of heterosexuals." The difference is that I am not closeted, and I am not focusing on the differences between homosexuals and heterosexuals, but rather the difference between the experiences of out-gays and closet-gays. As highlighted in the January article, "Letter from the Closet," there is prejudice on this campus, and this prejudice is a main factor in either driving people into the closet, or keeping them locked in the closet.
Ever take a good look around Richmond? The Princeton Review ranked it the 20th most beautiful campus in its 2010 edition of "The Best 371 Colleges," but if you take an even closer look, you will find that the students are just as gorgeous as their surroundings. High-end Ugg boots and Sperrys flood the sidewalks during the fall and winter months, and then it's back to Birkenstocks and other luxury sandals come spring and summer.
At one particularly notable point during President Obama's much-ballyhooed speech on health care last Wednesday, he said, "If you come to me with a serious set of proposals, I will be there to listen." At this point, a few Republican congressional members were quick to hold up in the air the plans they had been pushing for quite some time now with little serious acknowledgment from the Obama administration. As anyone who has read this column in the past can attest, my faith in the current Washington GOP is at a near abysmal level.
College is filled with all types of relationships, spanning from acquaintances to engagements. In developing a sense of self, students search for others with whom they can relate well. Unfortunately, with intimate relationships it can sometimes be difficult to realize when a relationship has passed its expiration date. Emotional abuse can spoil relationships.
My colleagues (apartmentmates) have begun their articles with a moment of audience relation to the topic they were going to discuss.
There is a growing trend that is threatening to take over the entire world. Actually ... there are a lot of them ... but this one is getting scarier every year. As I'm sure you've guessed (because of the extreme detail I've already used), I'm talking about the cell phone usage trend that has been growing at mushrooming speed since the early '90s. Once upon a time, cell phones were only for yuppies and fantastically ditsy, good-looking and inexplicably wealthy girls from Beverly Hills.
Dear Sorry Senior Self, If you're reading this, you're sitting on the opposite side of the chapel, dressed in black like the other senior girls (or, as the informational letter invited, in an "ethnic expression of choice" if you've uncovered some new ancestors during the past three years). Happy Proclamation Night!
I have expressed disdain in the past for the lack of sports support from the student body and have had trouble understanding the lack of interest.
It goes without saying that the government's ability to perform essential functions depends on a talented, well-educated and engaged workforce.
It's been almost a month since a driver killed a pedestrian 10 minutes from my house. Alcohol? No.
I was supposed to be writing about Health Care this week. After my rebuttal in the last issue of The Collegian, I was hoping to lay the blueprint for a conservative, free-market solution that avoided a public option.
It's Friday afternoon, and everyone is outside for recess. You know that you'll be home in less than half an hour so the only thing on your mind is not being "it." The game of tag was one activity that everyone was able to play.
Are you looking for a five-star dining experience? In search of a place that offers made-to-order eggs, gourmet waffles, all of the typical fixings, every kind of beverage you can think of and an omelet bar with a chef awaiting your order? Many establishments in the city of Richmond offer such services, but the one I have in mind is surprisingly not in Carytown or Shockoe Bottom.
I graduated in May, still live in Richmond and couldn't help but notice the article in last week's paper about the employment "success" of my class.
Would you rather eat more bread for less dough? Do you want omelets for dinner and pasta for breakfast?
Absurd: (adj.) ridiculously unreasonable; having no rational or orderly relationship to human life.
What many of us do: We wait all week long, with the hope of seeing that person we are interested in out on the weekend to make our "big move." And when we finally see that person, we rehearse in our mind a thousand different ways to approach him or her, and wonder what line we should use. He/she is with a group of friends and the last thing you want to do is embarrass yourself in front of everyone, so you tell yourself, "I'll just wait until he/she is alone." But throughout the whole night he/she never seems to be alone, so you never make a move. Rejection is an act that many men and women have feared for ages.
We see them all the time, scooting around in their little utility carts. From 7:30 a.m. to 5 p.m.
In last week's Collegian I was unsurprised to see a timely article on America's current hot-button issue: health care.
