I won't tell you mine if you don't tell me yours
(10/21/10 5:45am)
Ah, yes. Homecoming 2010 is upon us. And that can only mean one thing: The campus is crawling with Spiders.
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Ah, yes. Homecoming 2010 is upon us. And that can only mean one thing: The campus is crawling with Spiders.
I had a topic lined up for this week, but I'm putting it on hold because it appears to me that there are more pressing issues in need of immediate address.
Why is it that taking out the trash is actually one of the most annoying things in the world? It is one of those irritating little chores that you are in total and utter denial about doing, and for no particular reason.
Rumbling down Route 60, crammed in the back seat of an over-crowded Jeep, the vestiges of Saturday night's debauchery still lingering, I half wished I had stuck to my usual Sunday routine of noontime D-Hall and an unproductive afternoon in the library. But as soon as we rolled onto the gravel driveway and saw Demas Boudreaux standing in front of the 19th century estate that is home to Commonwealth Birding, I knew I'd made the right decision. In front of us, we had an afternoon of quail hunting in beautiful rural Virginia.
I am a Westhampton woman, but I have always been somewhat perplexed by what that means. I know Westhampton contains wonderfully bright and talented modern women, but I haven't seen that modernity reflected in Proclamation Night or Ring Dance. It bothers me that while Westhampton students are encouraged to be driven academically and socially, the Westhampton College traditions stay a reminder that, above all else, a Westhampton woman is a woman.
By way of background, I am a former University College/School of Continuing Studies student who tries to keep up with what is going on at UR. This past Saturday, my wife, daughter and I were on campus to see the new stadium and the Weinstein International Center. When we got home I looked at the online Collegian (always an excellent college newspaper, both online and hard copy). As for my reason for writing this, I noticed a responding letter from a Ms. Gehlbach who was replying to a debate about the coordinate residential college system. She said that she did not feel comfortable with the Westhampton College initiation ceremony because she did not relate to various factors about it, and so forth. That brought to mind a suggestion I had respectfully submitted to the UR administration back when University College changed to the School of Continuing Studies. Sadly, my suggestion was not implemented; however, Ms. Gehlbach's letter in The Collegian made it seem to me to be a good idea to bring my old idea back up again since UR seems to nowadays have a strong emphasis on diversity.
I have spent some time poring over both Ms. Hailand's and Ms. Parker's arguments for and against Proclamation Night, yet I feel that there are some key points that have been neglected. The first and rather petty issue I feel I need to address is that I did in fact attend Proclamation Night during my first year and found the event rather perplexing because I do not embody traditional female gender norms.
Last Tuesday I read the scathing letter an alumnus sent about student (non)attendance at the football game on Family Weekend. The letter lit a bit of a fire beneath many students' tushes because the author pitted the Richmond student body as over-indulged, self-absorbed, apathetic ninnies.
I normally don't make bets.
What a week!
Guy: "Hey, [girl's name]! How are you?" (Ye olde Richmonde tip-of-the-hat gestural question, which more than certainly does not require an answer other than...)
I was the first of the three University of Richmond women living in my apartment in San Sebastian, Spain, to walk through the door to our new home.
Christine --
Before I begin, allow me to give some insight into who I am and what I believe.
As a former editorialist for this very student paper, I know a thing or two about hitting the "Send" button too quickly, about not really thinking things over sufficiently before letting them get to print, about wanting a Mulligan after it's a little too late for one. So I am willing to give my fellow alumnus David Anderton the benefit of the doubt, to believe he was not fueled by malice when he referred to the current Richmond students as "a self-absorbed and over-indulged group of apathetic human beings" in a letter to the editor earlier this week. However, the topic of Spider spirit is one that is inevitably raised almost annually, yet nothing constructive seems to come from it. So, for what it's worth, I'd like to share a few thoughts on the issue.
For all who don't know, Proclamation Night and Investiture are ceremonies that first-year students and seniors partake in together. (Proclamation Night being for the women and Investiture being for the men.)
Say it's a sunny Friday afternoon, you just finished classes and you're free for the weekend. Say you and your friends decide to go to Short Pump to do some shopping and grab dinner before you go out.
I was standing in my friend's UFA kitchen last weekend, talking with him about whatever series of unusual events was taking place in each of our respective lives.
Teresa Lewis, the first woman to be executed in Virginia since 1912, was put to death by lethal injection last Thursday.
While I agree with Mr. Anderton that it was disheartening to see so many students leave this past weekend's football game early, I find his personal attacks to be even more disheartening.