Gotta have my java
By Marissa D'Orazio | December 5, 2007"Girl, I just gotta have my java!" This is what Gail, the manager of the restaurant-café that has since closed, would shout at me.
"Girl, I just gotta have my java!" This is what Gail, the manager of the restaurant-café that has since closed, would shout at me.
Going on strike is a hobby here in France -- and they're at it again. I think it may have something to do with a lack of interesting television programming.
I experienced a picturesque holiday moment the other day. The sky was gray. A crisp breeze was blowing through the oak trees.
Nearly 800 business suit-clad high schoolers descended onto Grounds the weekend of Nov. 16. Though this was all many University students saw of the the International Relations Organization's annual Virginia Model United Nations conference, behind the scenes, 16 committee chairs and vice chairs, four staff directors, seven crisis directors, 30 staff members and a secretariat of seven people had worked hard throughout the past year to make the event a success. Participants debated issues ranging from arms deals in South Africa to the Iranian nuclear program, toured the University, wrote working papers, voted on resolutions and attended a dance during their time on Grounds. Third-year College student Charlotte Slaiman was this year's secretary-general of VAMUN, placing her in charge of the entire conference. "It's a huge undertaking," she said, citing the presence of hundreds of high school students, all accompanied by adults, along with a significant staff of University students.
I should never be allowed to speak to adults. Oh sure, I'm technically an adult, but until I stop quoting Nickelodeon cartoons in research papers, I will continue to view myself as a non-adult.
Everyone knows the University draws some of the best and brightest students from across the country, and many alumni go on to achieve great things.
Welcome to a special holiday edition of Wild Kingdom presented by Mutual of Omaha. This week, we spotlight a low life form at the University of Virginia.
Friday 11-30 Safe Space Training Kaleidoscope Room from 3 to 5 p.m. A workshop for volunteers who want to join a network of allies for LGBT students. Japanese Biwa Performance Minor 125 from 3 to 4:30 p.m. Rocky Horror Picture Show Newcomb Theater at midnight Cinematheque's second annual showing of the cult film.
Most University alumni remember their alma mater as a place to study, party and meet friends, but for some, the University also brings to mind memories of white dresses and wedding bells.
In the Jones family household we celebrate the holiday season by exchanging Christmas gifts. But whatever your holiday preference/tradition/celebration, I believe you will be able to relate to the gift giving experiences I am about to convey. Gifts come in several different categories, ranging from the extremely thoughtful and sentimental to the awkward and laughable. An awkward gift is one that, after you have opened it, you wish you could hit a rewind button and never show up at the party.
Just punch a professor; that's all you've got do to. A young one, ideally -- an "assistant" or "associate," someone who just got here and doesn't know the streets.
Boys and girls walk into pregnancy clinics together. Some leave in tears, some in relief and some in greater confusion than before.
The 3 1/2 weeks between Thanksgiving and Winter Break have the potential to be the most wretched time of year.
During the past few weeks, I have been delighted to receive wine questions from friends, avid readers and passers-by.
I've always subscribed to the theory that, for lack of a more academic description, things are cyclic in life.
By Steve Austin Cavalier Daily Associate Editor As exams approach, students collectively wonder where the semester has gone.
Fashion has always intrigued me in the same way an alien is indubitably intrigued by the Canadians' strange way of adding 'ay' to every word, even to words like 'Friday(ay),' 'mayday(ay)' and 'whoops-I-just-fell-off-a-cliff(ay).' This ends up sounding fairly ridiculous, especially to the aliens, who, in general, think our language sounds like one long burp.
Michael Van Den Bossche answers the door of 1900 Jefferson Park Avenue, an acoustic guitar slung across his chest.
The controversy over the "not gay" chant during the "Good Ol' Song" at football games has assumed a life of its own.
For as long as televisions have been a common appliance in American homes, there have been game shows.