Students in the Society for Awakening Souls do everything from read tarot cards to perform the Chinese meditation and martial arts practice chi gung when they come together for their weekly meetings. The group, founded in the fall by fourth-year Commerce Student Nick Lasky, aims to serve as a spiritual outlet and resource on Grounds.
Third year and grad student rate their date on the Corner 7, 8.5
Under my bed in Balz-Dobie is a small shoebox filled to capacity with notes, photographs and nostalgia.
As the impending semester loomed over my last few days of winter break, I found myself in a most uncommon predicament: evading the romantic proposition of a man at 10 p.m.
A beacon of renewal and rededication for many, New Years will always hold a special place in my heart as my least favorite pseudo-holiday.
Rest in peace, small forest. If only I could reverse the papermaking process. I could probably restore anywhere from 30 to 75 trees from the printed mementos in my childhood room alone.
A holiday letter to my future friends and frenemies.
Well folks, it’s that time of year again: “Juan-uary” is upon us. Yes, ABC’s “The Bachelor” is back, and this season promises drama, heartbreak and many more entertaining, excessive dates.
When it came to preparing for my semester abroad which will be occurring this spring, there seemed to be 300 steps before any of it began to make sense or seem real.
The entire concept of being a “slut” is trivial and outdated. Dating back to roughly 15th century English, the grotesque term has made its way from ink on a scroll of parchment to the 140 characters Twitter permits us to use as we seek to dazzle our friends and family with our insight and wit. And, unfortunately, the whole “slut” thing is still plaguing society in the very same ways it always has.
Sure, there’s something to be said about a mother’s home cooking and some alone time with your dog. But, between having to tell every single person I speak to that I’m not a sophomore (I’m a second-year!) and that a well-timed cheeseburger with a fried egg on top can in fact change your life, it’s hard not to miss the people who embrace these things with pride.
Four students with different talents and interests, second-year Medical student Cam Coleman, fourth-year Engineering student Kevin McVey, fourth-year Engineering student Lauren Dobry and second-year Medical student Sara James came together this past summer to redesign medical records – a project which recently culminated in national recognition. Though their work began as a research project, the students ultimately decided to enter a new competition sponsored by the American Medical Informatics Association, designed to encourage student teams to come up with new and improved ways to design medical records.
These two first-years both rated the date a mediocre 7. He couldn’t buy her dinner, because they decided to go to O’hill — that was their first mistake. Nothing romantic ever happens at O’hill.
Want to buy all this year’s hottest gifts for all your loved ones to show your unconditional love and appreciation? Forget it, we’re broke college kids. Check out this list, instead.
While most students leave Grounds after finals with neither the desire nor the emotional stability to return any time soon, those who choose to haul back early for January term reap the benefits of some of the most fascinating courses the University has to offer.
Though finals are just around the corner, holiday spirit is beginning to roam the air around Grounds.
I am the type of person that picks up her phone to call someone the moment I am left alone on my way to class or in my car.
It’s the Sunday after fall break, and I’m exhausted, hungry, and have a ton of work left that I procrastinated doing over the weekend.
Last week, feeling it was one of our last chances of the semester to be social, my friends and I decided to go out for one final hurrah. After performing the hour’s worth of rituals associated with getting ready to go out, we left our hall.
Almost as soon as I woke up Sunday morning to catch my flight back to Charlottesville, I felt the waves of a homework-induced headache descend over me.
