Fight the Stigma — a mental health awareness week organized by Second Year Council — took place from April 6th to April 10th and aimed to rework preconceived notions surrounding mental health at the University.
Being a third year sucks. Don’t get me wrong, I love how much I have matured, I love having a solid group of friends and I love taking on leadership roles in extracurriculars.
On a more serious note, it’s about time someone discredited a few of the common myths associated with running.
This weekend marks a milestone for me — I’m finally turning 21, and I’ve tried to hold off on drinking until my 21st birthday.
When I think of words to live by, I think of quotes printed under senior pictures in high school yearbooks — proverbs, inspirational song lyrics and cliché expressions alike.
I recently heard it’s considered unprofessional to end a sentence with an exclamation point. I find this outrageous!
Joe and Grace met at 7 p.m. at the Rotunda and went to Jump Cville. Joe: [I applied for Love Connection because] I thought the idea of it was entertaining and was excited to go on it. Grace: I was so excited to find out I was chosen.
Third-year Nursing student Nicole Burkhardt has traveled to Villa Soleada and Nuevo Blanco to build houses the past two years through Students Helping Honduras (SHH) — an organization which aims to end poverty through education and empowerment.
When we think of our worst fears as college students, pop quizzes and 8 a.m. classes are most likely to come to mind immediately — not rejection.
Molly Schwartzburg, curator for the Albert & Shirley Small Special Collections Library presented “Collecting in the Golden Age of the Book” Thursday, a lecture examining her efforts as a curator to document the integration of the digital age into the realm of published works.
I’ve always considered myself adventurous, but there have been times I was faced with a risky option and made the safe choice.
Sitting on the Lawn today, I joined legions of slackliners, girls in sundresses and boys reminiscent of Easter eggs.
Last week, after a long and exhausting day, my roommate and I settled down on the couch for a relaxing evening of TV.
Friends and strangers alike seem to always have an endless supply of stories about romantic “things” that “just ended” for “no reason.” I’ve heard countless stories of somethings that one day were all cloudless, sunny skies, and were downpouring with unexpected bouts of (purple) rain the next.
As a child, dreams were like a game for me. I would wake up and immediately try to tell someone in the house what happened, only to find 30 seconds into my description that I was making up nonsense to make up for what I couldn’t remember.
A few days ago, I knocked on my friend’s door in the middle of the afternoon to use her printer.
After years of being immersed in this seemingly bottomless pool of awe-inspiring brilliance that is the University, I've developed a tendency to romanticize strangers whom I find fascinating.
1. The Sink Trick You know, the one where you tape down the button of the spray hose down so it soaks your victim when he or she turns the sink on.
Pride Week kicked off with the Queer Student Union’s Drag Bingo Saturday night and events will be held throughout this week.
Jake and Casey met at 7:30 p.m. at Café Caturra on the Corner. Casey: I signed up for Love Connection one night with my roommate because we wanted to meet someone new and try something out of our comfort zones. Jake: I went on a blind date a year ago through the Cavalier Daily.
