OpenGrounds, Broad Opportunities
By Justine Broecker | September 18, 2012If you entered OpenGrounds last Friday, you would have found a master class of musicians sitting around a table assisting a young composer with her new piece.
If you entered OpenGrounds last Friday, you would have found a master class of musicians sitting around a table assisting a young composer with her new piece.
There are some things they don’t tell you about dorm life. They tell you you’ll have to adjust to living with someone unlike you.
For some people, fourth year is their chance to show off. That’s cool, guys. I get it. You don’t have anything else to worry about, you’re coasting, you have time to pick out what you want to wear.
Being back this fall has led me to realize I have a case of Peter Pan syndrome. If there were a Neverland for college students I — along with every frat boy — would definitely be there.
Date: Saturday, Sept. 8 Time: 7 p.m. Place: Café Europa Name: Taylor Year: Fourth School: Engineering Major: Chemical Engineering University involvements: Volunteer firefighting, AICHE Alumni and Corporate Relations Chair, Sailing Club, honorably discharged UTS bus driver, Hereford Student Senate Hobbies: I spend a lot of time at the fire station.
New Corner dining option Ginkgo had an official opening ceremony last week, treating their guests to authentic Sichuan food.
Growing up, I considered myself a regular tomboy. Looking back, I suppose this was mostly attributable to the one miserable afternoon I spent watching NASCAR with my dad and the plethora of worn jerseys passed down from my cousin. With this warped self-image came a lot of false confidence in areas that I cannot claim to have any real knowledge.
I have a nickname from childhood, coined and used solely by my immediate family. I’ve probably mentioned it before: Maisie.
Cavalier Daily: Tell me about yourself. Professor Balogh: I was born in Coral Gables, Florida. I still root for the Miami Hurricanes, and I also root for U.Va., even when they play the Miami Hurricanes.
To continue the trend of masking my own life crises as journalistic endeavors, I decided to write about my experiences attending a wedding this weekend.
Dear Class of 2016, Some of you reading this column are already in love with college, Grounds and all things U.Va.
Edgar A. Poe offers amateur advice to those quintessential college problems which University students face. This week: homesickness, extracurricular overdrive and a one-night stand.
Much to the dismay of my father and grandfather, I don’t know a whole lot about football. If I did, you’d probably be reading about this in the sports section.
Most college students look forward to summer vacation as a chance to escape from the stress of school, but as fourth-year Commerce students headed to work on Wall Street this summer, they knew they had their work cut out for them. Working as interns in the sales and trading sector of the financial market, fourth-year Commerce students Andrew Colberg and Jake Davies woke before the sun rose so they could be in the office at 5:30 a.m., before the markets opened.
I was in Europe this summer. I could tell you what I learned at the Tate Modern, what I realized in Normandy, what I came to understand on the Underground.
This year at the University has had a bit of a different feel for me. I am entering my fourth year, forgive me for being sentimental, but I have a lot of feelings about it.
The basics- Name: Clifford Year: Third School: College/Batten School Major: Leadership and Public Policy Sexual Orientation: Straight University involvement: Second Year Council, Phi Sigma Pi National Honor Fraternity, SCUBA Club, Chinese Student Association Hometown: Calhoun, GA Ideal date person: Shorter, petite, great smile.
Social networking — whether it be in the form of Facebook, Twitter, Foursquare or any other online forum — is a powerful and ubiquitous tool.
It’s unfortunately easy to lose faith in humanity. Everything’s going alright for a while until, suddenly, one event begins a downward spiral that usually ends with me hating everyone and everything.
When I was 14-years-old I decided to put “flying in large treacherous metal machines at 30,000 feet” at the top of my “greatest fears” list.