Fists pumping, glitter flashing, beats dropping, Sharaara - the University's competitive all-female fusion dance team - commanded attention as they took the stage on India Day earlier this month.
Sometimes, one of the closest bonds in nature is the bond between two young women. Best friends, sorority sisters; there are hundreds of examples of strong, powerful, female friendships. But... we've all seen "Mean Girls" and we know that girls - or even boys for that matter - can also be jealous, catty, petty and occasionally just mean.
I have a confession. I'm in love. I want to shout it from the mountains and write it in the sky. I lack such extravagant means, however, so I find simple satisfaction in telling anyone who will listen about the light of my life.
The University is a place steeped in traditions. A large number of these practices center around the Lawn: secret society initiations, leaving letters for Jefferson's statue, the changing of directions for Convocation and graduation and of course, streaking.
Hi, my name is @k_urbs and I admit, I am a tweetaholic. It started out innocently enough. The year was 2009, and despite the fact that my six AP exams were hurtling toward me with hurricane-like intensity, I spent my afternoons reading highly acclaimed literature like Perez Hilton.
As a recently-declared Echols Interdisciplinary Writing major who also happens to be a premed, I frequently get puzzled looks when I tell people what I'm studying here at the University.
University students are dedicated in everything they do, whether it is academics, leadership, athletics - or even going out to bars.
It's that time of year again, when every girl begins the hunt for the perfect bathing suit, and finding one is no easy task.
I've been crying a lot lately. The worst part about this crying, though, is that the tears are not my own.
He's been featured in portraits found in nearly every University building. He has been the subject of countless University classes.
Recently, my father bought an iPhone4. When he wanted a little help to operate this new technology, I showed him the basics.
First-year College student Kasey Crute was only a rookie on the women's club rugby team when she experienced a terrible accident during Spring Break. Crute was volunteering in Panama with a Global Brigades trip when she sustained severe spinal injuries jumping into a local swimming hole.
Common sense is not something at which we as humans seem to excel. I often see it cast aside for more complicated or sillier options. Like most people, the first time I noticed this tendency to suppress logic was in one of my earliest encounters with the workings of a bureaucratic system.
Melanie: U.Va. involvement and activities: Inter-Sorority Council, Chi Omega, The Monroe Society, Madison House (Adopt a Grandparent and YMCA Daycare) Ideal date: Caucasian, dark hair, on the taller side (5-foot-10) ... Someone who is outgoing and social, involved and hard-working Ideal date Location: Definitely dinner at a place that has a relaxed environment ... Nothing that adds too much pressure. Ideal celebrity: Bradley Cooper Typical weekend plans: A typical weekend for me would include going out with friends and doing something fun.
I don't want to grow up. After a night of book-club debates and several vigorous games of spades - read as: but not really - a group of friends and I did what every college kid with the Sunday morning blues does: a mandatory trip to Bodo's.
The excitement students experience when course listings are released each semester often quickly fades to confusion and stress.
In elementary school, my friends and I went through the "name changing phase." Although this phenomenon may not be documented in a child psychology textbook, it occurs in late elementary school or early middle school and may be defined as "the overwhelming desire to change one's name to one that's entirely different." My babysitter went by her first initial; instead of being called "Jessica," she was called "J." In a similar vein, instead of being called "Sheila," I tried to go by "S."
As third year comes to an end for me and I realize my time as an undergraduate is flying by, I've become more sentimental in my attitude towards Charlottesville.
It is not uncommon for students to contemplate the impact they will have on the world, but for some these thoughts are more than just a hazy idea of post-graduate plans.
This past week, as our season ended with a loss in the quarterfinals of the WNIT, my teammates and I had some time off - an entire week when we were not expected to be active, touch a basketball or think about sweating.
