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Dear Editor, this is the speech I wrote for the Richmond College Investiture ceremony at the beginning of the semester. I recently realized that I am still learning from the wisdom (particularly from Rilke and C.S. Lewis) every day. It is in its original form so the pronouns are all masculine, but please read past this if you aren't in Richmond College.
Ever since I was accused of spreading racist ideology by a University of Richmond professor because I had asked whether a certain U.S. president was racist, I feel much freer to express my opinion. You can tell a lot about people by their response to an unorthodox question. When the answer is nothing short of a personal accusation, and the responder happens to be a University of Richmond professor or an administrator, you begin thinking, "OK, maybe I am being indoctrinated with their own beliefs instead of being taught to judge for myself."
In my high school, the greetings were untrained at best. We were pretty informal with one another, and while "sup" was the most "talkative" form of greeting, a head nod was the norm. We weren't preparing for businesslike settings -- we were really just acknowledging one another as I figure most high schoolers probably do.
It might be because I've been listening to Taylor Swift's new album on repeat since it came out, or perhaps it's the fact that I shopped online for wedding dresses yesterday during chapter with my roommate, or maybe it's because the last thing my apartmentmate and I did before bed last night was snuggle into the covers with my laptop on the hunt for the perfect engagement ring, but marriage is definitely in the air this week (and by week I mean the last three years of my life).
God knows why I went to Argentina. Seriously, only he knows. All I know is this: 10 months ago, I arrived in Buenos Aires, the hottest, biggest city I've ever been in, with the mission to see the world and learn Spanish. I stayed with an orientation group in a downtown hotel for two days (imagine Manhattan, but narrow, trash-filled streets), and thought the rest of my experience would be as big and bombastic as those first couple of days.
Dear UR Community,
Thanksgiving is almost upon us and with that, so is the pressure to perform. Not in the sense of when Aunt Carol, who likes to hit the sauce a little hard on holidays (and I'm not talking gravy), asks you to play the piano even though you only took lessons for a year when you were 10, but rather the other tradition that comes along with the territory of Thanksgiving: the act of giving thanks.
This is the incendiary tale of a couple of average Richmond kids, trying to come to grips with success ... who come up short, with nothing to show for themselves but a tale that begs to be told.
My most recent article described me defending my male friend in what was realistically (if not understatedly) a physical assault on campus. Despite the truly horrific nature of the event, it brought something very interesting to my attention.
As you walk by, you pull out your phone, you search through your bag, you start an intense conversation with your friend walking with you, you claim momentary deafness, you have a sudden coughing attack ... you do everything, you try with all the innovativeness of a University of Richmond student to avoid making eye contact.
Since I am currently studying abroad in San Sebastian, in the Basque Region of Spain, it would be entirely useless to the vast majority of you if I were to write a restaurant review. However, while here, I have observed several facets of the Basque dining culture that we might want to consider back in the United States.
The Collegian asks students, "What do you think of the e-mail sent by Adraine Kennedy?"
I was greatly disappointed upon visiting the Collegian website, and finding what many reasonable observers would consider to be a blatant misuse of university property and unethical behavior by a university employee ("Students receive politically charged e-mail from employee," Nov. 4, 2010).
Dear ______
This weekend I was caught doing something I never do: cleaning. I straightened up my room, Swiffered the floor and even reluctantly cleaned out the refrigerator.
I can remember the day like it was yesterday. It was a cold and damp morning in Pittsburgh on Oct. 30, 2004, when I ran away from my Atlantic 10 competition and into the record books. On that day, the Spider was King.
Every student enrolled here at the University of Richmond is well-educated. But, it has come to my attention that academic proficiency is simply not sufficient at the college level, and that there is currently a significant problem with ignorance on the Richmond campus.
Dear Professor Mifsud, Dean Newcomb, Provost Allred and President Ayers,
I decided to go home last weekend with the intention of getting some sleep, saving myself an estimated 3,000 extra calories and making significantly better life decisions so that when I woke up on Saturday and Sunday I could look in the mirror and be OK with the person looking back. None of these things would've been accomplished had I stayed at school.
Upon arriving to Oxford, I was mentally prepared to tackle difficult academic meetings, lengthy professional lectures and rigorous class obligations. After reaching the mid-point of the first term, however, my expectations and outlook of the educational system have changed dramatically. In short, the differences between the American liberal arts system and the UK tutorial system of education remain vast, as British students concentrate on fewer subjects and learn in a much more independent fashion.
