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By Rachel Alberico, Christa Dierksheide, Catherine Dunn and Julie Hofler Cavalier Daily staff writer Sept. 12, 2001 -- Charlottesville
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By Rachel Alberico, Christa Dierksheide, Catherine Dunn and Julie Hofler Cavalier Daily staff writer Sept. 12, 2001 -- Charlottesville
Trailing Tiger
Last April, third-year College student Abigail Burroughs said she had one wish. After battling squamous cell head and neck cancer for more than a year, she desperately wanted to be able to keep the apartment lease she had signed with two of her friends for the University's 2001-2002 school year.
Mary Humphrey stepped back and carefully sureyed the long table full of misplaced mail in Station No. 2's Tuttle mailroom.
RICHMOND
By Julie Hofler
As the cool nighttime breeze filters through your dorm room window, you can faintly hear it. One voice begins and slowly turns into a harmonic blend of a cappella pitches as more voices join in, filling the late summer air.
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.
After 16 years of textbooks, term papers and exams, fourth-year students have reached the beginning of the end. In just eight short months, the Class of 2002 will walk down the Lawn, fling their caps in the air, wipe away tears and leave the University and their longtime student status behind.
Last weekend, in the grand tradition of college summers, some friends and I decided to take a road trip. One of my travel companions was a fellow fourth-year student, while the other graduated from the College in May.
I learned a lot during my first trip to Europe last month. Like how to raid vending machines to quickly use spare foreign currency before leaving for another country, and how to walk for miles with all of my belongings precariously strapped to my body.
As Abigail Burroughs sits at a table at Starbucks, sipping a cup of coffee and nibbling at a chocolate croissant, she seems calm and content. On the student-packed second floor of the coffee shop, one may not guess that their fellow student, a petite girl with large hazel eyes and short brown hair, is waging a huge battle in a fight for her life - a battle she was told she might lose within months.
From the outside, Brix Marketplace looks like a deteriorating gas station or a typical roadside stand. But after passing through the rustic doorway of this hidden treasure, visitors will be overwhelmed by the scent of fresh baked bread and gourmet cookies wafting in from the kitchen.
Something has been missing from Charlottesville's airwaves. Try as they might, the area's radio stations could not produce enough of 'N Sync's romantic harmonies or danceable Britney Spears tunes to satisfy the hit music cravings of the Charlottesville and University population.
For the past week, candidates have scattered fluorescent campaign slogans on sidewalks and honor referendum flyers all over Grounds. The excessive use of hot pink chalk and colored paper can only mean one thing -- Student Council elections are here again in full force.
February 14, synonymous with love, romance and, of course, sweets, would not be complete without a little sugar and a romantic word or two on a candy conversation heart.
Instead of spending Spring Break soaking up sun on an exotic beach, some University students are keeping their fingers crossed, hoping they can spend their week secluded in a hotel room with a runny nose and a cough.
One-year-old Stephanie Thrift happily munches on a chocolate Rice Krispie treat as her father wheels her stroller through the doors of Pavilion VIII. Her 5-year-old brother's artwork, a dramatic depiction of the latest Cavalier basketball game with stick figures, is pasted on the front door.
WASHINGTON-In striking contrast to the drab, any-other-day-of-the-year feel in the nation's capital during the day, election fever hit the bar scene hard once the sun went down.
WASHINGTON-Rushing up and down the Metro escalators, people from all walks of life scurried off to their respective corners of the metropolitan area. Briefcases or lunchboxes in tow, it was just another day in the nation's capital - except it was Election Day. The identity of the next occupant of 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. hung in the balance as the people of D.C. continued their daily routines.