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I want to begin this article by stating that the University of Richmond's College Republicans were honored to have President Obama choose to speak at Richmond, or as one of my professors said it, "Eat your hearts out UVA, Virginia Tech and William & Mary."
I spent the better half of my Labor Day morning dancing to the Pussycat Dolls. I'm not the most skilled when it comes to interpretive dance, so I was utterly spastic when I tried to imitate the movements of the dancing silhouette on the screen.
[This piece is satirical and is not intended to be fact.]
Dear Women,
I commented once under this article that there are no words with which I can think to respond. Perhaps that was inaccurate; perhaps there were simply way too many words with which to respond to really compose a rational, readable, viable argument.
I don't function well without my iPod. I live parts of my days by playlists - alternative while I walk, symphonic while I write, trippy while I space out and rap while I run. Music affects my emotions to make me mellow, perky or adrenaline-rushed, and listening is a habit I hate to do without.
Dear Men,
Dear Mr. Rhatican,
Dear Brendan,
[This piece is satirical and is not intended to be fact.]
You know what is always at the bottom of my favorite things list? Hurricanes.
What kind of night has the potential for nip slips, reckless hookups, crouching over Porta Potty seats and stab wounds? That's right, you guessed it, the toga social!
My candid professor spoke unequivocally of the tacit edicts of those involved in the college textbook racket. The listed price of the latest edition of the textbook for his class was nearly four times the used listed price of the penultimate edition.
Fifty mph gale force winds, "Come on Eileen" looping, several bottles of wine, one brave China Panda delivery man, various instances of loud female shrieking, a case of PBR and four frumpy outfits later, the ladies of 601 can officially say they made it through Irene with minimal bodily damage and a much better understanding of storm preparation.
Finals mean stress and endless studying along with a healthy serving of agonizing over your grade. But what if some of that pressure and stress could be reduced? There are many students who work hard during the semester and go into the final exam with a good grade.
Dear women,
Fasting is a strange and time-slowing experience. In 24 hours, a fast brings self-awareness and a shift of perspective. The morning is cramped with hunger and the afternoon droops into a headache and a dull sense of lethargy. Then night comes and a forgetfulness of what it ever felt like to be full sinks in. But something else happens, too -- you forget that you are physically hungry.
Well Richmonders, after a hot, long and often boring summer, we are finally back on the campus we know and love with all the people we know, love and Facebook stalk...
The lazy days of summer are gone and it's time to put your pens and keyboards to work. With the start of the new school year comes a new opportunity for self-improvement. Maybe you'll go to the gym more frequently or make better grades. Whatever you decide to focus on this semester, make career planning a priority as well. It's never too early to start.
I'm sweating it out by the pool trying to fix my tan lines when the unthinkable happens -- my cell phone shuts off. My friend is still happily texting away on her iPhone on the towel next to me and simultaneously streaming Kanye and Jay-Z. I jab the power key on my sad little flip phone and force it to reboot. It does, and lights up with a message informing me that my battery has overheated. Then it turns on and off and on for the remainder of the afternoon.
