With recent arguments surrounding free speech and minority rights on college campuses, many students have come recognize the importance of understanding their peers’ varying perspectives through dialogue.
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Ben and Story met at 8 p.m. at the Rotunda. Story: I have been on a blind date before.
My hands have been permanently burned from my own negligence with a curling wand. I have spent hours scraping paint off of the floor of the Student Activities Building.
This University is a big pool filled with people from several corners of the world. Each person you meet is like a snowflake: unique, yes, but also composed primarily of water.
Between Black Friday and Cyber Monday, the couple days have been a never-ending cycle of sales going on “today only!” and “limited time!” offers.
I’ve always liked flying in airplanes. I can still remember wearing those plastic wings that flight attendants would give me when I was very young.
I’m sitting in a coffee shop half a mile from my house – the house I’ve lived in my entire life.
The National Sleep Foundation recommends 8-10 hours of sleep per night for teenagers and young adults, but a study by the University of Cincinnati reported that 55% of participating college students sleep for fewer than seven hours a night.
With Thanksgiving officially in the past, it is safe to say the holiday season is in full swing. The University and local Charlottesville establishments are hosting several events to put us in the holiday spirit.
After graduating from the University, Commerce School alumnus Kunal Doshi dreamed of working to end poverty by improving education.
Over Thanksgiving break, Global Greeters made sure to spread holiday cheer to students staying in Charlottesville. The group hosted a Puppies and Pumpkins event at Grit Coffee Friday.
1. Pumpkin Pie You’re stuck in the past, wishing for better days when finals weren’t kicking us in the... class and “Hello” hadn’t been grossly overplayed.
At the ends of the emails she sends students in response to tragedy, University President Teresa Sullivan typically emphasizes how we must “come together as a community.” Though this advice seems appropriate in theory, in practice it is difficult for people to cultivate an environment in which they share complex emotions without fear of judgment or imposition.
Asking someone how he or she is doing is a pretty standard part of any conversation. Whether it comes as an effort to catch up with a distant friend over coffee, or thrown casually over a shoulder to an acquaintance passing by on the Corner, it’s a question I ask dozens of times a day.
November is the time of the year people acknowledge the friends, family members and good fortune for which they are most grateful.
Fraternities and sororities from the Multicultural Greek Council (MGC) and the National Panhellenic Council (NPHC) battled it out this past Friday at the Battle Grounds Stroll Competition.
The Native American Student Union and their guests began Thanksgiving festivities early Saturday with its fifth annual Heritage Fair in honor of Native American Heritage Month.
Selected from over 250 applicants, the Marching Band is headed to New York City on Monday.
This past Wednesday, Deafness Education & Awareness for Students (DEAFS) at U.Va. brought students together for an American Sign Language (ASL) workshop at Open Grounds.
On the first day of fall break, I found myself on a stuffy, cramped MegaBus to New York City. My poor mother helped me drag my suitcase to the bus station, and after I waved goodbye out the window, an old lady who reeked of soap and apples plopped herself down next to me.
