For most college students, coffee is essential. Through the drudgery of an 8 a.m.
Riley and Madison met on the Rotunda steps at 1:45 p.m. on Friday and went to Roots on the Corner.
As I pushed aside the shower curtain and stepped under the running shower head, I suddenly became hyper aware of how slimy the floor of the showering area felt under my feet.
This past weekend, my best friend came to visit me at U.Va. for the first time since we both left for college, moving out of houses just a few doors down from each other.
The other day I was walking to class when I passed by an old friend from my first year dorm. I went to wave and say hello, but his eyes quickly darted down before I was able to initiate anything.
For most of the 15,669 undergraduate students at the University, November 8 presented the first opportunity to vote in a Presidential election.
So far in my college career, my main motivation for doing anything has been food of the non-dining hall assortment.
Halloween was one of my favorite holidays as a child. I loved going to Party City to pick out a costume and putting up Halloween decorations around my house and in my yard.
Nothing about how I live my life, right now, suggests that I am a grown-up.
I wasn’t surprised by my mom's first question — “Is there a place to get warm homemade apple cider?”
For many reasons, this election has been one of the most contentious in American history and several minority populations have found themselves at the forefront of political discourse.
Last week, members of the Disability Council, a subcommittee of the Office of Diversity and Equity’s Diversity council within Student Council held Disability Acceptance Week.
With the arrival of November, the weather is cooling down but the political climate is reaching a boil.
As the Obamas wrap up their time in the White House, First Lady Michelle Obama intends to leave a lasting legacy on the property through her “Let’s Move” initiative with a revival of the White House Kitchen garden.
Caelan and Jasmine met on Saturday at 1 p.m. and went to Mellow Mushroom on the Corner.
1. The glitter bomb Nothing is more distracting and obnoxious than glitter. It gets everywhere.
It wasn’t until coming to college that I could finally muster the courage to say it. Years of teenage angst which entail the typical phases of moodiness and unwarranted sass beginning in middle school forestalled this great discovery.
The summer before first year, when the time came to fill out the on-Grounds housing survey, I opted to go the random roommate route.
I’m not sure where exactly it started to go wrong, but nevertheless, it was one of those days when you wake up thinking you’re actually pretty ahead of the game — and then by noon, you realize you can’t recall the last time you were so overwhelmed.
The first time I ever visited the Lawn was during Days on the Lawn, and it was a cursory, hectic show put on to tip the wavering student over the edge and finally commit to their home away from home for the next four years.
