Without any way to circumvent the point, I’ll go ahead and write bluntly. An old friend died this weekend.
1. The texter: I don’t know what it is, but during my semi-annual, once-every-never workouts I always come across this guy.
Name: John Year: Second School: College Major: Economics and Mathematics Sexual orientation: Straight _U.Va.
All people have their own ideas of happiness. Around here, happiness is that feeling you get when you’re running completely late and somehow make it to class on time, or when you finally get to the front of the counter at Christian’s after waiting in line for what seems like an eternity.
The University’s chapter of Dance Marathon, a renowned philanthropic organization that has divisions at universities and colleges all across the country, held their annual event Saturday at both Memorial Gym and Boylan Heights.
I used to be entirely indifferent toward U.Va. basketball. It wasn’t personal; I’m actually indifferent about most sports.
I’ll be honest: I didn’t receive any chocolates, roses or plush toys this most recent Valentine’s Day due to the absence of a significant other.
I have lived through 21 Virginia winters. For 21 years I have known, for the most part, what my December, January and February will look like.
The University Guides hosted their 24th Annual Colonnade Ball Friday, Feb. 22 at the Jefferson Theater on the Downtown Mall — proving the Wahoo staples of service and a good time are a surefire recipe for resounding success. The event originated in 1989 as the U-Guides’ central student-run fundraiser, initially supporting the restoration of the Colonnades behind Lambeth Field Apartments.
This may be the week all of Grounds goes insane. Between elections, midterms and the millions of applications that are due between now and spring break, there is way too much to do and essentially five minutes to get it all done.
My first experience with a bowl of the Vietnamese master class soup pho — pronounced “fuh” — was at my first serious girlfriend’s house.
There’s always a point in the middle of February, in the midst of the grey skies, cold mornings and early nightfall that I begin to feel like I can’t really keep up anymore.
The strongest guidance I ever received came to me at the ripe age of 11 in a VHS recording of “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.” While my initial appreciation for this cinematic tour de force was the result of the ingenious and humorous scheming of the male lead, I later recognized that when it comes to defining a successful life, even the ideals of Confucius appear insignificant next to the world according to Ferris.
Yo Ed, The weather is so unpredictable lately that I can’t even get dressed in the morning. Some days I have my bean boots on and it don’t even rain, then when I take out my super fresh Keg Kill tank, it decides to snow that day, and the worst is when I have to wear my Wallabee’s with lax shorts.
Morgan Year: First Major: Undecided Sexual orientation: Straight U.Va. involvement: Kelloggian Hometown: Richmond, VA Ideal date (person): MUST have a great body, MUST be a hipster, MUST be as close to ginger as possible, also MUST have fantastic forearms — use Jeremy Renner as a reference. Ideal date (activity): Going to a fancy dinner where my date serenades me and showers me with luxurious gifts. If you could date any celebrity, who would it be? Jeremy Renner…duh. Deal breakers: Weak forearms Describe a typical weekend: Play some Xbox, eat some food, party for a bit, watch some Star Wars, check Reddit, party some more, sleep, go to O’hill and end it by telling my roommate she’s the best. Hobbies: Watching the basketball players eat, watching them play … just watching them in general. If your dating life were a prime-time or reality show, what would it be? The Bad Girls Club. Have you ever streaked the Lawn: I don’t streak lawns. What makes you a good catch? I’m HOT. Describe yourself in one sentence: Bangin’. Christian Year: Second Major: Do I have to pick one? Sexual orientation: Straight _U.Va.
1. Loud eating in the library: Forcing yourself to actually get to the library is a struggle enough.
It would be fantastic to be able to start off a column by saying, “Three years ago today, I wrote my first column for the Cavalier Daily.” Coincidences and anniversaries are always good ways to start anew.
This weekend my neighbor uploaded a picture to Facebook of the one-year-old golden retriever staying at her house.
Every once in a while I like to delude myself into thinking that I’m classy. In my imagination, I’m the type that wakes up early, takes a cup of coffee to the porch to read the paper while petting my cat.
When it comes to being the youngest of four siblings, there are just some ways your development is going to be affected, albeit subconsciously, and you’d never know it.
