A Silent Night
As a part of The Cavalier Daily’s 130 year anniversary, we are republishing articles from our archives. This article originally ran in The Cavalier Daily September 12, 2001.
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As a part of The Cavalier Daily’s 130 year anniversary, we are republishing articles from our archives. This article originally ran in The Cavalier Daily September 12, 2001.
By Rachel Alberico, Christa Dierksheide, Catherine Dunn and Julie Hofler Cavalier Daily staff writer Sept. 12, 2001 -- Charlottesville
It's just passing through, or just staying put. Sometimes, Charlottesville is the center, or at other times, it's just a periphery. But in any case, this tiny city tucked into the folds of the Blue Ridge is a hinge-point in the lives of many, where people and memories from the outside world uncannily slip in and out.
I'm in limbo these days. While this veritable see-sawing between whatever's in store and whatever's past might seem normal for any other fourth year embarking on her last semester at the University, in many ways, it's just downright scary.
Renewing a fresh perspective
WASHINGTON
At 8 a.m., the alarm goes off. You pull on your shorts, your running shoes. Outside, the morning is fresh and the city yawns into early blueness. Your strides are long, eager. Everything seems right.
When she packed up and left Charlottesville for the summer last May, Rebecca Shwalb was sure she had concocted a fall schedule that was perhaps the best she'd had in her two years at the University. Or so she thought.
It's rising at 6 a.m. and piling into the packed family van with your brother and parents for the drive to Charlottesville. It's the clamminess in your hands and the fluttery stomach you feel as you approach the zoo-like scene of students and parents milling around dormitories. It's the sensation of sitting on your new bed, in your new room, staring at your new roommate. And then it hits you - this will be your new home for the next year.
It all started one dark and stormy afternoon in the newsroom in the basement of Newcomb Hall. With the big Dave Matthews Band show coming up this weekend, everyone had Dave on the brain, including us. Suddenly, a burning desire roiled deep within our souls - we had to find Dave!
Here, you might as well be Lebanese. Light-skinned, pale-eyed people stroll about in American clothes as you stare out at the blue-green expanse that is the Mediterranean Sea. Behind you, a college campus that looks nothing like the Academical Village looms large. And for a moment, you forget that you are a University professor a long way from home.
Route 20 dead-ends 14 miles north of Charlottesville in a place called Barboursville, a tiny town consisting of one vineyard, several antique-looking gas stations, a few art galleries and the Muscle Car Paradise.
If not for the large plastic sign with a palm stenciled on it in the small yard, it could have been any other boxy nondescript house sitting along Route 29.
Daedalus Bookstore is a lesson in stream of consciousness.
In his uniform of a green polo shirt and khakis, Eddie Lawhorne, Harris Teeter's night manager, busily stacks cans of soup in neat rows of four. Tonight, because he's shorthanded, he's doing three jobs at once.
While sorority and fraternity members have been busy recruiting pledges this past week, an anonymous source has been working against them. A wide-scale poster campaign around Grounds, including the Bryan Hall columns, first-year housing areas and a spray-painted message on Beta Bridge, decried the negative aspects of Greek life at the University, where nearly one-third of undergraduates are fraternity or sorority members.
Eric Gibson is the man with the horse.
HIGHLAND BEACH, Fla.-For the past week, Palm Beach has been leading a double life. For most of the year, it's a place where the rich and famous, such as Donald Trump and Oprah Winfrey, dwell in pink mansions built on castle-like scale atop the sandy lip of the Atlantic. But ever since last Tuesday's election, the county has been catapulted into the international political limelight as it takes part in a controversial ballot recount.
Catherine Pollock knows more about organ donation than most people.
At this University, it is possible to have an entire conversation using only acronyms -- StudCo, the BOV and UGS to name just a few. Almost every major group on Grounds has its own abbreviation or acronym, and once the code is decrypted it becomes relatively easy to figure out what each group does.