I think it’s pretty clear, at least to Virginia fans, that March is the cruelest month. College basketball — college being the operative word here — is my favorite team sport, and March brings an overwhelming amount of meaningful games in rapid succession.
Re-adjusting the collar of her quarter-zip and taming the flyaways of second-day hair, my friend stared at her reflection with a look of mild disgust. “Ugh, I look so homeless,” she lamented.
When I tell people I’m from New York, they assume I mean Manhattan. Actually, I think some of them picture me rocking an edgy outfit in Time Square, hailing a taxi whilst yelling into my cell phone.
Although race has long been on people’s radars, it has been a hushed topic of conversation at the University for several years.
When I visited home this past weekend, I spent time examining the trophies lining my bedroom shelves from various sports and hobbies of my past — dusty, neglected and forgotten.
If we separate, we ultimately perpetuate the very tension we hate. Of course we have the right to be upset, but what if we channeled our resentment into growth?
I spent spring break working on a Habitat for Humanity house in Ohio through a program called Catholic Student Ministry.
Although I’m my own harshest critic, I’m encouraged by the knowledge that I’ll probably turn out quite like my mom. Her simple mom-isms are generally enough to talk me down from any self-constructed catastrophe.
Students in COMM 4693 — “The Business of Saving Nature” — traveled to Costa Rica to explore sustainable business practices.
To raise money for childhood cancer research through the St. Baldrick’s Foundation, 75 volunteers shaved their heads Thursday night at the Biltmore and raised a total of $42,571.
Alpha Phi Alpha was the first black fraternity this spring to celebrate its new members in a neophyte presentation last week.
Gabby engages Ryan in conversation despite the distractions of the basketball game
Whenever the weather warms in Charlottesville, a mysterious positive energy seems to radiate from Grounds and hum within the veins of University students. Hibernation has come to an end and sunshine marks a new chapter in our vaguely repetitive student lives.
Although spring break just ended, allow me to time travel momentarily back into the cold, merciless weeks that were winter break.
Manhattan — the city to end all cities. It’s relentlessly fast-paced, its size is almost overwhelming, and its buildings are under constant construction. New York isn’t a city for everybody, but it’s the city for me.
I did not join hundreds of my fellow students in the amphitheater Wednesday evening, but now I wish I had.
More than 50 undergraduate students were recently awarded the Jefferson Public Citizens grant, which provides funds for students to undertake a public service project during the 2015 to 2016 school year.
The decision to deviate from the common path is hard, especially for teenagers just out of high school.
Alderman can be a dismal place — a result of poor lighting and the fact that the library is where you go in your darkest hours.
As we grow older, we learn that people lie. Compulsive lies, bold-faced lies, white lies — the spectrum is broad and used by many, even our parents.
