As an Asian-American, I can’t pretend to know what it’s like to be followed around by store employees, have my intelligence underestimated or be unjustly attacked by law enforcement officers because of my skin color.
During a recent phone call, one of my old friends mentioned his pledge brothers had taken to calling him by his initials.
![This week's Love Connection is sponsored by Café Caturra ChrisYear: ThirdSchool: Curry Major: Secondary Education Social Studies U.Va. Involvement: Club Cross Country, Beta and Greek IVHometown: RichmondIdeal Date: Athletic, brunette, under six feetIdeal Date Activity: Dinner and ice skatingDeal breakers? Quiet, shy Describe a typical weekend: Recounting [my] days as a high school theatre major, running a lot, going to bars and Facebook stalking people back to seventh grade. Hobbies: Running, running some more. Did I mention running? Crafting in Curry. What makes you a good catch? I'm the type of guy who will cover you with a blanket on the couch if you fall asleep!What makes you a less-than-perfect catch? I'll probably accidentally take your blanket if I get cold. What's your favorite pick-up line? "Are you a magician? Because when I look at you, everyone else disappears." Describe yourself in one sentence: I'd rather people be afraid of how much they love me.](https://snworksceo.imgix.net/cav/db42838a-2b74-4505-91ad-41a560af27e1.sized-1000x1000.jpg?w=1000&ar=4%3A3&fit=crop&crop=faces&facepad=3&auto=format)
Chris and Maripaz met at the Rotunda at 7:00 p.m. and went to Café Caturra on the Corner.
Last week, Grounds was filled with events exploring what it means to be human as part of the University’s annual Humanities Week.
Relay For Life garnered the participation of over 1,800 student volunteers Friday night through its partnership with Madison House.
The 2015 Tom Tom Founders Festival will take place April 13-19 in Downtown Charlottesville.
Fight the Stigma — a mental health awareness week organized by Second Year Council — took place from April 6th to April 10th and aimed to rework preconceived notions surrounding mental health at the University.
Being a third year sucks. Don’t get me wrong, I love how much I have matured, I love having a solid group of friends and I love taking on leadership roles in extracurriculars.
On a more serious note, it’s about time someone discredited a few of the common myths associated with running.
This weekend marks a milestone for me — I’m finally turning 21, and I’ve tried to hold off on drinking until my 21st birthday.
When I think of words to live by, I think of quotes printed under senior pictures in high school yearbooks — proverbs, inspirational song lyrics and cliché expressions alike.
I recently heard it’s considered unprofessional to end a sentence with an exclamation point. I find this outrageous!
Joe and Grace met at 7 p.m. at the Rotunda and went to Jump Cville. Joe: [I applied for Love Connection because] I thought the idea of it was entertaining and was excited to go on it. Grace: I was so excited to find out I was chosen.
Third-year Nursing student Nicole Burkhardt has traveled to Villa Soleada and Nuevo Blanco to build houses the past two years through Students Helping Honduras (SHH) — an organization which aims to end poverty through education and empowerment.
When we think of our worst fears as college students, pop quizzes and 8 a.m. classes are most likely to come to mind immediately — not rejection.
Molly Schwartzburg, curator for the Albert & Shirley Small Special Collections Library presented “Collecting in the Golden Age of the Book” Thursday, a lecture examining her efforts as a curator to document the integration of the digital age into the realm of published works.
I’ve always considered myself adventurous, but there have been times I was faced with a risky option and made the safe choice.
Sitting on the Lawn today, I joined legions of slackliners, girls in sundresses and boys reminiscent of Easter eggs.
Last week, after a long and exhausting day, my roommate and I settled down on the couch for a relaxing evening of TV.
Friends and strangers alike seem to always have an endless supply of stories about romantic “things” that “just ended” for “no reason.” I’ve heard countless stories of somethings that one day were all cloudless, sunny skies, and were downpouring with unexpected bouts of (purple) rain the next.
