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.
Any student who has dragged himself out of bed before 9 a.m. on a Saturday probably has heard some strange noises on his way to breakfast: panting and heaving and the slap of shoes on the sidewalk.
"Green," "Sustainable," "Reusable," "Repurpose" - all commonly used words that encapsulate a growing worldwide mind-set.
Last month, President Obama spoke in his State of the Union address about the need for a better national infrastructure.
After spending an entire childhood in a house with siblings, you'd think that college would finally offer the perfect opportunity for brothers and sisters to forge their own paths in life. So, why then, would siblings decide to attend the same college?
I wouldn't be surprised if most of the people that I've met during my four years here think that I'm from Philadelphia.
I'm being followed and there's nothing I can do to escape. My pursuer is clever, a stealthy camouflage master who stalks me wherever I go.
Cody What are you involved with at the University? Club golf What are your hobbies? I play basketball and I play guitar in my band. How would you describe your ideal date? I like any ethnicity.
Ricky Bobby said it best: "If you ain't first, you're last." We all want to be the best. We all want to have the best job.
Ducking chain link fences in the dead of night, carrying a backpack full of aerosol cans, an artist scopes out his potential canvas and selects a high wall waiting to be graced with a spray paint masterpiece.
It never crossed my mind that my apartment's hamster and I might have much in common until now. Our precious Rafi, whose formal name is "Rafiki," is a little part of Charlottesville that we Northern Virginians gladly tote home each and every break with us.
How many times have you seen a girl playing basketball on the AFC courts? Zero, one, maybe two times.
With its neon colors, hanging dice, surround sound and flat-screen TVs, the Wahooptie certainly isn't your average cab.
My best friend visited Saturday night. She is tall and beautiful. She is hilarious and politically incorrect.
Recently, I have come to terms with one thing: My teammates and I love food. Usually I chalk this up to playing an intense sport, one that involves a lot of banging into each other as hard as we possibly can for two to three hours a day, running until we feel light headed (then continuing to run) and shooting the same shot until our arms feel like rubber.
When Charlottesville's newest fire station opens on Fontaine Avenue, it will contain more than just equipment.
I still sleep with my baby blanket. This is a fact I do not even mention to my closest friends, let alone the entire Cavalier Daily readership.
