Sleep upstages food, water, and shelter among my primal needs. Seriously though, this business of calling 2 a.m. an “early bedtime” is absurd. I aim to land in my bed somewhere between 11 p.m. and midnight — and by 11 I actually mean 10:15 p.m.
There was a little bit more color than usual around Grounds last week. If you looked hard enough, you could spot the small squares of pink, red, orange and green that added subtle springtime decorations to some libraries, hallways, and even a few bathroom stalls.
Astrophysics major and Christian girl share little in common.
In mid-January, the revamped Jefferson City School Center held its opening ceremony and official rechristening at the site of the 90-year-old Jefferson School, a historically rich building that previously housed the first site of racial integration in Charlottesville.
As the pain of the fractures from my biking accident eased throughout the spring semester of my first year, I retained a healthy fear of moving vehicles.
There’s something oddly comforting about studying in a cubicle. Perhaps these are just the crazed ramblings of someone who has been inside looking at book pages for too long, but I haven’t been able to shake this thought for a few weeks now. What once was a sad, drudging plod to Clemons has become a ritual.
It’s the beginning of March and in a few days I will be boarding a plane headed to Key West, Fl. It’s my first “college spring break;” the first time my final destination has been somewhere other than home in Gloucester.
!["Like many scholars and practicing writers who also teach," writes Lisa Russ Spaar, "I do so because I loved being a student and am grateful for the ways in which teaching invites a lifetime practice of intellectual, creative rigor and (re) visiting texts in fresh ways." Described by colleague Michael Levenson as a "teaching legend," Spaar is praised by students for giving them "new ways to think about poetry and the recurring themes of love, death, truth, beauty, God and time."
A former student writes, "She expected us to move fluidly between critical and writerly lenses. In this way, Professor Spaar not only supported my developing sensibility as a writer, but also as a young scholar." English department chairman Jahan Ramazani summarizes: "Lisa Russ Spaar is a stunning teacher, one of the very best at the University and quite possibly anywhere in the country."
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“Is courage artifice? / As though to answer were within my means,” Lisa Russ Spaar writes in her poem, “Midas Passional.” It is this characteristic acceptance of the unknown that has set Spaar apart from many of her colleagues.
Whenever I play the classic “random fact” icebreaker game, I always manage to surprise people with one fact.
When my sister Jennifer was born nearly 20 years ago, I didn’t quite understand the concept of having a sister.
It’s been a couple months since I’ve seen my parents, but this past weekend they came to visit me.
Every phase of my life has come and gone with certain eating woes I only later learned to appreciate. Once upon a time, all I had to do was sit in my high chair and watch people act like idiots to get me to open my mouth.
Without any way to circumvent the point, I’ll go ahead and write bluntly. An old friend died this weekend.
1. The texter: I don’t know what it is, but during my semi-annual, once-every-never workouts I always come across this guy.
Name: John Year: Second School: College Major: Economics and Mathematics Sexual orientation: Straight _U.Va.
All people have their own ideas of happiness. Around here, happiness is that feeling you get when you’re running completely late and somehow make it to class on time, or when you finally get to the front of the counter at Christian’s after waiting in line for what seems like an eternity.
The University’s chapter of Dance Marathon, a renowned philanthropic organization that has divisions at universities and colleges all across the country, held their annual event Saturday at both Memorial Gym and Boylan Heights.
I used to be entirely indifferent toward U.Va. basketball. It wasn’t personal; I’m actually indifferent about most sports.
I’ll be honest: I didn’t receive any chocolates, roses or plush toys this most recent Valentine’s Day due to the absence of a significant other.
