Vadim Elenev: I think internationalization, it
What's on your University "bucket list?" Securing a job, winning the Gusburger challenge and streaking the Lawn are only a few of the lofty goals some students at the University hope to accomplish before they graduate.
The funny thing about college newspaper writers is that we are unceremoniously fired after four years of dedicated service, no matter how magnificent the prose, no matter how hard-hitting the journalistic prowess.
This is my last column after two years of writing for The Cavalier Daily, and, therefore, it carries the onerous burden of being the best article ever, for as comedians and weight-lifters say, you should always end strong.
Step It Up should not be mistaken for a dance team. The organization is dedicated to stepping, an art form that, according to second-year Engineering student Rochelle Upshur, moves beyond conventional forms of dance. "Step It Up uses stomping, clapping and creating beats to tell a story," said second-year College student Ally Baxter, another member of the organization. Step It Up is the only non-Greek associated step team on Grounds and was founded four years ago. "Step It Up's sole mission is to celebrate the art of stepping through teaching and learning routines," Upshur said. Members of Step It Up gather at Slaughter Recreation Center Mondays and North Grounds Recreation Center Wednesdays to work on step routines and learn new choreography.
James Matthew Barrie must be one of the luckiest men ever. He was a celebrated writer in life and in death and a member of the British Empire's Order of Merit to boot.
For a good portion of you fine readers, summertime is full of sunburns, seedless watermelon, air conditioning, adjusting to life with the parentals again and internships.
Now this was tofu -- spongy, slippery, brown-speckled gray, oozing juices and reeking so badly you couldn't hold it 12 inches from your face.
It's late April again. Finals are starting in a few weeks, temperatures are rising and The Cavalier Daily is getting ready to stop production until next semester.
Genocide. According to Justin Holcomb, University sociology and religious studies lecturer, it is a loaded word.
Another year, another however-many-pools-you-were-in-times-10-bucks poorer. March Madness has come and gone.
Feb. 26 marked the official opening of the Svalbard Global Seed Vault, although this celebration was not anything akin to, say, the festivities of Disney World's 35th anniversary: visitors did not flock to this building, nestled into the side of a sandstone mountain on a remote island in arctic Norway.
On a warm Saturday night, I wandered along the strip of the Downtown Mall with a couple hundred other people who unfortunately had the same plan for their evening.
Geyser Peak Merlot (2004) California Price: 15.99 Grade: A- To rate a Merlot from California and not mention the movie "Sideways" would be blasphemy.
As I stare at my blank page, it seems impossible to encapsulate college in a final column. I went from being a moody teenager -- who admittedly didn't really want to go here -- to a hopefully wiser 20-something with Wahoo spirit to spare. Would it be a cliché to say these have been the best four years of my life?
Fourth-year College student Melanie Leinbach took the stage last Thursday in Old Cabell Hall to give a soprano voice recital as part of her distinguished majors program in music.
Shane Valero is basically the coolest first-year you'll ever meet. A man of few words -- or at least, few correctly spelled words -- Shane came to the University with many laurels already attached to his name.
Whenever I look back on my four years at this University, with the friendships, tests, laughter, hardships and endless assortment of new experiences, I always end up thinking about a maturing, life-changing incident that occurred during my first year: My friend dropped a gallon of milk off the third floor of our Alderman dorm, while another friend stood on the ground in an attempt to catch it gracefully.
If you've ever suffered through a dull class here on Grounds, chances are at some point or another you've picked up a crossword puzzle to help pass those monotonous 50 minutes.
Dating in college is a big deal. Not the kind of big deal that involves corny T-shirts proclaiming some sort of importance for clubs, organizations, dorm rooms or what have you, but the kind of big deal that takes up boatloads of time and countless hours of trying to figure out where exactly you started from, where you are and, better yet, where in the world you are headed.
