The brothers are finally cleaning out the house after 20 years, and unlike me, you young-ins won’t end up in the trash. So attention, class is in session, and Mr. Petester Poker God Painty is ready to teach.
My arrival at Cape Disappointment should have been the first sign my internship was not what it was cracked up to be.
The Roast Battle Federation announced that they will be holding another presidential debate Oct. 31, but this time in the form of a roast battle.
The University will void all current syllabi and cancel all finals for weed-out courses in the fall semester. Instead, students will compete in the University's very first Hunger Games.
Whether you're the adventurous, sporty or reflective type, there is a unique experience waiting to be unlocked for you somewhere around Grounds.
I’m aware that you know of me already, but for me to tell my true story, I’ll go ahead and explain the first of my scandals.
Just ahead of the commencement of the Olympic Games, the Republic sees a chance to capitalize on its previous dominance in the collegiate sports realm.
There was an unnexpected scene of chaos as a bouncy castle in the front yard of a fraternity collapsed, nearly engulfing two University first-years.
In an attempt to broaden students’ horizons, the University announced a new initiative — “Days Off the Lawn.”
When applying to one of the residential colleges, you have plenty to choose from! Three, to be exact
As someone with years of experience in dealing with head-over-heels in-love TAs, I have five foolproof solutions for a poor unfortunate soul like yourself.
Ah, college, the best four years of your life. As I approach my final days on Grounds, I find myself reflecting on all the memories that I have made here.
By learning their stories of success, we younglings can feel inspired to reach toward great heights.
Student Affairs’ memo reads that “U.Va. Spirit Week will allow students to reflect on their role within the University system."
Spring is a beautiful time for Guides to go on the offensive and really highlight the beauty of Grounds from the pollen-caked sidewalks to the lovely-smelling new mulch.
My dearest darling love, the concussion to my midnight snowball fights on the Lawn, the 2023 sewage flood to my Brown Residential College, I know I should not have come back.
This week, an unlikely group discovered their own collective power as workers by unionizing — a community of University squirrels now known as the Squirrel Workers’ Guild, or SWG.
You may be wondering why I always played an almost invisible background character. But, you see, it turns out I had been training for a role I had set my eyes on for my whole life.
Allow me to try to convince you, dear readers, of the illegitimacy of positions so long praised by ambitious University students.
The University’s squirrels, much like us students, embody the essence of collegiate life, exuding personality, vitality and scholarship — albeit in a furry form.
