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(10/24/19 1:28am)
If you’re paying attention to the news or even just reading the unwanted Apple News notifications on your phone, you’ve probably noticed that something is up in Washington D.C. At this point, you’ve probably noticed it is a little more than something. In fact, it’s a whole lot of things. But, there’s one thing that sticks out the most — impeachment.
(08/26/19 9:21pm)
We’ve all heard it before — college is the best four years of your life. Until this summer, I have always taken that saying with a grain of salt. Could it really be the best four years of my life? I mean, sure the amount of free time I have is great, and I love Charlottesville as much as the next person. But I’ve always looked forward to having a real life as a functioning adult. Who isn’t excited to have a classy night out with their new work friends instead of pounding Busch Lights on a Friday night with some bozos in Sperrys? Not to mention the lack of exams, papers and Collab quizzes. The real world sounds pretty great when you dream about it. But, let me tell you, it’s nothing like your dreams.
(04/30/19 12:13am)
We fake phone calls because of them. We put our headphones on to protect ourselves from them. We take the long way to class just to avoid them. They are dangerous and unpredictable. They can smell you from a mile away. You know what I’m talking about. The chaos that ensues on the South Lawn like clockwork every sunny day? The flood of flyers being shoved in front of your face outside of Fresh Food & Co? The Illuminati triangle of cheap plastic tables near the Whispering Wall? If you guessed tablers, you’re right. They’re a part of any normal day on Grounds. They’re a member of the outdoors community at our school, along with the fearless squirrels and occasional bunny. After spending two years avoiding their weirdly tiny papers and loud pop music, I have realized they are a unique kind. Not only are tablers unique as a whole, but they have many different subspecies. Here are some of the species I have come across.
(04/08/19 2:27am)
As a second-year at the University, applications have been endlessly shoved in my face these past few months. Every time I turn a corner on Grounds, another academic department or extracurricular opportunity is shoving a 500-word essay into my hands and running away with a sly smirk. Our school has an application obsession. The University is begging for its student body to wake the school up and cut off its access to applications like the parents that have to cut off their young boys’ access to Fortnite. We experience too many opportunities that require endless essays, recommendation forms and demonstrated interest. And, on top of that, our clubs are super competitive, too! While applications do hold importance — after all we all got in here through applying, U.Va.’s culture is entirely too obsessed with the glamour of the phrase “application-based.”
(11/27/18 4:28am)
This Thanksgiving break, instead of going on some extravagant vacation, I made the trek back to my beloved Connecticut hometown. I took a rickety little airplane to LaGuardia from the Charlottesville airport and drove right back to lovely Preptown, U.S.A., a place I know and love.
(11/14/18 11:51pm)
I find it hard to believe that, at one point in my life, I didn’t know every word to the song “Mo Bamba.” I remember when I lost my “Mo Bamba” virginity all too well. Obviously, I was on Rugby Road when I first heard the three minutes of excessive screaming and swearing over the sound of only-God-knows what instruments. In the midst of talking to a friend, I was cut off mid-sentence when he immediately started singing along, elated that this song was playing. I had so many questions. Who even is Mo Bamba? Why does he deserve an extremely aggressive song? Why am I the only one who doesn’t know this song? I felt like that friend that everyone has in their friend group who’s never seen “The Office.” Yeah, it was that bad. I was confused, lost and, worst of all, out of the loop. Don’t pretend like you’ve never been there because we all have. There you are, standing with all your friends, Solo Cups in hand, and you’re the only one who doesn’t know the song that’s playing. I’ve been in that exact situation more than I’d like to admit. So, obviously, like any normal person, I made it my mission to get in the cool music loop. It was Mission-Mo time.