While this semester has been a trying one—one that has made me question many things—I am leaving it behind with a real appreciation for the fortitude of our student body. We are not passive. We are all connected by a desire to make a difference, to do what is right and to support our fellow Hoos.
I’ve been in Italy for the events surrounding the tragedy of Hannah Graham’s disappearance, the Rolling Stone article and the backlash that ensued. The discussions, the somber camaraderie, the “this is not right and we need to do something,” the desperation and helplessness.
First of all, there’s the dreaded Questioner. As soon as you’re through the door, the questions begin. How’s school going?
The University is going through a trying time. Problems are rampant right now, be they big or small, near or far.
1. Sing Christmas carols What better way to showcase your holiday spirit than by filling the air with your beautiful singing voice?
Second-year College students Juliet Patarek and Talia Greenberg organized a tailgate on the Lawn last Saturday to celebrate the launch of the University chapter of Spoon University. “Students have to realize that food is very important,” Patarek said.
After being sexually assaulted in October of 2011, Forrest faced the real life implications and personal effects of collegiate rape culture in silence. Over a year later, Forrest decided to speak up and share her story.
The “bystander effect” refers to the human tendency to assume someone else is going to intervene in a situation when there is a large group around.
For my high school newspaper, I once wrote a column about how soccer moms with stickers like “my dog is smarter than your honor student” are ruining America.
On Thursday morning, I scalded my entire right hand in the middle of Clark Hall by trying to pick up a Greenberrys cup with a loose lid.
As an out-of-state student with no previous ties to the University, these past few months have left me feeling, at times, like I am looking in from the outside. In the wake of this most recent tragedy, I am completely unsure how to respond.
Nicki and Katelyn meet up for coffee on a chilly Thursday evening.
Throughout first semester, first-year Engineering student Erin Murphy has balanced adjusting to a new social environment and the challenges of higher level classes with daily practices for regional, national and global Irish dancing competitions. Murphy, who was influenced by her dad’s side of the family, began Irish dancing at the age of five and has continued for 13 years. “My dad’s side of the family is really Irish, so when my dad was a kid, all my aunts Irish danced,” Murphy said.
![“I like [cooking] because you see the difference you are making,” Glista said. “I worked in soup kitchens before, and cooking lets you see your results immediately.”](https://snworksceo.imgix.net/cav/55c05593-f983-427b-a5eb-9612d1c6bafd.sized-1000x1000.jpg?w=1000&ar=4%3A3&fit=crop&crop=faces&facepad=3&auto=format)
The U.Va. chapter of Campus Kitchen held Turkeypalooza - an annual event that provides Thanksgiving meals to low-income families in the Charlottesville community - this past weekend. Campus Kitchen collaborated with community partners including Hope House, Emergency Food Bank and Love Link, who picked up the food prepared by the CIO on Friday at the St.
Through a program called the Thanksgiving Meal Match, The Lorna Sundberg International Center offers international students who can’t make the trip home for the holiday the opportunity to experience Thanksgiving with a Charlottesville family. The Thanksgiving Meal Match has been a University tradition since 1983.
Several weeks ago, I wrote a column musing about how to shop for men after a botched attempt to please my housemate with a bacon bowl.
At dinner with friends the other night, I posed the question, "If you could only pick one issue to address for the rest of your life, what would it be?" The responses ranged across continents and species.
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.
