Walk into a library and you'll see stacks of literary magazines. Go to the dining hall and you'll notice a flyer advertising an upcoming open mic night.
I'm probably going to upset some animal lovers out there, but I have to get something off my chest: I hate birds.
As second semester hurdles by, the clock is ticking for underclassmen to make a decision about their majors.
There is one thing I am familiar with, and that is travel. As a team we probably are on the road - driving or flying - at least once a week during the season.
Six days out of seven, I am a therapist. On the seventh day, I am sleeping, for if I were awake, I would be a therapist. I don't have a special couch or reading glasses that slide down my nose.
Fourth-year College student Kimberly Schreiber didn't expect to be competing against men in the final round of a Feb.
A few weeks ago, a man changed my outlook on life. If you think I mean that this happened on Valentine's Day... just no.
I've been named a lot of things in my life: Maisie, a term of endearment my mother stole from Dr. Seuss.
Dance Marathon, the event touted in flyers, profile pictures and T-shirts, brings together a large percentage of the University's population every February.
Not many people can say that they have had a friend since the day they were born. I can. Her name is Nan and she - yes, Nan is definitely a girl - is a silver 1987 Volvo station wagon. When I was a new baby, Nan came to take my parents and I home from the hospital, guarding me just as carefully then as she would in the many rides to come.
Cold and flu season may be winding down for the rest of the general population, but that doesn't matter to me, for my fear of illness is nearly eternal.
"If you were Felix, and you worked in a refugee camp in El Salvador, how would you feel if you knew you couldn't leave?" That was photographer Roderick Sinclair's opening question to the nearly 40 students and teachers who came to Casa Bol
It's possible most students at the University have used an iClicker at least once during their time here.
A frequently discussed topic concerning the anonymity of internet dating is the faceless and often emotionless encounters in blogs and chat rooms.
In our busy and stressful collegiate lives, there are many issues that we briefly consider then forget entirely.
"Dad, did you get the PowerPoint I e-mailed you?" Yes, my sister Jennifer made my dad a PowerPoint, and yes, it contained the sound of a car engine roaring. The Urban family debate that culminated in this PowerPoint had begun a few weeks earlier when I packed up the contents of my first-year dorm room and headed north on I-29 toward home. After I began a full-time internship that required a 45-minute commute to Falls Church, my sister was relegated to having our mom pick her up after school in the minivan and drive her to work.
In a recent meeting with my pre-medical adviser, I heard what is likely the most apt characterization of the pre-medical concentration yet: It's a freight train. What she meant, of course, is that once you start on the curriculum track, it's hard to stop.
Months after Lady Gaga rocked Jones Paul Jones Arena with her poker face, University students will have the chance to bring their own steely gaze to the table.
There are three things I never have discussed in a column. Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll. Now that I've got you excited, I'll talk about rock 'n' roll.
Undoubtedly, every sport has its own culture, and along with it comes an implicit dress code, which all members subscribe to in varying degrees.
