The Black Student Alliance, Black Leadership Institute and the University chapter of the NAACP hosted the seventh annual Image Awards last Thursday, highlighting 10 extraordinary members of the University community for their passion and service in advancement of the black community.
From those going abroad to the ones who can’t look past the paper due in three days to even contemplate Spring Break, here is a look at some of the more common U.Va. Spring Break-ers.
I found out Santa did not exist the first Christmas I can remember; the Easter bunny freaked me out; I was pissed when I turned 11 and no letter arrived from Hogwarts; and when my first baby molar came out, I didn’t tell my parents — I waited skeptically to see what the cold side of my pillow would surprise me with in the morning. Clearly the “tooth fairy” dropped the ball on that one.
The college dating scene has been revolutionized by social media, set aflame by the innovations of the internet, and recently, a little more tinder has been added to the fire.
Growing up with a Virginia alumnus as a father, I have been at least a nominal fan of Virginia sports for my entire life.
Sometimes, I stop and think, “Wow, I’m in college.”
My interactions with hairdressers always follow the same pattern — which is saying a lot, because over the span of my life, I would estimate I’ve interacted with roughly 23 hairdressers. Be it number three or number 17, though, our dealings follow a singular progression.
“Dude, we look like Home Depot workers,” my friend says to the group as we don the bright orange aprons we wear to hand out programs to thousands of students coming to John Paul Jones Arena for the game against Notre Dame.
We grow up being told to find our fairytale, to pursue happiness, to attain perfect pleasure. But what is happiness without meaning?
Monday marked the start of the University’s Every Body Week, a campaign organized by the Women’s Resource Center in association with the University’s Coalition on Eating Disorders and Exercise Concerns.
I’d love to be enrolled in the Engineering school for a day. Better yet, I’d love to be a physics major or a Nursing student or even one of those exceptionally rare Northern Virginia-born “pre-Comm” or “pre-med” first-years.
As a young child, one of the main principles I learned was to always save dessert for last. This began as a sort of mandate from my mom in order to ensure that I did not skip over my vegetables in search of the delicious chocolate that I knew would come.
Cheers and festivities rang out last Wednesday evening, when more than 10 inches of snow gave students and staff an unexpected four-day weekend.
First-year Engineering student Kyle Liggan founded a new student organization called Tunes for Our Troops. The group aims to lead fundraising efforts to buy iPods Shuffles for active-duty military personnel overseas.
One-hundred eager students filed into Nau Hall Saturday for the second annual TEDxUVA event. With talks on topics ranging from education reform to mountain climbing, the speakers were united by a central theme — ”make the path” — adopted from Stephen Colbert’s valedictory speech last spring.
A Virginian love story
I have no way of confirming this, but I think this week was a little off for everyone. I can’t remember the last time there were two snow days in a row at the University. Surprisingly, though, last weekend was beyond perfect, and I don’t think anybody — besides a couple of professors with their panties in a bunch — would have had it any other way. We got our own taste of Sochi.
I show up to my class 10 minutes early for the exam. I wait for the rest of my 25 classmates to arrive.
The best advice I have received at the University came when I least expected it. Still floating in the honeymoon period of first year, when the perks and problems of college are still fresh and exciting, I found myself walking along Rugby Road one evening with a fourth-year.
There comes a point in every girl’s life when she realizes she is no longer current. For many women, this point comes when their children begin to pepper conversation with unfamiliar acronyms. For others, it comes when they realize they spout out certain phrases with the exact intonation as their mothers.
