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Opinion Editor Abby Kloppenburg explains the pains of hosting an apartment party, and tells you how to not get decapitated by your host this weekend.
A freshman of GreenUR has collected more than 2,000 solo cups after parties and fraternity lodges for a program that will recycle them along with other reusable products.
Deciding what to write about has not been an easy task because there are so many topics that I feel I have neglected.
Why are people on this campus so afraid of being alone? And I’m not talking about fearing for their lives while walking through the woods at night. I’m talking about in broad daylight, standing in line waiting for a coffee.
“We haven’t seen an increase of drinking and driving first semester, but we’re definitely looking out for it particularly Wednesday through Saturday nights,” Sgt. Eric Beatty said.
My most recent article described me defending my male friend in what was realistically (if not understatedly) a physical assault on campus. Despite the truly horrific nature of the event, it brought something very interesting to my attention.
It’s that time of year again. The leaves are turning crimson and gold, the air retains a strong scent of burning leaves and all the soccer moms at Martin’s have started wearing their finest black cat and googly-eyed spider sweaters. That can only mean Halloween weekend is upon us.
I had a topic lined up for this week, but I’m putting it on hold because it appears to me that there are more pressing issues in need of immediate address.
The problem at Richmond is that the notion of a-hole lovin’ is an actuality. A-holes are respected, even revered.
I was the first of the three University of Richmond women living in my apartment in San Sebastian, Spain, to walk through the door to our new home. My roommates yelled up through the window to ask what I thought.