1. Lily Pulitzer Try to resist it, but you can’t. No, it is not your Aristocrat-influenced eyes that are playing tricks on you- there really are six girls within ten-foot radius that are wearing the same dress.
The University’s March of Dimes collegiate council held its first “Survivor Field Day” last Friday, where students gathered on Nameless Field to compete for prizes with the ultimate aim of raising money to prevent premature birth.
Two first-years find they have little in common over dumplings and frozen yogurt
Last week, my excessively blunt friend commented on one of my recent Facebook posts saying, “You have a talent for making life look perfect.” The post she was referring to as “perfect” was a video I made of my recent spring break trip – created with professional software and set to overly sentimental music.
As my second year concludes, I find myself entering the final half of college and coming closer to the looming “real world.” Some find the leap from high school to college and the newfound freedom to be particularly jarring.
I am going into battle against my own university. Reason: two 10-minute presentations, three eight-page-plus papers and two upcoming final exams.
If I’ve learned anything from the two short decades I’ve spent on this planet, it’s not to trust nice people.
In an effort to bring her passion for China and Chinese culture to the University, second-year Commerce student Alicia Underhill, recently started a chapter of Project Pengyou — Chinese for “friend” — which develops networking opportunities for events, jobs and resources related to China.
You know that nice, triangular grassy patch where everyone picnics across the street from Bodo’s? Where Brooks Hall is?* It needs a name. The fact that I just had to use so many words to describe a place we go all the time is, if you ask any writer, English major or literary inclined person, an utter linguistic travesty.
I’m standing at the bus stop, scrolling through Instagram for the 10,000th time, waiting for the Inner Loop very impatiently.
To put it simply, talking about Greek life has already gotten painfully old. I’m someone who has always had qualms with the Greek system.
“Oh, you must be spoiled.” It’s a sentence I have heard frequently throughout my life. To most people, disclosing you are an only child is disclosing you are a brat.
Ashley Self was a junior in high school when her mother was diagnosed with brain cancer, beginning a battle with the disease which eventually claimed her life. Now a third-year nursing student, Self participates in Relay for Life to create a positive change in light of this tragedy.
Interesting conversation, delicious food and an uncertain romantic connection
The Organization of African Students (OAS) is finalizing details for the Africa Day show to be held on April 16th 2014 in Newcomb Ballroom.
The Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program allows families with lower incomes to shop at the Charlottesville Farmer’s Market for fresh fruits, vegetables and local meats.
This past weekend’s Tom Tom Founders Festival featured 170 hours of free arts and musical events to celebrate the Charlottesville community.
120 polished and confident girls with shiny Pantene hair and clear smiles stare at me. I don’t recognize most of them, but they form a mass of perfection, of poise.
Walking to class the other day, I noticed a familiar looking man headed in my direction. Appearing to be in his 50s or so, he continued to approach me until he was close enough for me to confirm I did indeed recognize him.
As a child, dreams were like a game for me. I would wake up and immediately try to tell someone in the house what happened, only to find 30 seconds into my description that I was making up nonsense due to my lack of memory.
