From salwars to skirts
(09/08/11 8:05am)
Dear Brendan,
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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.
By the time this column hits print, I'll have finished my last college class.
Alas, it is the final edition of The Collegian before school ends and everyone goes his or her own way for the summer (but not before going out with a final metaphorical and literal bang at beach week). So, my question for everyone: What do you have to lose?
I wrote what was supposed to be my last article last week. Upon reflection, yes, there are a lot more things that I could and should have written about, and I feel sincere regret for being unable to do so. There is one issue, though, that I cannot leave unaddressed without destroying my conscience -- it is an issue that was hugely controversial two years ago, blew up into a debate, tilted to one side as one half of the debate grew increasingly intimidated and subsequently disappeared to the point of nonexistence for students admitted post-2008.
Last weekend my mother told me that our 78-year-old neighbor in Charlotte was dying of a brain tumor. First, I was struck by the dull vacancy of my mind trying to wrap itself around such news. Second, I was struck by the fact that my mother waited several days after finding out herself to tell me. She said she didn't want to upset me, even though she had been feeling down for days.
I wouldn't say I'm the dimmest bulb in the box - I'm getting an education at a reputable college and managing to do well in my courses - but I think waitressing is one of the most difficult jobs in the world. I never expected it, but keeping each table on your mind and ensuring that everyone is constantly satisfied makes rocket science seem like a cinch.
A question for MaryGrace Apostali, the senior president of the Global Health Club
The cluster of blue and silver Pinwheels for Prevention have been spinning all week on the Boatwright lawn to raise awareness for child abuse. But another form of abuse has been spinning itself more subtly through the social interactions on our own campus. There have been three reported sexual assaults in the past four weeks.
Dear University of Richmond staff members: