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(02/18/10 4:30am)
Dear Birds and the Bees faithful and casual readers,
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Dear Birds and the Bees faithful and casual readers,
A huge glass display with shelf after shelf of the best baked goods I have yet to see matched, except maybe on "Cake Boss." This display is in Manhattan, I can't quite remember where, but what I do remember is the variety and plethora of deliciousness.
According to my estimations, the University of Richmond was the landing pad for more than 18 inches of snow during the past week and a half. Which of course covered at least five or six miles of roads, paths and sidewalks, much of which quickly turned icy as the temperatures dropped.
During recent years, the University of Richmond has been quite generally referred to as endorsing a work-hard, play-hard environment. Various other referential sources reinforce this notion. A person only has to log on to any one of the various college search engines to find the descriptions of Richmond (in both review and discussion-board formats) enlightening incoming freshmen of the work-hard, play-hard motto associated with our dear campus community (including but not limited to www.talk.collegeconfidential.com or www.campex.com).
"Potential editorial material: WHY WOULD THE REC CENTER CLOSE DUE TO WEATHER? What else do they expect students to do when they can't go to class, drink? Nonsense."
Last April, I wrote an article, "The dangers of populism," in which I decried the growing populist sentiment welling up in the form of the AIG bonus controversy. I wrote that our country was succumbing to an "out-of-control populist bonfire." How naive I was. Far from being full blown, the fire was still in the kindling stage. Now, almost a year later, we can lay claim to a fully robust bonfire.
The word "friend" is used so casually in our society. Let's face it, you tend to call just about everyone a friend, whether it's the girl who lives on your hall who has only spoken to you twice this entire year, or the guy who you've known since kindergarten who knows more about you than your own parents.
Life just got easier for those pursuing career opportunities in the Federal Government. Last month, the Office of Personnel Management released its long-awaited and improved job application Web site. OPM boasts that the new site is easier to navigate, more streamlined, and more personalized. For those not familiar with the government application process, USAjobs.gov is the one-stop source for all Federal jobs and employment information.
It's wet. It's sloppy. It goes down smooth. It turns a handshake into a hug, a hug into a kiss, and a kiss into a "I swear I wasn't aiming for that." Mr. Introvert becomes Mr. Hilarious and Mr. Extrovert becomes Captain Asshole. What is the IT of which I speak?
It's that time of year. During the next few months University of Richmond students will be tweaking their resumes, polishing interview skills and trying to increase their understanding of current events in and out of the global marketplace. Thousands of college students apply for jobs; only handfuls receive offers. In a world where every potential quality of an applicant counts, differentiation from the masses becomes essential. How can you make yourself different?
President Obama has announced a new $6 billion Federal program to fix the design flaws with the newly released Apple iPad. Reviews of the iPad have noted several major drawbacks to the tablet, such as the lack of an operating system that allows multitasking, the absence of Adobe Flash support in the web browser, no external USB ports or the fact that it's simply a trendy iTouch with a 10-inch screen.
My daughter Meaghan was the star of the weekend as the University of Richmond's junior year Ring Dance took center stage last February. It is a wonderful event born of a longstanding tradition of women's pride at one of America's great educational institutions in one of our country's great southern cities.
It's that time of year — time to offer up some more green solutions for the University of Richmond's campus!
On Monday I spent approximately an hour and 15 minutes trudging through the snow, to and from class, the Pier, the library, the dining hall, the gym, North Court and X-lot. For me, this is a typical day. For you, I'm guessing it's not far off.
In light of Love Your Body Week at the University of Richmond, National Eating Disorder Awareness Week later this month and personal experience, I feel compelled to respond to Kiara Lee's last column, "Too thin: Read this before you vanish into thin air."
The first few drafts of this article were about a variety of topics: how to treat girls badly and get away with it, why hitting on women should be honest instead of a "game" and finally, my theory on how to spice up your love life. However funny those ideas were, there was a disconnect between my writing them and how I feel about the communication gap.
Contrary to popular belief, the University of Richmond is full of all kinds of people from different backgrounds. Everyone here did not attend private school, nor does every student have things such as trust funds or even savings accounts.
It must be aforementioned that I am a member of Greek Life. That being said, there is a problematic binary discrepancy pertaining to the distribution of wealth between sororities and fraternities on this campus.
Editor's note: The following two letters are anonymous. The Collegian's policy is not to publish anonymous opinion submissions except in extenuating circumstances. I granted these writers' requests for anonymity because few people were aware of the extent of their conditions.
I was sitting in the first floor of the library at a computer in the front room, staring at the computer screen. I could see, but nothing was in focus. I couldn't think. I couldn't feel. I couldn't breathe. My heart was racing. I was sweating. And the only thing running through my mind was, "Where should I run if I'm going to throw up?"