I am an English major because I love words. I love that, when strung together, words make sentences.
In a world where cell phones can be used as GPS tracking devices, credit card swipe machines and social networking gateways, it’s become a rare event, at least for me, to look down at my electronic other half and see that’s its actually ringing with a real, human voice on the other line.
The bikes in front of Clark Library last week may have been stationary, but on them, U.Va. students cycled toward a worthy goal: building a school in Kampala, Uganda.
Here at the University of Virginia, we are a rather pragmatic bunch. We accept the advice of those who came before us, humbly acknowledging their store of expertise is better stocked than ours.
If you ever have a conversation with me that lasts for more than two minutes, you will know the four basic facts of Anne-Marie Albracht. 1.
Citizen Burger Bar, tucked away downtown across from the Paramount Theater, provides a burger that would make our founding fathers proud to be an American.
Sometimes I wonder if the world spins merely due to human energy. Are just we a bunch of Forrest Gumps, just running and running to generate rotation?
Anna and Tom met on Monday at 7 p.m. on the Rotunda steps and went to The Virginian for dinner and Arch’s for dessert.
Dear Ed, I’m starting to hear a lot about Foxfield and it sounds like a lot of fun, but I don’t really drink.
With the spring semester at its peak, several students have made the decision to embark overseas this summer for study abroad programs.
This just in: while the late March snowfall would have you think otherwise, the semester’s coming to a close.
I don’t have the luxury of getting to see my extended family very often since we are spread over a vast swath of the U.S.
Right now I’m writing on my bed, typing rather, unable to release myself from the comfortable grip of lounging around horizontally.
Last summer, I spent a lot of time walking. At the close of each business day, I would set off on my journey home, bypass the smelly, tourist-ridden Times Square subway stop and head straight down Broadway.
Signing up for classes gives me a strange sort of thrill.
With bald crowns bobbing around Grounds, it’s clear St. Baldrick’s philanthropy intends to leave no head untouched.
One of the hardest transitions to college from high school is our newfound responsibility to make decisions for ourselves.
Mr. Jefferson designed our University around a circle of sorts. The Rotunda, a half-scale model of the Roman Pantheon, stands as a series of oval rooms within a greater sphere.
We all have those acquaintances from class or dorms at whom we smile awkwardly, nod or just pretend not to notice as we pass them on Grounds.
This new year, I decided to sign up for the Charlottesville 10-miler. I had been frustrated with the lack of direction in my life and completing this test of endurance would not only help me get in shape after the holidays, but would more importantly be a tangible goal for me to work toward Over winter break it was easy to follow the training plan I found online when my only obligations were to sleep, watch TV, and occasionally drive my sister somewhere.
