Following the GTL
By Vanessa Stephenson | October 22, 2010GTL (n.): the daily routine that includes hitting the gym, tanning and doing laundry to stay fresh all day, every day.
GTL (n.): the daily routine that includes hitting the gym, tanning and doing laundry to stay fresh all day, every day.
For many students, frequenting popular coffee establishments and restaurants on the Corner for drinks and tasty dinners during the weekends is a common rite.
I haven't written about food in a while because quite honestly I haven't eaten anything that great in a while.
Rumor across Grounds has it that the best dining hall in town is the most difficult to find. Searching for it is like embarking on a journey reminiscent of Frodo's odyssey without the tiny grey gremlin and adorably chubby sidekicks yearning for scones.
Where do you like it? On the floor, on the desk, on the back of your bedroom door? Unless you've been living without Facebook for the past month, you probably know that girls across the country are liking it in a lot of different places. The key to this apparently blatant sexual allusion is the missing word. As Melissa Bell from The Washington Post put it, "Women are posting where they like to keep their purses when they come home, but they conveniently leave out the word 'purse.'" But the reason for all this purse-stashing confusion affects a lot more than just Facebook statuses. October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, and it is celebrating its 25th anniversary this year.
The University is the third cleanest-shaven school of the 60 studied in a Septemeber Shick Hydro study.
Someone once told me to never walk alone. Yes, it was my mother, and yes, she meant all the time. She expects me to be with my sister at all times (because I usually am) and she expects me to be cautious because of what's been happening around here.
The Virginia men's rowing team competes against established collegiate crews - Princeton, Harvard, Brown.
Now that I'm living off Grounds, I have experienced a lot of what I like to call "adventures" with parallel parking.
Oh, the joy of sitting on a bus immersed in someone else's conversation. Not because you know this someone or because you are even halfway interested in what he has to say, but more for the fact that this person has an opinion and wants everyone within earshot to hear about it.
At the University, several arts and theater groups compete for limited performance space. Because the Culbreth and Helms Theatres are reserved for the drama department, student artists often find themselves in spaces that are far from ideal. One venue allows students to host arts events in a space some artists have found favorable compared to University venues.
We all do it. We stereotype, we judge, we say things like, "That's not very manly." There's nothing wrong with it.
Ghosts are real. I don't say this because "Paranormal Activity" caused me to lose sleep for three-and-a-half months - I'm so excited for the sequel because then I can pee my pants when anything moves at night - or because I have actually seen a ghost.
Out of the 14 students in fifth grade-teacher Debra Beale's last period class at Walker Elementary School, nine are from another country.
There's nothing quite like meeting University graduates in your own hometown. For some, this may be routine and normal, but for me, an impromptu run-in with a former Hoo is a welcome and unexpected rarity. My regular dentist happens to be an enthusiastic University alumnus.
"It's Friday! It's Friday!" My roommates and I cheer as the clock hand turns from 11:59 p.m. Thursday to midnight Friday.
At a Sept. 22 public forum about living wage, Newcomb Hall's South Meeting Room quieted as fourth-year College student Greg Casar read aloud a statement from an anonymous University employee. "The students don't really see," Casar read.
Going home always confuses me. I looked up definitions for "home" on dictionary.com to gain perspective.
The Corner is home to stores and food locations authentic only to Charlottesville, such as Finch and Bodo's Bagels.
A professor's worst nightmare - students logging into Facebook or online shopping during lecture. We see it everyday.