Now that I'm living off Grounds, I have experienced a lot of what I like to call "adventures" with parallel parking.
Oh, the joy of sitting on a bus immersed in someone else's conversation. Not because you know this someone or because you are even halfway interested in what he has to say, but more for the fact that this person has an opinion and wants everyone within earshot to hear about it.
At the University, several arts and theater groups compete for limited performance space. Because the Culbreth and Helms Theatres are reserved for the drama department, student artists often find themselves in spaces that are far from ideal. One venue allows students to host arts events in a space some artists have found favorable compared to University venues.
We all do it. We stereotype, we judge, we say things like, "That's not very manly." There's nothing wrong with it.
Ghosts are real. I don't say this because "Paranormal Activity" caused me to lose sleep for three-and-a-half months - I'm so excited for the sequel because then I can pee my pants when anything moves at night - or because I have actually seen a ghost.
Out of the 14 students in fifth grade-teacher Debra Beale's last period class at Walker Elementary School, nine are from another country.
There's nothing quite like meeting University graduates in your own hometown. For some, this may be routine and normal, but for me, an impromptu run-in with a former Hoo is a welcome and unexpected rarity. My regular dentist happens to be an enthusiastic University alumnus.
"It's Friday! It's Friday!" My roommates and I cheer as the clock hand turns from 11:59 p.m. Thursday to midnight Friday.
At a Sept. 22 public forum about living wage, Newcomb Hall's South Meeting Room quieted as fourth-year College student Greg Casar read aloud a statement from an anonymous University employee. "The students don't really see," Casar read.
Going home always confuses me. I looked up definitions for "home" on dictionary.com to gain perspective.
The Corner is home to stores and food locations authentic only to Charlottesville, such as Finch and Bodo's Bagels.
A professor's worst nightmare - students logging into Facebook or online shopping during lecture. We see it everyday.
Ever wonder what it would be like to be a kid again? You know, the kind of kid who plays tag and runs around with reckless abandon?
There are numerous benefits to being a muscular, well conditioned, 6-foot-3 girl. I can open all the pickle jars in the house.
Today, for the first time ever, I wore makeup. Well, save for a brief foray into cosmetics in ninth grade, but that ended after I realized that my face should not be a different color than my neck. It's not that I never attempt to wear makeup.
I have one Plus Dollar left. How is that even humanly possible? It's not, actually, given that I consume coffee like an alien creature - I'll call my species "Caffiend" (Caffeine-fiend, anyone?). My inhumanity aside, I am genuinely concerned about my diet, assuming TV dinners, Greenberry's coffee and pita chips and hummus constitute a well-balanced one. The cashier told me about my Plus Dollar fate last Wednesday at Caf
As Fall Break draws near, students will see more and more Facebook statuses counting down the days until everyone can return to their respective hometowns.
Someone once told me that I do not have faith. He was not trying to be cruel; he was simply defining my life by looking at his.
The Corner is always great for the people, atmosphere and especially food, but dining out constantly can be tough with a college budget.
Last week was just one of those weeks. From beginning to end, I felt like there was someone out there with a bunch of pins and a little Katie doll sabotaging everything I did. I had a research paper due Thursday, and I knew it was going to be a busy week, so I planned to look up everything I needed during the weekend.
