As students hit their groove for the spring and the famous Pennsylvania groundhog dooms us all to six more weeks of winter, I think it is important to reflect on some teachings from non-academically competitive critters.
U.Va. Dine took to social media earlier this week to announce the upcoming release of “The Pav: A U.Va. Dine Fragrance.” U.Va. Dine characterizes “The Pav” as a scent of nostalgia and guarantee — one that empowers the wearer to attract the Subway Lover and the Chick-Fil-A Fiend alike.
Until you lock yourself in Brown Library twelve hours straight for a quadruple-shot espresso fueled study fest when exam season comes to greet you with its cold claws, allow me to enlighten you with a few tips on how to banish your boredom.
Now, if you’re like most people, you’re either spending Valentine's Day with your significant other(s) or are in wait for single awareness day the following morning when all the chocolate is on sale. But, unfortunately, during this time of year, we fail to recognize those that are working the hardest and that deserve our appreciation the most.
What is Valentine’s Day without last-minute Hallmark cards from CVS? This year, Hallmark has outdone themselves with their Valentine’s Day collection.
After the second, third, or twentieth time asking someone to repeat what they said, the conversation comes to an awkward halt. To avoid this issue, assumptions must be made about what people say. If your brain is anything like mine, these assumptions are often entirely incorrect.
To people who are also very worried whether the renovations will ever be completed, here is some advice
U.Va. Housing & Residence Life has heard the dormitory living concerns from on-Grounds residents loudly and clearly over the past several months, and we are writing to provide you with an end-of-semester update on the steps we have taken to respond to these reports.
Yes, it’s that most wonderful time when all can gather round to collectively watch people forget Thanksgiving exists, and move straight on to anticipating a holiday more than a month away. But what causes this strange phenomenon, and how can you, confused University student, protect yourself from it?
Your first semester of college is almost over and you’re either thinking that this is the most fun you’ve ever had or you’re questioning if you peaked in high school. Regardless, I am here with some Third Year wisdom.
Do you like conspiracy theories? Well, friends, I am about to blow your tiny, school-induced burnout minds.
The idea of Jefferson’s ghost roaming around might be scary and you might even be considering canceling your Halloween night plans, but don’t you worry because I’ve got you covered.
If you have one character you see pretty often, you have a personal NPC. It’s like they’re meant to be where you are. Maybe they’re the background character in your life, and maybe they think of you as the background character in theirs.
If you’re reading this, I assume that means you and I are alike. Come Halloween, we share a common turmoil, if you will, over the desire to have a perfect costume but take no actionable steps to make that into a reality.
For the love of God, conduct your final streak before graduation itself.
Many teachers give the “you will thank me later in college” rules and act like if you don’t use their rules, you will fail college. The fact is that most of your high school teachers have no clue about how the college education system works today.
If you have heard of the game Minecraft, you, probably like me, initially thought it was called “Mindcraft.” However, the game is apparently less about using your mind and more about mining.
I go to Bodos so often the workers know me by name, and I know the employee shift schedule by heart. That being said, while I’ve learned a lot about bagels, I’ve learned even more about the people who eat them.
I could be kidding myself, but it was at this point at which I determined my day would be utter trash. And I was right. Why else would I title this tale of sorrow “A University Horror Story” if I were not writing about a totally trash day?
I’m standing right here. The Witty Wahoo. The President of Jokes, Gym Rye Anne. The Quip Queen. I cannot stand it when people come for my throne. Especially people who are still trying to figure out why the chicken crossed the road.
