John Hernandez grew up on a farm in southwest Virginia, where he was responsible for delivering meat to customers in his hometown.
This past Thursday while syllabus week was in full swing, Morven Kitchen Garden — a one-acre farm located off-Grounds — was hard at work preparing for their fifth annual Gazpacho in the Garden event.
This summer, the United Nations hosted the fourth annual Girl Up Leadership Summit in Washington, D.C.
This summer, I sat in a Panera and stared at a Google Doc titled “Life Things! Adulthood! Whee!” while silently crying and avoiding eye contact with the uncomfortable high school couple sharing a mac ‘n cheese bread bowl across from me.
I have a 16-year-old sister, so I think I’m fairly “up with the times” — a phrase some self-proclaimed “cool mom” probably says at least twice a week.
This summer, I learned I have absolutely no clue how to take a compliment. My mom continually asked me what constructive criticism I was receiving from my internship, and my awkward responses to positive praise definitely topped the list.
I remember the fourth years I met during my first year of college.
What brings people together better than free food? Free ice cream. This was the inspiration behind the Charlottesville Police Department’s new summer program, Ice Cream with a Cop.
Welcome Week, a weeklong series of events to welcome both new and old students, features University favorites like the Welcome Back Concert, Rotunda Sing and hypnotist Tom DeLuca.
Follow this advice to make it through your first week back in Charlottesville.
This fall, Max Hall and Austin Jones, rising juniors at Old Dominion University (ODU) will launch CollegeWise at the University — a new textbook service allowing students to buy and sell from one another directly and make payments online.
I remember being a child, before the days of driving or drinking, and somehow bringing fun to the most random or boring situations.
Yesterday, while in the middle of a frustrated rant about much I disliked a coworker, I realized I had absolutely no reason to hate her.
Undoubtedly, I was glad to be able to talk to people who knew the situation at hand, but never before had the distance between us been highlighted so prominently.
Over the past two weeks, University staff member Stewart Gamage, Director of Programs at Morven Farm, and Architecture Prof.
Every week it comes around again — a time when we’re cranky, half asleep and exhausted from the first half of the week, yet still torturously far from a weekend respite. We call this lull in our weeks “Wednesday,” and it becomes an excuse for bad moods, extra cookies at lunch and earlier-than-usual bed times.
I first heard the term “Life Graphs” during a summer-job-related, getting-to-know-you spiel. It sounds cynical — and potentially stonewallish — of me, but my initial thought was “No, hell no.” Hard pass, no way, I won’t, can’t make me.
Recently, children all across the U.S. flocked to local card stores, desperately searching for the perfect Hallmark-concocted one-liner to say, “I love you, Dad.” The trouble with entering that isle of brightly colored rhymes and bedazzled hearts, I realized, is that Hallmark charges up to eight bucks per card, and this year I had to buy two.
During your first year of college, you receive a lot of advice — whether it is asked for or not.
My heels click across the pavement of Golden’s Bridge train station. I throw my car keys in my briefcase just in time to hear the horn of the 7 a.m. express, which is thundering down track one.
