Stake out a cubicle in Clem 1; once it’s vacated, put a fitted sheet over it for your very own blanket fort. Only allow entry if people know the password.
But along with third-year comes responsibilities like resumes, Handshake accounts, interviews and all those other things that are getting way too real and close to popping my blissful, college-protected bubble.
Allowing interruptions isn’t caring less about yourself or your plans — it’s caring more about what you see, hear and experience than you do about your control over your minute, hour, day or week.
“English…English…” he muttered, “But, you seem smart enough to be in math or science."
All my life, I have been the quiet girl that stands to the side of a crowded room.
Tavola prides itself in the fresh and from-scratch cooking style, and their excellent food sourcing provides them a culinary edge over the competition.
“I wound up doing the place kicking for the Virginia Silverbacks,” said Lynch.
A mother herself, McGruder said she feels a sort of responsibility for students.
I will change my name to Trixie and marry an elderly Texas billionaire for that deathbed dime.
I've settled into my groove, I can get away with reusing outfits and guessing which class I'm walking into.
By now, the drive to Charlottesville is an equation, but my time here has definitely not been formulaic.
These beginnings shaped me into the odd combination of Ted Mosby and Barney Stinson that I am today.
How long do I have to be “ex patria” before I can call myself an expat?
While very delicious, and certainly refreshing, it was not something that I could not more or less imitate at home.
Trying to avoid being shoved off the sidewalk by the oncoming tide of students is like completing an obstacle course.
It is a fun and festive atmosphere that brings locals together to enjoy the nature of Charlottesville.
Hosted by the Charlottesville Track Club, the race will start and finish at Foxfield and should include over 3,000 runners.
I don’t make laws. If I wait to act until I do, I will never be the change I wish to see in the world.
My own story as a minority at U.Va. and how the events of Aug. 11-12 affected all that.
Those scars, when strung together, were a narrative of my summertime explorations.
