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.
1. Candy Corn It’s impossible to think about Halloween without thinking about candy corn. I feel like it’s one of those things you can only buy in bulk — want a small bag?
When third-year College student Rachel Schwartz began her internship at the International Institute for Counter-Terrorism, she had no idea her summer would lead to world-renowned terrorism experts reading her research. After about a month of research, the Institute took very special interest in Schwartz’s research — ultimately publishing her final thesis, “Case Study: Syria’s Chemical and Biological Weapons Program and the Use of These Weapons in the Syrian Civil War Today.” “I was just awestruck,” Schwartz said.
Walking over from 15th St., we trundled over the train tracks, tipsy and giddy in Thursday night laughter, and cowboy-themed attire.
I find myself somewhat rubbed the wrong way when people give too much weight to the undergraduate major someone else is pursuing.
With the exhausting supply of fantasy football statistics proving ineffective in fueling my procrastination, I decided to check if Lou had posted the spring semester’s List, and proceeded to browse the course options for the next hour.
Most students spend their weekdays sitting in a classroom, listening to lectures or discussing readings for several hours with scattered CIO activity in between.
Every morning, my mom swishes her slippers across the floor, wearing the flannel bathrobe that is half of a matching set, given to her and my father as a wedding gift.
Charlottesville has never been a stranger to the libation scene. Thomas Jefferson set the standard with his love for elaborate parties and wine, and not much has changed in the past 200 years in that regard.
Out of the long list of things I feel like you’re supposed to have learned how to do by the time you’re out of college — including organizing your bedroom, paying bills, managing time and balancing work wisely — I still have yet to learn how to cook.
Calculus lecture. Friday, 10 a.m. – I’m trying to pay attention, but I keep nodding off. I glance around at my fellow classmates also trapped in the basement (read: dungeon) of Olsson — which smells like mold and is always at least 20 degrees colder than outside — to see if they are faring any better.
Third-year College student Nicole Muller founded Neighbors-4-Neighbors her junior year at Western Albemarle High School, and has since brought it to Grounds. The organization coordinates efforts to collect food for the Blue Ridge Area Food Bank.
I have to make a habit of carrying a spare sock with me everywhere. It’s not rooted in a desire to use them as mittens or to make cat toys out of — which, I have been informed, is actually a thing.
This column serves as your friendly reminder we have officially entered the two-week pre-Halloween period.
After an extensive training process during the first few months of school, fourth-year Engineering student Kris Peck was ready for the seven mile run, rope bridge challenge, obstacle course and other tests he would face at Ranger Challenge.
And sometimes, it just works.
Free glow sticks, a DJ, free food, industrial-strength blacklights, exercise and charity — what could be better on a Friday night? The Organization of Young Filipino Americans hosted its Lakas Mad Glow 5K Friday, Oct.
The University possesses a hookup culture, as any student will readily expound. I cannot count the number of times older friends have advised me to shake away the ridiculous notions of romance bouncing around my head.
At times, somewhere in the middle of a long block of back-to-back classes, I start to feel restless.
