Students line up at the Red Cross clinic to donate blood for victims of yesterday's
As the charred and ruined visages of disaster unraveled hundreds of miles to the north, students and Charlottesville residents waited in long lines. In blood lines.
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As the charred and ruined visages of disaster unraveled hundreds of miles to the north, students and Charlottesville residents waited in long lines. In blood lines.
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.
The red brick and white trim facade of 109 East Jefferson Street welcomes massage therapy clients and political refugees.
One hundred and sixty-one years after his death, Thomas Jefferson can still raise eyebrows.
In the spirit of last summer's fast car flick of choice, "Gone in 60 Seconds," this summer's car flick of choice, "The Fast and the Furious," is about, well, fast cars. After all, why complicate things?
From halfway across the world, University ROTC students are feeling the impact of the conflict in Kosovo.
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.
Thursday evening in Jefferson Hall, a cross section of the young and those with graying hair formed a cluster of blazers and bow ties, wool sweaters and even a casual fleece here and there. The well-dressed audience coupled with the room's colonial decor hardly evoked an atmosphere of "beer and circus."
The nightmare goes something like this: You walk into class late, or you raise your hand to say something, and all of a sudden you realize 30 pairs of eyes are on you. And it's not because you interrupted a key moment in today's lecture or because everyone is expecting a soundbite of brilliant commentary from you. It's because you're naked.
On this cold February night, a chill breeze forces numb hands inside warm coat pockets, but if you think you can take your gloves off inside the Charlottesville Ice Park's arena, you would be mistaken.
In the dead of winter, stadiums across the country are packed with basketball fans and TVs are tuned to college hoops matchups and NBA antics.
Sean Donahue retired last week. The third-year College student, who has reported on and worked for President Clinton for the past nine years, is now planning his first spring break trip - and this time, it doesn't include the President.
While many students will give up their Saturday afternoons this week to watch the Virginia Tech game, a number of the players will forgo a conventional Thanksgiving dinner at home in order to face the Hokies.
Q: How many Echols Scholars does it take to screw in a light bulb in an Echols dorm?
Let's face it. Golf can be boring. In fact, golf could even scream "boring!" if you didn't have to be so darn quiet all the time.
Breathing in the sweetly aged scent of old literary treasures in Alderman Library's wood-paneled McGregor Room, one may be suddenly seized by the same inhibitions of being in a museum.
Driving down Route 29, the Blue Ridge Mountains seem to call out to Ashley Meeks every time she returns to Charlottesville.