My reggae protégés
By Bayless Parsley | January 19, 2006In my utopian vision, everyone listens to reggae music. There's just something about it that you can't not love.
In my utopian vision, everyone listens to reggae music. There's just something about it that you can't not love.
This past Christmas, the inside of Memorial Gymnasium was transformed into the biggest Christmas party in Charlottesville for the sixth year in a row.
Greetings from the year 2006. Today marks the morning when everyone wakes up and thinks, "What? It's not 1:30 in the afternoon, why is my alarm -- Oh God no ... break is over." Yes, today symbolizes the end of half of a school year and the beginning of the part of 2006 when you do something other than channel surfing (or "Law & Order hunting," as it's referred to in the Cunningham household). Smack in the middle of break was a little holiday known as New Year's.
The following is an account of third-year College student Hannah Woolf's journey from her home in Maryland to Nantes, France, where she is studying abroad this semester.
I saw President Casteen at Alderman Café on Tuesday afternoon. His striking figure was unmistakable; his gait conveyed import.
A creatively designed curriculum may be able to bring diversity from the outside world to the students in the classroom, but some members of the University community have chosen to try this the other way around. By joining the Peace Corps, University graduate student Amanda Hildt and University alumna Tina Schuster chose to interact directly with unknown cultures. These are two of many University students who made the same decision.
President George W. Bush, in the recently updated report entitled the "National Strategy for Victory in Iraq," is redefining the policies concerning continued American intervention in Iraq. This 35-page document outlines Bush's plans for economic, political and military success in the region.
A favorite author of mine once wrote something along the lines of this: If a certain type of story has a moral to it, do not believe it. I had my column for this week written a month ago.
A favorite author of mine once wrote something along the lines of this: If a certain type of story has a moral to it, do not believe it. I had my column for this week written a month ago.
The end of Thanksgiving is the beginning of Christmas!* A classmate informed me that after Thanksgiving, her year went downhill.
'Tis the season to be jolly; 'tis the season of mistletoe and wreaths, snowball fights and sledding, delicious food and relaxation; but most importantly, 'tis the season for family. Some students spend a quiet holiday with immediate family, simply taking advantage of the time away from school and work to relax.
'Tis the season to be jolly; 'tis the season of mistletoe and wreaths, snowball fights and sledding, delicious food and relaxation; but most importantly, 'tis the season for family. Some students spend a quiet holiday with immediate family, simply taking advantage of the time away from school and work to relax.
Tomorrow marks the two-week anniversary of University student Michelle Collier's death. Given the outpourings of love and expressions of grief in Charlottesville during the 14 days following her passing, someone who didn't know Collier might suppose that she had been at the University for years.
The end of Thanksgiving is the beginning of Christmas!* A classmate informed me that after Thanksgiving, her year went downhill.
Are you a female between 5-foot-7 and 5-foot-11? Are you at least 18 years of age? And, most importantly, can you kick eye-high? If so, you may be eligible to audition for the world-famous Radio City Rockettes, renowned for their high kicks and precision dancing. Fourth-year Education student Ericka Whitaker is one of the privileged few who made it through the rigorous and highly competitive audition process to perform as a member of the legendary dance troupe. Whitaker, who has been dancing for 17 years, recalled seeing the Rockettes perform at Radio City Music Hall when she was just 6 years old, and the image never left her mind. "My parents took me to the show in New York at Radio City Music Hall, and I was just fascinated with the Rockettes," Whitaker said.
Are you a female between 5-foot-7 and 5-foot-11? Are you at least 18 years of age? And, most importantly, can you kick eye-high? If so, you may be eligible to audition for the world-famous Radio City Rockettes, renowned for their high kicks and precision dancing. Fourth-year Education student Ericka Whitaker is one of the privileged few who made it through the rigorous and highly competitive audition process to perform as a member of the legendary dance troupe. Whitaker, who has been dancing for 17 years, recalled seeing the Rockettes perform at Radio City Music Hall when she was just 6 years old, and the image never left her mind. "My parents took me to the show in New York at Radio City Music Hall, and I was just fascinated with the Rockettes," Whitaker said.
Tomorrow marks the two-week anniversary of University student Michelle Collier's death. Given the outpourings of love and expressions of grief in Charlottesville during the 14 days following her passing, someone who didn't know Collier might suppose that she had been at the University for years.
In the spirit of coming off of a full week of television vegetation, this morning I present toyou a vision I had at 3:15 a.m.
With the multitude of modern inventions such as iPods, Xboxes and portable DVD players, old-fashioned movie theaters have been losing popularity.
Happy belated Thanksgiving, loyal column readers! I hope your week-long break treated you spectacularly well and that life is treating you equally as well back in C-ville. Actually, I have no idea if I have any loyal readers.