I don't want to grow up. After a night of book-club debates and several vigorous games of spades - read as: but not really - a group of friends and I did what every college kid with the Sunday morning blues does: a mandatory trip to Bodo's.
The excitement students experience when course listings are released each semester often quickly fades to confusion and stress.
In elementary school, my friends and I went through the "name changing phase." Although this phenomenon may not be documented in a child psychology textbook, it occurs in late elementary school or early middle school and may be defined as "the overwhelming desire to change one's name to one that's entirely different." My babysitter went by her first initial; instead of being called "Jessica," she was called "J." In a similar vein, instead of being called "Sheila," I tried to go by "S."
As third year comes to an end for me and I realize my time as an undergraduate is flying by, I've become more sentimental in my attitude towards Charlottesville.
It is not uncommon for students to contemplate the impact they will have on the world, but for some these thoughts are more than just a hazy idea of post-graduate plans.
This past week, as our season ended with a loss in the quarterfinals of the WNIT, my teammates and I had some time off - an entire week when we were not expected to be active, touch a basketball or think about sweating.
I am pretty sure that money cannot buy happiness. I am fairly certain that the happiest moments of my life were products not of money spent but of time wasted.
The man, the myth, the swiper: Dean Caulfield Dean Caulfield - "as in Holden," he said - is the first person you see upon entering Observatory Hill Dining Hall.
With student self-governance as the focal point of University life, one would be hard-pressed to find an institution with more dynamic, passionate and over-committed students.
I care a lot about appearances. This may come as a surprise to anyone who has seen me walking to class, well, ever.
Katia Dianina is a Russian professor at the University with a storied background - including a brush with a celebrity.
I take a lot of heat from my friends for the way I dress up. I'll admit it; I am one of those girls.
When I was growing up, I went to a camp in Riner - a.k.a. Middle of Nowhere, Virginia - every summer for about six years straight.
Forgetting about your ex after a long relationship must have been so much easier before Facebook existed.
For years I've been carrying on a secret relationship. While I haven't been trying to hide this love affair, I may not have been as forthcoming as I should have been.
Things have changed for University radio since 1947, when WUVA was launched in the basement of Madison Hall using electrical wiring in dormitories to pass along its AM signals. "It was very much amateur, but we became a big success quickly," outgoing WUVA-FM President Robert Powell said.
I do not think life is supposed to be simple. I think it has been and always will be a big tangled blob of things no one knows for sure.
Flipping through the pages of Vogue the other day, I noticed an ad with a bright pink background featuring Katy Perry wearing a pink and purple spandex cat suit promoting the fragrance "Purr-fect." How much did they pay her to wear that?
In the weeks following the announcement that the Commerce School will increase its tuition, Commerce students are contemplating the effects of the extra charges. The Board of Visitors announced Feb.
"No amount of observations of white swans can allow the inference that all swans are white, but the observation of a single black swan is sufficient to refute that conclusion," wrote philosopher David Hume.
