The first fraternity I ever went to at U.Va. was Phi Kappa Psi. Two guys from my high school were newly initiated brothers, and a phone call placed by a friend earlier that evening allowed us to circumvent the crowd swarming the doorway.
My grandmother is one of the most beautiful women I know. She spends her days pouring herself into her community with so much energy and joy, preparing meals for people who are sick, coordinating holiday toy and clothing drives and heading a monthly senior luncheon at her church.
I’ve always wondered what reaction I’d be met with if I offered to pay for a guy’s drink at a bar. It’s become a well developed and heavily romanticized image in my head.
A wise upperclassman once told me not to worry about taking the intro level classes because the higher levels are much more interesting and engaging.
Saturday marked the beginning of International Education Week, a nationwide initiative begun by the US Department of State and the US Department of Education in 2000.
The University chapter of Oxfam America hosted its first annual hunger banquet Wednesday to increase awareness of global hunger and poverty.
Fourth-year Matt and second-year Hannah meet up for coffee on a brisk fall morning.
The Spice Girls were prematurely on to something with their song “Spice Up Your Life.” Sure, maybe they were talking about adding some pep into their dance parties, but roll with my creative liberty here. Pretend they were talking about the ginger-nutmeg-cinnamon-allspice combo — almost as hot as Victoria Beckham herself — and shaking said combo to the left.
It’s at least an hour too early in the morning and my calculus professor is explaining three-dimensional functions in a calming, rhythmic voice.
Two weeks ago, driving in the car with my friend, I realized just how lucky I am to currently be in college.
There is a certain mystery to an unfamiliar package. Yesterday, I purchase I made three years ago on Kickstarter arrived on my doorstep.
I’m an English person—always have been, always will be. Perhaps that makes me biased, but I believe that there are benefits to be reaped from reading solely for pleasure.
As friends begin to receive offers and chatter circulates around interviews and applications, I’ve begun to feel the pressure mounting. Still, I’ve managed to avoid putting pen to paper and writing my first cover letter.
I have slowly and subconsciously made sure that images of owls surround me at all times. Whenever I need to set an image icon or site key it is an owl.
There are two types of spenders: the Mr. Krabs and the Squanderer. The Mr. Krabs is distinguished by chronic neck and back pain due to a lumpy mattress stuffed with oodles and oodles of cash.
As a relatively young driver and avid street crosser, getting honked at is a common occurrence.
While I did not enjoy much about the college road trips that peppered the last two years of my high school experience, I was at least sure of one thing: every time I folded myself into the back seat of my parent’s car and took off towards another campus tour, I would be return with a new piece of college paraphernalia.
Just as important as the resume in the job or internship application process is the cover letter, which allows applicants to present themselves as a good candidate for a specific position.
Since its start in 1976, the University Internship Programs has provided students with the unique opportunity to combine the professional sphere with classroom learning under the guidance of professors.
At University Career Services—in a building by Scott Stadium which many students, especially first-years, struggle to find—there are friendly faces willing to provide the resources necessary in the job hunt.
