I have a boyfriend. Can I say it any louder? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND! He is cute and sweet and incredibly wonderful, and I'll talk about him for hours to anyone who will listen - namely other girls with boyfriends, who will only listen to me if I sit and listen to them talk about their boyfriends afterward.
While most of my columns are directed at my homies stuntin' with that Y chromosome, it has become time to address the ladies.
About a month ago, Daman Irby witnessed the most spectacular sight he has ever seen: the Kandy Esala Perahera, an annual Sri Lankan festival with a parade two and a half hours long. "There were 65 dressed elephants marching through the town," Irby recalled.
I've been told that the first step toward correcting a problematic behavior is admitting that the problem exists.
Sporting Prada shoes and sharing a dance floor with Will.i.am, are probably not what University students expect of their medical professors, or perhaps any professors.
There's something you should know about me, readers. I'm a bit of a feminist. Although you won't find me burning my bra in protest of unequal rights or refusing to shave my legs for months at a time, I strongly believe that the judging a person solely by the stereotypes of their gender is wrong. And one thing that gets under my angry, radical, feminist skin - another stereotype, by the way - is the concept of chivalry: the notion that men are expected to perform certain acts in a particular way merely because they are ... well, just that, men. The whole concept of chivalry can be traced back to medieval times, when knights were taught to treat women with honor and gallantry, so as to preserve their "feminine virtue" ... or something along those lines.
Like many University students, I thought not having a meal plan while living off-Grounds was a brilliant idea.
A loose strand of hair flutters in front of my eyes as a cool, crisp breeze blows softly. I stride quickly downtown, having adopted an admittedly self-righteous attitude toward my simple, eco-friendly Saturday morning ritual.
ATTENTION, UNIVERSITY AFFILIATES! In our ongoing effort to perpetually annoy and confuse our faculty, staff and student body, we here at ITC are pleased to announce, right here in this very humor column, the abolition of your current information warehouses, SIS and Collab and the subsequent advent of your brand-spanking new, totally incomprehensible information machine, DIE.
For many University students, homelessness may bring to mind images of bums on the Corner, but fourth-year College student Garrett Trent has a different perspective.
My family has had a backyard garden since I was in high school. Each summer, tomatoes, squash, cucumbers and peppers cover our kitchen counter tops; and each August, my family tries to send me back to school with bags stuffed full of fresh vegetables.
I went tubing down the James River this past weekend with my two roommates. Lying in an inner tube as it floats down the somewhat brackish James, while mildly appealing in its own right, is also on the list of 110 Things To Do Before You Graduate - and my roommates and I are on a mission to check off every single thing on that list by the end of this, our fourth and final year at the University. Although I originally balked at the $20 charged by the rafting company to rent us a tube and drive us to the launching spot, I remembered that the company's Web site promised a two- to four-hour float down the river that would "relax us completely." The chance for total relaxation was, ultimately, too tempting to pass up, and we grudgingly agreed to give up a bit more of our rapidly dwindling summer cash. Although we had been promised complete relaxation, the day's journey turned out to be anything but relaxing.
Most students use the Internet to access virtually every aspect of their daily lives: friends and family on Facebook, schoolwork on Collab, work schedules by e-mail.
Being back at school means we're back in classes, back in club meetings and back in the library. We've constantly got things going on, and it's easy to get overwhelmed by it all, but it's also easy to stay in control of - if you've got the right tools.
Although few people would describe a competition in which they "got destroyed on national television" as a highlight of their college careers, fourth-year College student Kadeem Cooper remembers the experience fondly. "I was an instant celebrity," he said of his recent experience on the game show "Jeopardy!" "People were calling me from high school that I hadn't talked to in years," Cooper said.
Regrettably, we live in an age of health obsession. The gym has replaced the bar as the place that professionals go after a long day of work.
Several weeks ago, I revisited my childhood by watching a rerun of Mary-Kate and Ashley's "Passport to Paris" with my 13-year-old sister.
U.Va., consider yourself safe for now - I'm spending the semester in New Zealand. Thanks to Wi-fi, Skype and the narcissistic jamboree known as Twitter, however, I can easily remain in touch.
I absolutely cannot believe that school has started again; this summer flew by even more quickly than the last and it feels so weird to be back. There are two new changes in my male-centric world since last semester.
The birds are chirping. The breeze is blowing. The streams are trickling. All is well in the Academical Village save for an aggressive fox reported in the University area, which I do trust our heavily-armed and well-trained University police will quickly catch, despite their ever busy routine of writing people tickets. While to some students, the first few weeks of school might seem like a good time to relax, that could not be farther from the truth.
