April brings warm spring weather, looming finals, Foxfield, and lots of tabling. Lesser known is that April is also National Autism Awareness Month, which, according to the Autism Society, seeks to highlight the need for concern and awareness about autism, which is estimated to affect close to 2 million Americans.
On the fourth floor of Alderman library, seated at a very old table on a chair with less-than-functional wheels, I peer out of a foot-wide window looking down onto Nameless Field, and I watch the sun finally fall into a slumber after a beautiful weekend-long performance.
There are generally three schools of reaction after I introduce myself to people as “EP.” Proponents of the first, and most populated, school stare at me blankly for a few seconds, then, puzzled, ask, “EP?
My college career is going to come down to 100 words. Or so it seems. I say this because, two weeks ago, I received an email from the Media Studies department asking me to confirm I wanted to walk in their graduation ceremony and if I did — which I do — to submit a 100-word biography to be read at graduation. While this request should send a rush of panic to any unemployed almost-graduate, it was especially ironic in my case, as I received this email while I was working my last shift at the only paid media job I’ve ever had.
A Fish Out of Water A journey to infinity and beyond— Clark Hall By Kelly Seegers Cavalier Daily Columnist If you have never attempted to find a TA‘s office in Clark Hall , don’t start now… unless you are up for an adventure. As I sauntered my way into Clark, I was expecting to see my TA’s office right away, be done in five minutes and then go hit up Greenberry’s for some coffee.
This past weekend, I met my family down at our beach house for a few days. All my life, our place at the beach has been my favorite spot in the entire world.
A successful match is made after mild Rotunda confusion.
*1. About my credit card bill: *The three successive charges from Trinity at midnight were just food!
A little bit of icing, a little bit of cake, and a whole lot of personality For fourth-year College student Margot Mellon, what started out as casual baking hobby for service projects has turned into a fruitful and promising entrepreneurial endeavor. Mellon recently started her own business called Merci, Margot Cupcakes, which is centered around delivering homemade cupcakes to doorstep by the baker herself for $2.
I want to audition for the drama department’s production of Crazy for You, but I am nearly too nervous to do so.
Bored games, you say? Nah, you’ve got it all wrong. Board games are anything but boring. You probably haven’t played them in a while, unless you’ve been on a rainy family vacation, but they’re not just for kids and old people anymore.
I am an English major because I love words. I love that, when strung together, words make sentences.
In a world where cell phones can be used as GPS tracking devices, credit card swipe machines and social networking gateways, it’s become a rare event, at least for me, to look down at my electronic other half and see that’s its actually ringing with a real, human voice on the other line.
The bikes in front of Clark Library last week may have been stationary, but on them, U.Va. students cycled toward a worthy goal: building a school in Kampala, Uganda.
Here at the University of Virginia, we are a rather pragmatic bunch. We accept the advice of those who came before us, humbly acknowledging their store of expertise is better stocked than ours.
If you ever have a conversation with me that lasts for more than two minutes, you will know the four basic facts of Anne-Marie Albracht. 1.
Citizen Burger Bar, tucked away downtown across from the Paramount Theater, provides a burger that would make our founding fathers proud to be an American.
Sometimes I wonder if the world spins merely due to human energy. Are just we a bunch of Forrest Gumps, just running and running to generate rotation?
Anna and Tom met on Monday at 7 p.m. on the Rotunda steps and went to The Virginian for dinner and Arch’s for dessert.
Dear Ed, I’m starting to hear a lot about Foxfield and it sounds like a lot of fun, but I don’t really drink.
