Here we are again. Despite the countless promises I made to myself before Thanksgiving, I opted for blissful ignorance above proactive preparedness this break.
If there is one thing the holidays have taught me, it is that commercial travel is perhaps one of the most unifying and simultaneously divisive forces of our era, especially during the holiday season.
The holidays are here. In another universe, we may be able to ignore this fact, since it’s not even December.
We all know college students love to eat — they don’t call it the Freshman 15 for nothing. So it isn’t surprising that in a span of just a year University students have created two digital platforms that help students find food on Grounds — Foodio and hoos-eat-free.
Looking for a way to satisfy your carb cravings and help a worthy cause at the same time? Challah for Hunger has a table on the Lawn you may actually want to visit. The University’s Challah for Hunger branch is part of an international nonprofit organization that raises money for charity by baking traditional Jewish bread from scratch using ingredients donated from Albemarle Baking Company.
I’ve resisted the nagging urge to write a column about this particular topic because of a previously perceived lack of substance, but sometimes my internal filter through which I pass all ideas gets polluted by particular aggravating experiences. We all know about famous French cuisine, and believe me when I say it meets expectations.
We are at that point in our young adult lives where self-expression begins to matter. The research papers we write, the special items of clothing that comprise our signature outfits, the concert tickets on which we splurge and the stubs we tuck away for safe memory-keeping.
Now that Starbucks is using its holiday cups, Barracks Road Shopping Center has hung its wreaths, and the back of Target looks like a Christmas tree forest, I think it is appropriate for me to write a column about why the holidays rock when you’re in college — a whole 35 days before Christmas. Around the holidays, it is hard to not be a little sad.
1) Family I would be nowhere without my family. There’s my mom, who forwards me about 12 emails a day about the happenings of Brad Pitt.
Melissa University involvement: Chi Alpha, club cross-country Ideal date (person): Tall, athletic, good-looking Ideal date (activity): My ideal date would consist of dinner and some fro-yo afterwards. If you could date any celebrity it would be: Ryan Gosling — he’s tall, hot, has a six-pack and was amazing in “The Notebook.” He’s every girl’s dream guy.
Dear unknown girl who refuses to wash her hands, You confuse me, you intrigue me and you disgust me.
Today my father is getting a pacemaker. At 21 I never thought I would say those words about my 61-year-old father.
Last week, our nation reelected Barack Obama to be the 44th president of the United States of America.
One of the biggest construction projects on Grounds currently is replacing the outdated residence halls in the Alderman Road area.
“The only thing Greeks like to do more than eat is to feed others,” said Graduate Education student Anna Karnaze, a member of the U.Va.
Has anyone in the history of the world ever attended a fraternity house while sober? Am I the only member of this sad minority?
Thanksgiving is so close I can almost smell my mom’s garlic mashed potatoes and gravy steaming on the stove.
Perfect students. We all know them — I mean, it’s U.Va. There’s the student with a 3.7 GPA who is active in six different clubs and president of two of them and still manages to work out two hours a day and eat healthy.
On any given night it is estimated that roughly 672,000 Americans experience homelessness and hunger, and one of every eight children under the age of 12 will go to sleep hungry.
1) Hang out in Cabell Hall: Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like University buildings go a little overboard with their heat usage.
