I’m the kind of person that needs to consult at least fifty other people before making a decision about anything.
Everyone always says you find yourself in college. That it’s these next few years that shape who you will be to a greater degree than any other experiences you’ve ever had.
The One Love Foundation, which was created to honor the memory of the late University student Yeardley Love, recently updated their mobile app to include a quiz which users can take to help them determine the level of danger, if any, in their own relationships. The Foundation was established in 2010 after Love, a fourth-year College student, was killed in a domestic violence dispute involving alcohol by her former boyfriend George Huguely.
Last week, I received a phone call of the utmost importance. “She’s my girlfriend! She’s my girlfriend!” my seven-year-old cousin exclaimed.
At the age of 20, I am officially an empty nester. After a year of literal sweat, tears and a few drops of paper-cut-induced blood, I am relinquishing my central U.Va.
Second-years exchange fart jokes and pick-up lines over pizza Downtown
The sun was shining on Friday afternoon as family and friends gathered in Garden IX for Sweets for Shelley: Alpha Phi’s First Annual Bake-Off, in honor of Shelley Goldsmith.
Brand new and, as of yet, little known, Students Helping Honduras has come to the University with a mission of education for Hondurans. After attending a national Students Helping Honduras (SHH) leadership workshop over the summer and training to open up a chapter, second-year Nursing student and current SHH president Nicole Burkhardt brought the nonprofit to U.Va.
Today I met a girl named Shannon in Old Cabell Hall. We did not speak. In fact, she didn’t even see me.
Maybe it’s just that I’m no longer confined to a dorm, but this semester I have noticed a dramatic increase in the number of dogs making their way around Charlottesville.
Fall break is a time for family. It’s a time for Halloween decorations and pumpkin lattes. It’s a time to shirk your studying duties in favor of “Sleepy Hollow” marathons and late night drives through the back roads of the hometown you secretly miss.
Since when have our parents been people? Seriously. Even though we’ve known, lived and interacted with them for as long as we remember, did we initially perceive our parents in relation to others?
Why is it so hard to stay fit in college? I pose the question rhetorically, because I know its answer.
Though Christmas claims the title of “best holiday” for many people, I cannot help but wonder if they have ever genuinely enjoyed my favorite day of the year in the way I have for the past 20 years.
Plato once said, “One of the penalties for refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors.” Having spent the past weeks trying to increase civic engagement and register students to vote, I’ve seen this quote moving toward becoming a reality.
Still in his undergraduate career at the University, fourth-year Commerce student Ajamu Kambon is already a successful author and entrepreneur.
It’s a chilly October night. A cold breeze chases my hallmates and me into O’Hill as we file in for a family dinner run.
I am a chronic eavesdropper. As a result, when I am trying to work I need extreme quiet. If I take a seat next to people who are talking, no matter how hard I try not to, I will end up learning their dog’s name, how drunk their roommate was last night and why they didn’t deserve to fail their test. I find myself constantly seeking out quiet environments where I can read in peace without failing to block out the noise around me.
A third year and a first year hit it off over some stellar Mexican food — kick it off quickly as friends.
Just 10 years ago, the idea for the annual Pancakes for Parkinson’s fundraiser emerged out of one University student’s admissions essay.
