With classes adjourning Friday for Spring Break, thousands of University students will embark on travels across the globe. Though some will head west or north with the slopes in sight, and others — this bi-weekly columnist included — will head homeward for some much needed R&R, there is one image alone that typifies collegiate Spring Break: a warm getaway to the tropical beach of your choosing.
Second-year College student Martese Johnson, recently elected to the Honor Committee as one of the five representatives for the College, ran on a platform was largely based on his experience as a minority student at the University.
Since moving to Paris, I have experienced several waves of what is commonly referred to as “culture shock.” Certain adjustments to life overseas were expected — stronger coffee, catcalls and copious amounts of bread.
After a long day of Thursday classes, upwards of 60 students file into Monroe Hall at 6 p.m., ready for a weekly dose of culture and language at Chinese Corner.
Somewhere, sometime, in the back corner of my brain, I made the promise to myself I was only ever going to drop the word “home” in reference to one place. There’s a white house with a gravel drive and quasi-green grass on a corner lot in Richmond. That dandelion speckled plot, my friends, is hallowed ground. That’s home.
The Latino Student Alliance welcomes all students to celebrate Latino culture — including those who do not identify with the group. The LSA hopes by making clear there are no barriers to involvement, they can break down the perception that racial, ethnic and cultural groups divide the student body.
Like many other young girls, third-year College student Hales Parcells dreamed of becoming the Little Mermaid when she grew up.
Throughout my entire childhood, I was convinced I was going to be famous. I spent an inordinate amount of time alone in my bedroom practicing my opera scales, calling our voice mail and refusing to let my parents pick up the phone so I could record myself singing and listen back to it.
Last Saturday, I became aware of my incredible inadequacy. At TEDxUVA, I listened to 20-year-old Cason Crane modestly talk about his astonishing feat of summiting the highest peak on every continent in order to raise money and awareness for LGBTQ rights.
As a former Dillardian, catching the bus was more than just a means of transportation — it was a way of life. Since then, the bus has not only become deeply ingrained in my lifestyle, but also irrevocably intertwined with my personality.
As anyone who has spent more than 14 seconds with me can attest to, I am rather famous for my awkward encounters.
Two third-years get a friendly vibe on their first bind date
Non-profit organization Harlem Lacrosse and Leadership embarked on its second-annual visit to the University last weekend. Founded in 2008 by Simon Cataldo, now a third-year Law student, Harlem Lacrosse and Leadership provides academic support and leadership training to at-risk youth through teaching lacrosse.
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.
