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So it's about 11:45 a.m., you're casually standing outside of Jepson soaking up some rays and chatting with your friend. You throw your head back in a particularly aggressive laughing fit as your crush walks out of the Jepson building.
This movement, at its best, is misguided. The protesters are misguided because of an inadequate understanding of definitions of terminology. This movement blames capitalism for being "unfair" and "unjust" and for being responsible for causing the occurring incidents that led to and eventually stemmed from the 2008 financial crisis that affected the world.
As a 2011 Westhampton College graduate now working as a religion reporter and news editor, I would like to take this opportunity to respond to Qasim Rashid's Nov. 2 article, "Five Shariah insights for students at UR."
Dear Editor,
I agree with the diagnosis, oft-cited by Cenk Uygur of The Young Turks, that establishment media is losing its way because of its insistence on balance for balance's sake. Paul Krugman, despite being part and parcel of that establishment, agrees.
I have discovered a newfound weekend hobby: being sober in a room full of sloppily drunken people. Well, I suppose it could be a hobby or a sport depending on how involved you get in the process.
1.What does Shariah mean?
"Why doesn't that girl wear shoes?" I wish I could say that it was a campaign to raise money and awareness for impoverished, shoeless children, but as noble as this may sound it is far from the truth. If you stopped to ask me this question, I may have mentioned feeling more connected to nature or claimed that I found shoes to be an inconvenience after a year abroad in the Turks and Caicos Islands and New Zealand.
When I was traipsing around Scotland during my semester abroad, I noticed that the plastic bags at Tesco, the mainstream supermarket, were streaked with the slogan: "Every little helps." For the life of me, I could not figure out what the missing noun was.
The Libyan revolution came to an unexpected climax this past week when news broke that the deposed dictator, Muammar Gadhafi, had been slain at the hands of the rebel forces. Checkmate.
Sorry to anyone who thought I was creepy on Tuesday night while walking across campus in the dark with an enormous smile spanning the dimensions of my face.
It seems that not all of my assumptions about growing up are true. Part of the reason I was particularly excited to turn 21 and move away from the lodge culture was simply that I could start investing in nicer going-out clothes.
Ever since my roommate burned a copy of a Dispatch CD for me, roadtrips have turned into private, alternative rock concerts that rattle my rearview mirror in its frame.
The infamous "work hard, play harder" lifestyle here at Richmond is not an easy one to keep up with. It's easy to get sucked into going out during the week because all of your friends are, but where does that leave your workload? While it is important to let yourself have fun, too much of it can throw you off balance; and the same goes for working too much.
On the evening of Sept. 15, I, along with another member of Spiders for Life, put up flyers in the women's bathrooms in Boatwright Library, Jepson and the International Center. By noon on the 16th, our flyers had been removed from all the library bathrooms.
So last Saturday I was kind of in one of those moods where you just wanna be a sloth all day, lie in bed, not respond to your texts and listen to sad music about how men will break your heart over and over and over again.
The slow-motion suicide of Pakistan in the decade since 9/11 is a story that has seemed to lay at a low boil for most Americans, only to periodically rocket (if you'll pardon the expression) into our headlines with spectacular Today Show-friendly events: The video-taped beheading of Wall Street Journal reporter Daniel Pearl in 2002, the return and murder of Benazir Bhutto in 2007 and finally, the Navy SEALs' dispatch of Osama bin Laden in the Pakistani military cantonment of Abbottabad earlier this year.
I have found myself becoming increasingly sucked into the environmentalist movement since coming to the University of Richmond.
The Occupy Wall Street protests are something that should concern even the most politically withdrawn members of the University of Richmond. At the root of these protests is a criticism of a common result of any free market society: the accumulation of wealth.
I have this vision of myself this time next year. I am bumming around in the darkness of my parents' basement wallowing in my inability to latch onto some noble, writerly pursuit.
