Edgar welcomes syllabus week, add/drop anxiety and unruly roommates back to Grounds.
1. Meal plan You never think you’ll be thankful for a meal plan until your parents are out to dinner, your car is out of gas and you’re seriously hungry for something that doesn’t come out of a box.
To hear the Office of Admissions tell it, each successive class attending the University seems more impressive than the last.
Though a bittersweet truth, summer has come to an end. While some of us spent our days lazing in the sun at the beach, sprawling across our couches watching TV with the ‘rents and gorging ourselves on home-cooked meals, many students were working out in the mythical “real world.” For the past two summers, second-year Engineering student Grace Wusk has interned at the NASA Langley Research Center in Hampton, Va.
The legendary Crozet Pizza has found a new home at the Buddhist Biker Bar on Elliewood Avenue, taking the place of outdoor restaurant and bar The Backyard.
Snapchat may just be the most revolutionary app of our generation. It’s become an art, really.
What happens when you set up Joe Harris and his friend on a double blind date? Hilarity.
The world of news may be changing quickly — but that doesn’t mean young people should be left behind in the fray. With this ideal in mind, fourth-year Engineering student Frank Aikhu and fourth-year College student Nenneya Shields co-founded online newspaper “JumbleTalk,” which acts as an opportunity for people ages 17 to 27 to have their voices heard on relevant issues through coverage of news stories from anywhere in the world. These “jumblers,” the term Aikhu and Shields used to describe citizen journalists who contribute articles to the newspaper, are “very conscious about the world [and] have comments that stimulate thought,” said Shields.
Spring always emanates a bit of nostalgia for me. Be it the time of year for homecomings, or the intimidating season for the donning of boxy caps and gowns and the playing of “Pomp and Circumstance,” the time frame between March and May reinvigorates that nostalgic twinge from within.
In light of the upcoming Foxfield races, the University’s Gordie Center for Substance Abuse is holding a “teaser campaign” this week, involving flyering and painting Beta bridge, in order to raise awareness for the dangers of substance abuse.
During my second year, I discovered the overlap between my two realms of study: writing and medicine.
Two Saturdays ago, as my roommate and I lay on the roof of my house on Gordon Avenue planning out our afternoon activities, my roommate asked to see my phone.
I am seriously obsessed with fantasy series. One of my earliest memories is of reading children’s books brimming with unicorns and fairies.
Fourth-year College student Holly Rich was among thousands of runners during her April 6 marathon debut — though ultimately, she didn’t blend into the crowd.
I love social media. But I also hate social media — and I don’t think I’m the only one who feels this way.
When I started writing this column three years ago, I only had one guiding principle in mind: puns. I wasn’t interested in writing opinion pieces about legitimate issues or advice columns for bewildered first-years.
Since writing a column earlier this semester about contradictions in common colloquial phrases, I’ve found an aphorism that irks me — though for different reasons. I’ve been feeling indecisive towards the phrase “a picture is worth a thousand words.”
In light of the recent Boston Marathon bombing, the fertilizer plant explosion in Texas, the anniversary of the Virginia Tech shooting on top of the recent Sandy Hook shooting still resonating in our minds and hearts, it sometimes feels as if it would be easier to give up and feel as though the world is becoming some sort of dark place. I am not writing to discredit the horrors of these events—while I was lucky enough not to personally know anyone harmed, I was certainly saddened by each of them, and my thoughts and prayers go out to all of those who were affected by these tragedies.
If you have seen students walking around Grounds barefoot this past week with an abnormal frequency, you’re not alone.
1. How little sleep I could function off of: Sure, I’d heard horror stories of sleeping in libraries and pulling all-nighters every night for a week before finals.
