Farewell from the editor-in-chief
(03/24/11 3:08am)
Believe it or not, The Collegian editor-in-chief isn't always the most popular person on campus.
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Believe it or not, The Collegian editor-in-chief isn't always the most popular person on campus.
My friends and I love to complain to one another. It's something we do almost daily. Although this is more so for something to talk about - usually our problems are minuscule, and we know this, we just feel like complaining - the whole thing got me thinking: What makes happiness?
Deciding what to write about has not been an easy task because there are so many topics that I feel I have neglected. I wanted to write about the institution of marriage and affirmative action (negative and positive sentiments, respectively, as I hope avid Collegian readers could have guessed). I wanted to write about racism (and its rampant prominence in this country), and about roadkill (it gives me emotional meltdowns). There are a lot of extremely important issues that I never got around to tackling, and for that I apologize.
Your car would not run very well on unclean fuel nor would it be able to get you where you need to go if the tank is on "E." I liken this scenario to the human body. It must be replenished with proper nourishment after it has been broken down due to physical activity. So why would you want to knowingly sabotage all of your well-intentioned efforts in the gym by not fueling up afterward? Perhaps he or she is uninformed or deliberately neglecting exercise regimes. I posit that it seems relatively easier to throw some dumbbells around in the gym but it takes a more concerted effort when paying attention to the proper fuel consumption and when to execute your meals. Those who think they can diet without exercising and those who think they can eat whatever they want because they exercise, are sadly misguided.
So if I were to ask you whether you wanted to try the inverse-reverse with me, what would you think? Stop pretending for a minute that your mind isn't wandering to some sort of crazy sex position that involves a month-long membership to a yoga studio before attempting ... now get your mind out of the gutter thinking about flexible chicks in tight black yoga pants doing downward dogs long enough to hear me out about cuddling.
Hello Dean Newcomb,
Last night I had a strange dream. I dreamt that I was standing at the edge of a cliff called academia. As I stood, overlooking the jagged rocks hundreds of feet below, I heard a large crowd approaching from behind.
I logged onto Facebook and in the upper left corner were an astounding 35 friend requests. After breaking for dinner and returning a couple of hours later, I had about 100 more.
This article is dedicated to an underappreciated part of the Richmond student body: the international students.
As many regular Collegian readers know, there has recently been an ongoing online debate surrounding an article written two weeks ago by Zak Kozuchowski, titled "New business program for men upsets some women."
Let's talk ta-tas. Yes, its about time we went there, loyal readers. Let's talk about boobs.
On the evening of February the 23rd, I returned home to find a pile of neglected mail awaiting me. One such neglected letter came from the School of the Arts and Sciences, directly. I opened the letter.
There is a force in life that propels us. It persuades us with clear and convincing evidence. It twists our arms until we cry uncle. It's scary. It's mysterious. It's a huge motivator for why we do what we do at any given moment.
Chuck Morris, Ph. D. and renowned scholar, came to speak at our school this week. He calls himself an "accidental activist" at Boston College, where he teaches. He incorporates material on the history of homosexuals into his course because as someone of homosexual orientation, he simply feels that this is material that should be exposed to anyone desiring a full education.
If it's later than 2 a.m., it's a booty call. It doesn't matter if you're a girl or a guy, the rules of booty calling do not discriminate.
If you're like most people, you have mid-terms or the equivalent this time in the semester, and you're busy with school, extracurriculars, maybe volunteering and yes, papers, exams and other assignments are a priority! This is the season that gym attendance takes a serious dip as people prioritize their time and squeeze in group meetings and study time where exercise was once scheduled. Most, if not all, free time for a workout is often stolen to tend to academic pursuits. Please be careful and resist the urge to call a complete seasonal intermission to your exercise routine. Easier said than done? I would agree, but here are some pretty convincing thoughts to help you make the right decision at that moment in the week when you know it's time for a workout despite work that may be looming.
Whether you are a stressed-out student, an absent-minded professor or a desk-jockey in one of the Richmond cubicles, play it safe with some sound nutrition principles throughout the day.
I know people say that Facebook diminishes actual face-to-face social relationships. It makes it easier for that creepy guy in your Chem class to flirt with you without ever having to say a word in person. It enables you to create a cyber image of yourself as a 23-year-old blonde from California when in actuality you're a 46-year-old man who's never left his basement in Nebraska. It keeps you glued to a computer screen for hours, looking up pages of lyrics to find the cutest one that will get the most "likes" as your status.
Contact cartoonist Kristy Burkhardt at kristy.burkhardt@richmond.edu
My mom recently went to see the new documentary film, "Race to Nowhere." She has been running around recommending it to everyone, in part because she is a teacher at a middle school, but mostly because, in her own words: "I watched it and just kept thinking to myself, 'This is about my children. I can't believe it.'"