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(03/08/01 5:00am)
You will not believe what we're doing tonight!" my roommate Jen said exuberantly as she entered the room. "You are going to be so excited," she continued, "This is the best thing that has happened all semester."
(02/22/01 5:00am)
For hundreds of years, my family has lived in the heart of New England.
(02/08/01 5:00am)
One night a month or so ago, I sat in front of the television for an hour watching the saga of the late '70s / early '80s rock phenom known as Styx. I hadn't heard of Styx before, but as VH1's "Behind the Music" narrated the highs and lows of the group's career, I recognized several of its signature songs. Somewhere in my past, I'd obviously experienced something set to "Come Sail Away" because, as soon as the tune played, it felt familiar.
(01/23/01 5:00am)
Over break I visited the apartment of a friend who recently gradu ated from college. She and her roommate had tastefully decorated their home with Ikea furnishings and Pier 1 accessories. The place was immaculate, but more striking than that was the fact that everything on the walls was matted and framed and coasters were present in the living room. I admired the apartment and enjoyed my evening there, but it wasn't until last week when I returned to my apartment in Charlottesville that I really understood the incredible disparity between the homes of college students and those of people in the real world.
(11/16/00 5:00am)
I came late to the movement. It began 20 years ago in Kobe City, Japan and hit it big in the U.S. in the early '90s. But it wasn't until last Friday night that I stood at a microphone in front of a crowd and experienced the magic that is karaoke.
(11/02/00 5:00am)
Some wise person once suggested that one's problems are never solved by running away. Those with troubles do far better to stand their ground and work out their difficulties rather than to turn tail and run. I have never been particularly wise, so when Fall Break arrived I looked at the pile of applications sitting on my desk, the bookcase filled with pages demanding to be read and a calendar red with upcoming due dates and decided there was only one thing I could do: flee the scene as quickly as possible.
(10/19/00 4:00am)
In high school, I was the proud primary driver of a 1985 Oldsmobile station wagon. Naturally, the automobile opened me up to the good-natured teasing of friends, but such ribbing didn't bother me at all (well, it didn't bother me too much).
(10/05/00 4:00am)
I've been reading for the past four years straight. Occasionally, I would put a book down long enough to write a 10-page paper on it. By and large, though, I've been a reader, and if all goes as planned, I'll be awarded a degree in English from the University in May.
(09/21/00 4:00am)
Every morning over my summer vacation, I would get up, pour myself a cup of coffee, and give a cursory glance to the day's headlines. Next, I would carefully remove the crossword from the Style section and begin the project that would become of paramount importance to me for the next several hours: completing the puzzle.
(09/07/00 4:00am)
I learned many things this summer. I learned how to jumpstart a car and how to smile and say thank you convincingly to people who've been terribly rude. I even learned all the words to every song on Creed's album (this was unintentional). But most important, I learned that politics can be very, very sexy.
(04/27/00 4:00am)
Everybody has one. That one person who makes your heart beat a little faster, your day a little better. That one person you definitely notice if they're within a two-mile radius of you. That one person who ... doesn't even know you exist. Your little crush whom you love to love but don't have any serious intention of meeting.
(04/20/00 4:00am)
With less than a month left in the semester, papers demand to be written, projects call out to be completed and exams loom on the horizon. The libraries are filled to capacity most afternoons and evenings, and computer labs are seeing an increase in traffic. People all over Grounds are feeling the pressures that come with crunch time.
(04/13/00 4:00am)
Spring is here and I truly believe that warmer temperatures are right around the corner (although I could just be in major denial) so when the mercury rises, I intend to be ready with a killer spring/summer wardrobe.
(04/06/00 4:00am)
In high school, teachers used to tell us that once we got to college we would have to learn how to study or fail miserably. It was a standard lecture that we all heard from the time our 14-year-old selves entered the world of secondary school until we graduated four years later.
(03/30/00 5:00am)
Sunday evening, as I was attempting to study, my roommate Jen threw open the door to my room, waving a CD over her head.
(03/03/00 5:00am)
Writers are terribly romantic figures. Their eccentricities and, at times, maniacal brilliance make them convenient inspirations for directors, not to mention useful additions to any dinner party. Curtis Hanson, the man responsible for "L.A. Confidential," is clearly infatuated with the literary characters of Michael Chabon's book, "The Wonder Boys," as he demonstrates in the recent film adaptation of the novel. Unfortunately, the audience never develops the same affinity for the characters, as the film attempts to provide a contrived fascination.
(03/02/00 5:00am)
Every female over the age of 13 at some point has been walking down the street when some group of guys drives by and has seen fit to call out either a lewd suggestion, offensive insult or shrill catcall. Usually the boys can be heard snickering as they speed away.
(02/24/00 5:00am)
"We should try to spread love throughout the University community."
(02/17/00 5:00am)
There are certain material things that I know I cannot live without: oranges, shaving cream, my camel-colored cashmere sweater and Mr. Bear. While I recognize these things aren't what most people would refer to as necessities, to me they are essential. I have become so attached to them that I'd feel deprived, and a little bit lost, without them.
(02/10/00 5:00am)
I call it summer camp syndrome, because I first noticed its bizarre effects during my first trip to summer camp. I was in the fifth grade, and my friend Becky and I were spending two weeks in the woods at a co-ed camp. After four days, Becky was the girlfriend of Kevin, a guy we'd condemned on the first day when he'd eaten a live spider.