There's no such thing as 'just friends'
If you've ever seen "When Harry Met Sally" you might remember when Billy Crystal explains the rules for friendship between men and women.
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If you've ever seen "When Harry Met Sally" you might remember when Billy Crystal explains the rules for friendship between men and women.
I think there should have been a clause in the University's honor code to cover broken hearts. After all, the honor system is supposed to protect and prevent us from lying, cheating and stealing, isn't it?
I've been called selfish once or twice before. Ok once or twice, by several of my friends. To be honest, I don't like to share, never have. I'll do it. But there's always that part of me that when a friend asks to borrow one of my favorite shirts, or wants a bite of my sandwich, or a ride to class, that hesitates. That asks "how is this going to put me out?"
It takes all kinds to be in the V-club. When I was in high school,\nI decided I no longer wanted to be a virgin. I was the last of my friends remaining in the precious V-club and I hated it. They would sit around and talk about sex with their boyfriends and all I could do was sit and listen or add the occasional oral sex tip. I wanted to know what I was missing.
Taking the road less traveled - that's what three recent University graduates did. In fact, they followed that road all the way to the far-off locations of Honduras, Romania and Bolivia on two-year programs in the Peace Corps. They have decided to substitute traditional plans of career moves and graduate school for an alternate experience. And for them, that has made all the difference.
RICHMOND
You may have been tricked. You may have been bribed. You may even have been threatened or physically forced. But no matter what, 10 years ago, you likely didn't go to the doctor's office to receive your yearly shots willingly.
Conveying centuries of music through words and pictures can at times be a difficult task. Unless of course, you can actually hear the music.
Sirens blare. The horn sounds. Cars pull to the side of the road to escape the path of the unstoppable fire truck as it tears down Ridge Street and onto Jefferson Avenue. The truck stops in front of a local Charlottesville residence and firemen quickly file out of the truck and into the front door of the home.
Sexual assault education reaches out
Walking by the Lawn just two days after the infamous terrorist attack, you may have noticed fellow students donning red, white and blue ribbons on shirt pockets and collars. You may have even been offered one of these patriotic symbols without even wondering who or what was behind this show of faith.
So you've finally finished your resume. You've listened to everyone's advice, spent countless hours polishing it and selecting the lucky companies who might receive a copy. You place the beautifully written pages in an envelope -- qualifications that should entice virtually any employer, along with that concise yet impressive cover letter, ready for the eager eyes of any top business executive.
We've all been there. We've all struggled with college applications, patiently awaiting that acceptance letter and finally toiling over the decision of what school to attend.
A variety of signs adorn the walls stipulating time limits, check policies, walk-in customers and the number of people allowed in each room. A smorgasbord of bottles and tubes is displayed along the glass counter. The seductive allure of Australian Gold or Emerald Bay grabs one student, while the promise of protection boasted by Insurance or Heliotherapy lures another.
Wingspread Lane. Broken Sun Road. Hungrytown Hollow. Though these may sound like fictitious names in a silly children's story, in reality, they are names of the winding, gravel-packed roads of Covesville, Va.
The hazy March sunlight reflects off the windows of a small brick building sitting atop the grassy slope of Pantops Mountain. Inside the Piedmont Hospice offices, the white-walled cubicles seem as cheerful as the wide-smiling employees clicking away at computer terminals. But somehow, it seems hard to believe that an organization as isolated as this one could travel beyond the 250 bypass and touch the lives of so many terminally ill patients and University Hospice volunteers.
It's easy to forget that John Grisham is a celebrity. Dressed in blue jeans and a sports jacket, his chin grazed with a five o'clock shadow, he seems like any other guy with a Southern accent.
(This is the fourth in a four-part weekly series about dating and relationships at the University.)
(This is the third in a four-part series about dating and relationships at the University.)
(This is the second in a four-part weekly series on dating and relationships at the University.)