When I studied abroad this summer, I experienced a six-week period when sleep was my last priority.
Forget D-Day. Forget July fourth. Forget Valentine’s Day. The most epic day in history comes upon us in t-minus 10 days. Ladies and gentlemen, boy and girls: my 21st birthday is nearly here.
One of the most fear-inducing phrases in the collegiate English language is “midterm season.”It brings to mind images of getting kicked out of libraries at closing time and of syllabi you haven’t glanced at since week one.
Thousands of recent graduates will gather in the Amphitheatre Saturday night for a chance to recapture their college nights at the Corner and down Rugby Road. The party, also known as Young Alumni Reunions, is a part of the Young Alumni Council’s efforts to keep recent graduates coming back to Charlottesville and reconnecting with old friends.
While students don gameday buttons, smile at alumni, eat pancakes on the Lawn and cheer on the Hoos each year during Homecomings, a student organization is hard at work behind the scenes coordinating the weeklong activities: the official University of Virginia Homecomings Board.
I’ve said “boys suck” more times than I can count. Whether trying to ease the situation of a friend or making myself feel better, sighing and moaning the phrase always seems to do the trick.
Thus, all things considered, are those who fear romantic commitment really to be blamed for their apprehension? Or are we just reacting naturally to the objectively daunting circumstances monogamy presents?
I noticed so many little things in that short walk that I probably would have ignored on any other day. Most of the time when I walk home I try to multitask, reading emails, responding to texts or checking Facebook as I dodge the people walking by me. But by taking the time to look around and listen to the things happening beside me I was able to remember how many beautiful things there are going on at any given moment.
Austin and Virginia met at 7 p.m.
The Black Student Alliance kicks off Black Culture Week Monday. The annual series of events seeks to enhance and engage black culture through forums, lectures and poetry readings.
In the time I’ve been abroad, I’ve spent more time in airports than I ever have before.
To help lessen the eyesore of ongoing Rotunda construction, Art History Prof. William Wylie added pictures to the wall facing the Lawn. The pictures document the remaking of the Rotunda’s Corinthian capitals which are being crafted in Carrara, Italy.
Over fall break, I, like many of my classmates, took to my favorite relaxing activities in the comfort of my own home.
Sometimes a deep anthropological idea will hit me in the most unlikely places. Is “deep anthropological idea” a huge exaggeration?
Few people acknowledge the lethal potential of ice cubes.
Libertarians believe in individual choice. “More often than not, when people are given a choice, they make the right choice,” Teixeira said. So libertarianism favors the free market over government involvement.
The most bizarre part of our relationship is that with time, I’ve noticed the similarities growing even more. I am increasingly becoming her clone; just call me Dolly the sheep. With age, I am slowly morphing into a slightly taller version of my mother.
6:15—that’s when my bus was supposed to leave D.C.’s DuPont Circle en route to New York. Yet, here it was, 6:15, and I was hurriedly scampering up what must have been the longest metro escalator in all the District thinking it was already too late.
I was walking past the dumpling cart, freaking out about housing next year and how people sign leases fresh out of the womb, when I overheard a genius man ask a genius question: why isn’t there a burrito cart?Imagine, the joy of lining up in front of the almighty burrito truck, reveling in the glory that is a shiny, metal box.
“Oh, my gosh! We need to have a sleepover!”The dreaded suggestion elicited an inward cry of despair as everyone nodded in agreement.
