I realized the stigma of living on Alderman Road early in my first semester when a friend observed, "Oh -- you live in 'New Dorm.'" Au contraire, my confused friend.
Philanthropic events are great, but sometimes it's hard to get students to take time out of their schedules to help others less fortunate.
In about a month and a half, I'm turning 20, which is perhaps the most useless birthday ever (besides 22, after which your whole life goes downhill). I'm not a big fan of birthdays, or parties celebrating birthdays for that matter.
When I arrived at U.Va., everyone was curious to know where I was from and when and how I got here, as if I was some strange being that magically appeared at the University.
Yesterday, The Cavalier Daily reported that for its latest efforts to identify problems in off-Grounds housing, the University's "Housing Policy Task Force" received a favorable commendation from the Charlottesville City Council.
Editor's Note: The following perspective was written by a first-year Peruvian University student who asked to remain anonymous because of her pending legal status. I thought of dreams as always being possible to realize, that no matter how many obstacles you have to confront, if you persist, you will achieve your goals.
A dozen buzzing ele-mentary schoolers nudge each other, edge in and crowd around a black-ink drawing displayed in the University Art Museum.
Run a Google search on "Edwin A. Alderman" and the first Web site that appears is the homepage of Edwin A.
Last Friday, the act of walking took on a new meaning for the participants in the University's annual Relay for Life event.
Michael Jackson once sang, "A-B-C, it's easy as 1-2-3..." If only the lyric applied to three other little letters --
If you have ever bitten into a Littlejohn's Wild Turkey Sub late on a Friday night after going out, then you know what I'm talking about. If you have ever been in Scott Stadium on a September afternoon, wearing an orange tie on your head screaming the "Good Ol' Song" at the top of your lungs, then you probably understand. If you know what it feels like to drop your drawers and feel the sweet caress of the autumn air on your bare bottom as you fly toward the statue of Homer, then I think you may have an idea. If you've walked through a warm August thunderstorm in Virginia without an umbrella and looked at the sky; if you've ever driven out to the Shenandoah to look at the stars with your friends; if you've ever worn shorts to class in February, then you've probably said it before: "Thank God I'm a Wahoo." If you insist on calling freshmen at other schools "first years" because you know it sounds cooler; if you've ever roadtripped to UPenn with friends and repeatedly shouted WahooWa in the middle of their campus; if you've ever been to New England in January, then you definitely get the picture. If you've ever left Clemons at four in the morning after finishing a paper to find the streets empty and the night clear, or spent an entire day in Alderman Café without getting anything done because you've been talking with friends. If you've ever spent the afternoon reading a book in one of the Gardens; if you've driven down University Avenue playing Jefferson Starship as loud as your car's stereo will go, then you know what I mean when I say: "Thank God I'm a Wahoo." And maybe you're not involved in 8,000 different organizations.
Each week, the Cavalier Daily asks a student 25 questions and allows him or her to eliminate five of them.
My family and I migrated to the United States in 1995 for the same reason most other people do: My parents sought a better future for us.
The weekend: It is the long-awaited break from classes and a chance to unwind from the stress that college life tends to pile on in mountainous heaps.
As I may have mentioned once or twice in the course of this year, I have not had a lot of exposure to life outside the Southeast.
On a typical sunny April day at the University, people can be seen strolling around Grounds, lounging on the Lawn and ... golfing? Chi Omega sorority provided students with the opportunity to do just that on Saturday as they hosted Golf on Grounds.
"If you could eat dinner with three people, dead or alive, excluding Jesus Christ and family members, who would you pick?" That was the question my dad, a University alumnus, posed to every single Houston-area Jefferson Scholar nominee that he interviewed at our house for as far back as I can remember. It's been a while, but I think I can still give you a rough sketch of the answers I heard most: Thomas Jefferson (the suck-ups who said that one never made it to the second round), Winston Churchill, Aristotle, Michael Jordan, Christopher Columbus, "the first man" (how are you going to talk to that guy?), etc. If you don't know any Jeff Scholars, trust me on this: They are legit.
A trip to the United States isn't as easy as flying down to Cancun or traveling to Europe. When visas are hard or impossible to obtain, immigrants will find other means to battle for survival and for a better future. Hardships across the border The first "border crossing" story in my family comes from my father and two uncles, who entered the United States through the Mexican border.
With "diversity" a buzzword at the University, it may seem that most students are well-versed on the different experiences of their peers.
Last Friday, third-year Commerce student Tyler Cain won $500 by speaking for a total of three minutes. "I am here to propose my product, a low-cost, prepaid cab service," Cain told his audience of would-be investors in his first presentation. Ninety seconds later, he was greeted with a round of applause. Cain, however, had no prepaid taxis to offer.
