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.
A question for MaryGrace Apostali, the senior president of the Global Health Club Q: Swimsuit season is approaching the North American continent and the societal fat stigma is no longer exclusive to the U.S.
The cluster of blue and silver Pinwheels for Prevention have been spinning all week on the Boatwright lawn to raise awareness for child abuse.
Dear University of Richmond staff members: On behalf of the senior class, I would like to say thank you for everything you do.
Reading about the lecture given by Dr. Gilfoyle at UR, about nuclear weapons and the Conventional Test Ban Treaty, one particular statement stood out as particularly polemic in nature: "To be a good citizen and vote... you should care [about the CTBT]." As someone who may or may not be considered a good citizen, yet is unquestionably an active voter, let me offer my thoughts. A simple look at the list of states that have not yet ratified the Conventional Test Ban Treaty reveals the futility of the exercise in today's world.
It's that time of year again. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping and the emails from the Senior Class Gift Committee are the only things more obnoxious than the pollen. Each year, the senior class is coerced -- er, I mean encouraged, to make a donation to the University of Richmond.
Allow me to preface this by saying that by and large, I have enjoyed attending the University of Richmond.
I will be the first to admit I'm an amateur. I have risked nothing as a journalist but my own insecurity when it comes to the awkwardness of phrasing emails, conducting phone interviews and fidgeting through face-to-face interactions.
It's hard to believe that it has been almost four years since we first gathered in the Robins Center as the class of 2011.
In one of my classes the teacher asked us to come up with a slogan that represented our generation.
Ahhh, hello there Richmonders. This weekend was nothing if not a true display of Richmond's prudent and pragmatic character.
It could not have been a more beautiful night on Monday, April 4, 2011. Around 300 students and faculty gathered in the Forum for Take Back the Night, a place free from sexual assault and abuse where men and women "shatter the silence." I sat in the crowd as I have every year, but this year was different.
Q:How do you feel the Lenten season influences student social behavior on campus? A:In reality, I will never know its full effects, but I am optimistic that it helps better our student body.
There's something about a job interview that is a lot like a first date. Correct name pronunciations are still being disentangled by the tongue.
Texting is a tricky, tricky thing. I'd go as far as to say that it is one of the most important skills to acquire as a socially functioning college student.
Once upon a time, there was an underground fraternity known as Pike. There were lots of rumors about the Pikes.
The time has come and gone for returning study abroad students to phase out the super awesome my-study-abroad-was-better-than-your-study-abroad stories that governed every bit of conversation for the first few months of the year and replace them with boring, normal Richmond talk.
Last October Dr. Pauline Chen published an article, "Medical Student Distress and the Risk of Doctor Suicide," in The New York Times about suicide rates among physicians and medical students. She defined the difference between burnout and depression, two conditions that medical students are proven to become afflicted with at higher rates than their peers.
So this has been a pretty rough week for the ladies of 905. There's been quite a bit of comfort eating (bags and bags of chocolate Easter eggs), a lot of late night pillow talking, significant amounts of girl-on-girl cuddling and a few tears (per second). Naturally, since it was such a crappy week for all of us, Thursday through Sunday was a super massive explosion of pent-up stress, depression, anger and the general antsy-ness that accompanies being sick of school and tired of going to a zillion terribly managed meetings.
Alright, so let's clear things up here: I'm no longer an employee of The Collegian. I loved my time on staff, but during my last four weeks of college, I'm excited to be able to spill my opinions and reflections without having any of the constraints of a Collegian staffer or editor.
