Macro and Micro. They're not just words you learned (albeit painfully) in your econ class. They are terms that can be used to describe both local and global movements in fashion.
As we grow older, we find that the summer is no longer just a time for tee-ball and swim team, for ice cream and vacations.
The loss of someone we love is always difficult to deal with, especially when that person was still on the verge of realizing his potential. The University sustained two such losses in June, one a recent alumnus and one a current student.
As every incoming first-year student currently making their first stay on Grounds knows, one of the main reasons to attend the University is its distinguished faculty and the access undergraduate students have to it. That access will be demonstrated today as Kathryn Thornton, former astronaut and professor in both the Engineering School's division of technology, culture and communication and its department of mechanical and aerospace engineering, has lunch with students as part of University Program Council's Picnic with Professors series. The goal of the series, according to the Student Activities Calendar Web site, is to bring students and faculty together in an informal setting. Thornton is also an alumna of the University, graduating with a Ph.D.
As luck would have it, 90 percent of my friends are in Europe indulging in cultural benefits such as excessive binging and yelling at people that don't understand the American dialect, the elegance of which is improved greatly after three or four shots of absinthe in Prague.
HUMAYUN KHAN People who knew 2000 College graduate Humayun Khan through the Army say his heroic death is in line with his theory of service. Captain Khan was killed in Iraq on June 8 when Jordanian suicide bombers detonated a car bomb in front of the forward supply base where Khan was stationed. Khan was welcoming Iraqi workers to the base in the morning when he noticed a suspicious car approaching.
JOHN STEVE CATILO Two instructors who worked with fourth-year College student John Steve Catilo in Myo Sim Kendo said he was not only one of their most talented martial arts students, but also one of the most amazing people they knew. Catilo drowned June 25 while coaching novice rowers in Alexandria, Va. His work coaching crew was one of many service activities he was dedicated to. Christian DeBaun, a Kendo instructor who worked with Catilo in Charlottesville, said he had known Catilo since his first year. "He was one of my favorite people in the universe," DeBaun said.
Instead of drinking yourself into oblivion every night and waking up at the crack of 2 a.m. to chug water and vitamin supplements, you stay home and try to read a book or watch a movie but end up falling asleep by about 9:30.
It's summer, and you haven't left your house in days (unless going outside to the pool in your backyard or neighborhood counts). You've been living in boxers and a worn-in t-shirt that you got freshman year after joining the soccer team.
There are any number of reasons to stay in Charlottesville this summer. Summer classes. Summer jobs.
The school year is about to end. Tempted by the weather and the wish to procrastinate, you hop into your car, roll down the windows and head toward Grounds to cruise for a little bit.
There's nothing quite like a leisurely Sunday Brunch. A relaxed pace. A gorgeous spring morning burning the dew away on the golf course outside.
Creatures of habit. This expression may describe humans in general, but perhaps not the average University student. "I feel like in college you can't really get stuck on routines because no night is the same," third-year Engineering student Mary Sunny McCoy said.
In approximately 15 days (but who's counting?), hundreds of University students will head to the beach to celebrate the end of classes and the opening of another summer of craziness.
At summer orientation, incoming first-year students are told that it's not necessary to have a car on Grounds.
On a recent flight overseas, I opened a copy of the International Herald Tribune to find the "World's Most Traveled Man" grinning at me with a chiclet smile.
Wow. The final Smitty column. Doesn't get much weirder than knowing I'll be graduating in less than a month. To start this week, we'll delve into the world of Smitty: ASmitty97: I've lost my d key on the keyboar Fletch9s: bummer Fletch9s: how is that possible Fletch9s: did someone come by and pluck it off ASmitty97: It's really annoying ASmitty97: I have the d on my clipboar ASmitty97: d ASmitty97: so all I have to do is hit ctrl V and I can paste a d Fletch9s: hahahaahahaha Fletch9s: that's funny ASmitty97: yeah ASmitty97: it's annoying as hell Fletch9s: it's gotta be ASmitty97: I've been trying to fashion some makeshift key out of silly putty or something similar. Fletch9s: why can't you move, like the scroll lock key over there Fletch9s: or something Fletch9s: or f12 ASmitty97: dude ASmitty97: you're a genius ASmitty97: Dammit all, how did I not think of that?
This column is dedicated to the memory of the Chang House. Imagine yourself on a saki bomb river with tangerine sauce and flying shrimp skies. Four years, $100,000 later, and at last, my dissertation: "The Existential Ephemeral Essence of the Quintessential Epitome of the University Experience." Today I woke up and acknowledged the reality of the world we live in -- a world where I must face a relentless stream of e-mails trying to sell me male enhancement drugs.
