So, it's that time of year once again. The lovely autumn season hosts brisk air, brilliant leaves and the best holidays.
Some say Kwanzaa; some choose Easter; but for me, the best holiday will always be Halloween. One of the things I may miss the most about college is that I probably won't be able to celebrate Halloween for nearly two weeks next year.
For all of the emphasis placed on the honor code here at the University, one might guess we would be less prone to stealing the traditions and trademarks of other schools. The Sea of Orange, implemented by Al Groh after he was hired as head coach in 2000, is one notable example.
People say when Richard Rorty was a professor of philosophy here in the '80s and '90s, the most frequently spoken phrase on Grounds was, "I disagree with Richard Rorty." The second-most common was, "I agree with Richard Rorty -- to an extent." These became the most frequently printed phrases in the self-consciously intellectual branches of the American press June 8, 2007 -- the New York Times, Slate, Salon.com, the like.
I've had an acorn squash sitting on my kitchen counter for a while. Although it has been taking up space, I've purposely been setting it aside to use after the supplies of late summer and early fall crops are exhausted.
Tapas: a delectable treat. They can be large, they can be small, but most certainly they are always delicious.
During the past few weeks, I have been delighted to receive wine questions in e-mails and from friends and passersby on Grounds.
It's October, and you know what that means. It's time for midterms, the inexplicable continuation of warm weather and too many people overlooking the MLB playoffs.
When I arrive at the gym, heads immediately turn. Maybe it's the fact that I always sport my custom-fitted Manotard, which is like a leotard, but without all that excess fabric, and is designed especially for men.
From South Africa to Charlottesville Chemistry Prof. Graeme Gerrans hails from South Africa. He began his undergraduate studies at Rhodes University in Grahamstown, South Africa, concentrating on chemistry as well as geology.
It's a Monday morning, and you're sitting in class waiting for the lecture to begin. For 50 minutes or so, you take notes, trying to take in what the professor is saying. But while you sit typing away in that crowded lecture hall listening several times a week to that person talk about existentialism or human anatomy, have you ever wondered how the person got to be where he or she is?
For many, college is a time full of hunting for the next free meal and waiting for the first of the month, when that monthly parental check will finally rescue your bank account from the depths of brokedom.
The summer between my freshman and sophomore years of high school, I worked as an operating room orderly at a hospital.
Faced with a ton of October birthdays, I've begun to ponder the concept of gift-giving in college.
Going home for fall break this weekend, I was confronted with a plethora of questions about school and adjusting to college life.
Amuse Bouche, a French noun meaning "a small bite before the meal begins" as well as "that which amuses the mouth," has another meaning at the University.
A bus stops on McCormick Road, and students board. One is reading a newspaper, some are talking animatedly on their cells and several look like they just sleepwalked out of an 8 a.m.
Man, I really want to get to my next class. I like going to class a lot. I can impress the people next to me with my crossword-solving abilities Monday and my jumble-solving abilities most other days!
I had a pet fish once. He was grumpy and boring. He swam around his bowl all day, probably reciting Plato or Aristotle to himself.
The first date, for many, can mean the difference between fireworks and the fate of a Thanksgiving turkey, between true love's first kiss and getting shot down by last semester's TA, between deodorant and Vaseline.
