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Have I ever been asked if I was an athlete? Yes. But believe me, there was no evident reason for doing so, other than me being a black male at this university. The majority of black males at this campus are. I'm 5 feet 6 inches and around 150 pounds. I know of at least three other people who've had similar experiences.
I think everybody wants to believe in something. Whether it's a god or people or nature doesn't necessarily matter. Creating a belief system is seemingly easy, but I've come to find that often during the process of searching for meaning in life, many doubts arise.
Listen, Bill, there is some sunshine when she's gone. Having said that, I agree with the notion, the feeling, the sentiment and your choice of background music. So what happens when you are on the other side of Paul Simon's advice? What if one of the 50 ways to leave was not yours, but instead your lover's exit strategy?
When a difficult test is coming up in a particular class, the scenario is always the same: You and your fellow classmates are speckled across various locations conducive to studying on campus, with books spread out and eyes anchored down to pages.
So, you're on Facebook and you check your News Feed: Your best friend "had the BEST night everrrr & hearts," your roommate "is now friends with Barack Obama," and your lab partner "just became a fan of Macaroni and Cheese" - you know, nothing out of the ordinary.
Walking to class at 7:30 a.m. can be a pretty solitary experience. It's often cold (especially this winter), and usually the only other humans we see are a few class-goers. Oh, and a lot of athletes, many of whom started their days between 5 a.m. and 6 a.m., before the sun got up.
My School of Arts and Sciences curriculum has taken me through quite a few buildings and disciplines across campus, but it has never forced me to explore the other two undergraduate schools. For my second column, I braved the trail to the Robins School of Business. My second-to-last column proved time to unravel the mystery enveloping the Jepson School of Leadership Studies.
When I decided to write a response to last week's "poem" I had to keep in mind not to make it something personal against the author Isaiah Bailey. However, it's a difficult task because what he wrote was personal; his personal experience that he tried to generalize to all of us, something I take issue with.
I applaud U.S. Sen. Jim Bunning. Not because he held up $10 billion from the unemployed. Not because he stood up to the Democrats. Not for saying "tough shit" to another senator (well, maybe because of that, too). I applaud Bunning for being a congressman finally able to stand up for something he actually feels strongly about. President Obama has accused the GOP, rightfully, for being a party of no. This is absolutely correct. But the GOP has been a party of no because of partisanship, not because of what they think. Bunning's recent blocking of funding for the unemployed was not a political move. First of all, politicians just aren't going to risk their reputation over $10 billion. Secondly, he is retiring. He is gaining absolutely no political advantage by voting against the bill.
Universities are places where everyone shares, or should share, at least one common objective: to learn. With that in mind, I will aver that J. Isaiah Bailey's "Being black at the University of Richmond: the whole truth" (The Collegian, February 25, p. 11) is not only disturbing but also very important. I recommend that everyone read and then re-read this piece, which Isaiah has framed as a poem, in order to gain a fuller understanding of the realities that confront African American students day after day after day here at Richmond.
After finally getting around to reading "Guyland," what can I say about Kimmel's assertions except that they are confusing? He insists that "Guyland" is mostly the territory of wealthy, college-educated white males aged 16-26, yet at the same time tries to define it as a new stage of development which society is recognizing and coming to grips with, much as it did with adolescence. Under this definition, he proceeds to superimpose some observations he's made about the narrow demographic mentioned above on young men in general. On its face, "Guyland" seems merely a straw-man crafted in order to criticize men, because the demographic he's talking about (unemployed 16-26 year olds who have no career ambition and often live in their parents basements) is a demographic of losers almost by definition.
Love. What does it really mean? The word is tossed to and fro like a baseball on a little-league field. It is used openly on Facebook posts, in text messages and during drunken times at parties. The concept of love is used so loosely during our day and age that I think it has lost its luster. The word love, in my eyes, used to carry enough punch to knock out Mike Tyson in a street fight. But now the word love can only tickle Tyson behind his ears.
Since the beginning of time, people have been eating: apples, pears, TV dinners and frozen pizzas.
Not all of us are lucky enough to be enrolled in Ecology 200 for a small portion of our lives. As one of the lucky ones, I thought I'd share a few of the more interesting aspects of Charles Darwin's observations about various animal species with all those unlucky students who are missing out.
With the study-abroad decision date just around the corner, many second-year students are anxiously waiting to hear which country they will live in, study and explore for at least four months of their lives.
Would you like to hear the truth, I know I do
As the month of February comes to an end, it is important that we don't lose the spirit that comes with Black History Month.
The most intriguing aspect of the word "minority" is the polar opposite connotations it can assume, depending on its context. Sometimes being unlike the majority is what lifts us up, yet other times it's what holds us down. For example, being apart from the majority could award you either a glittery gold medal in Vancouver or a searing scarlet letter of discrimination. How do we attach these meanings? Are they possible to change, or is the bigger hurdle whether we want them to?
Ordinarily, I am supposed to focus on national, large-scale issues in my articles for The Collegian. But this week, my attention was forced to isolate its focus squarely on the University of Richmond. And given the problems posed by what I shall dub the "Great Pothole Disaster of 2010," I would not be surprised if the State Department is called in soon to address the situation anyway.
Two weekends ago, I had the extreme misfortune of taking care of an under-21 friend (I'll call him Fred) who had had too much to drink. Luckily, someone (I don't remember who) was able to escort Fred back to his room (Fred and I are neighbors). I had spent the night in, quite sober.
