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Midterms signal a time for midway evaluation. It's a time to work on areas of weakness in preparation for an enhanced performance and a better product than before.
It's that time of year again. The leaves are turning crimson and gold, the air retains a strong scent of burning leaves and all the soccer moms at Martin's have started wearing their finest black cat and googly-eyed spider sweaters. That can only mean one thing: Halloween weekend is upon us.
Three nights ago, I stayed up until 3 a.m. and got up at 8 a.m. Two nights ago, I followed that five hours up with an all-nighter and did not sleep at all. Then yesterday evening, at around 5 p.m., I crashed out of my own accord and slept until 9 a.m. this morning.
There are a lot of questions out there, and there are certainly plenty of answers, but riddle me this: What did we do with ourselves before Facebook?
So maybe you never want to be considered a typical gym rat, and you don't have to, even if you do want to flex during Beach Week. To smash the myth, weight training is not just a man's activity; ladies can and should do it, too.
During the past two months, there has been more crime on campus than most of us could have ever expected. The vandalism, break-ins and assaults have caused many to wonder whether the University of Richmond is really as safe as it proudly claims to be.
My freshman-year roommates used to joke that I dressed like a middle-aged woman. I agree that I often looked like I had been raped by a Talbots kids magazine and frankly, it wasn't pretty.
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 --
