If you’re thinking you might rather have the plane never land safely than to hear someone smack their hands together repeatedly in the weirdest and worst possible setting, then you are not alone.
Veronica Sirotic pleads for medical help from her doctor regarding her vaping habits and conflicting asthma.
Benjamin Miller makes recommendations on which song the national anthem ought to be.
Jess Miller takes an in-depth look at the cruelty and inhumanity of pumpkin season.
Mary McCracken gives us eight ways to break things off with our summer significant other.
Zach Schauffler offers a faux pointed opinion piece in his recent op-ed article.
Read this handy guide on how to properly woo a “U.Va. woman.”
Our first story tonight involves newly-named University President James E. Ryan.
At the end of the day, Katy, you need to understand that you are replaceable — yes, I said it. I’ve caught feels for many women; you’re not the first and you won’t be the last.
I have two sisters and a brother, but this story is just about the two sisters, Saoirse (“Seer-sha”) and Maire.
Children can traverse grounds with almost unlimited freedom, and everything (and I mean everything) both inside and outside the classroom has the potential to kill you.
The fight will be a month from Thursday, Sept. 7, if Trump is still president by then.
College: A time to meet new people, make new friends, share new experiences and, for many, a time to live for nine months in close quarters with a total stranger.
Fellas, if by some chance reading this article becomes the key to unlocking the final control point in Overwatch, then please heed these words.
And number two: Turn off your brain.
Historians believe this nickname has been in use since the time of cavemen, and many of the bespectacled among us have no doubt been teased with this brutal nomenclature.
While the song has already proved itself to be the song of the summer, DJ Khaled seemed confident that his upcoming projects would certainly outshine his most recent release.
If you ever need me postgrad, you know how to reach me, though it’s unlikely I’ll be able to hear you over the sound of how well I’m doing.
Nucular is just not a word, and I can be silent no longer. This is a national issue, one that I will fight tirelessly, until I get tired, and then I’ll probably let it go.
In that case, crush up some Claritin and let’s get weird! It’s springtime, baby!
