It's not a pretty scene. "Weren't you looking?" the older woman bellows. She's cradling a bruised ankle in her left hand; her right is knotted up in a fist, thrust out like a promise to the erstwhile driver.
Thomas Jefferson is known as a Renaissance man. He was a lawyer, a political pundit and leader, an architect, a scientist, a farmer, an ambassador, the founder of our University and America's first wine connoisseur.
The football is hiked, thrown and caught in the end zone for a Wahoo touchdown. Immediately, fans in Scott Stadium are singing and swaying to another spirited rendition of the Good Ol' Song.
I am not one of those people who enjoy the variation of seasons. My ideal climate exists somewhere between 70 and 85 degrees -- Fahrenheit of course.
East Market Streets lies the historic Downtown Charlottesville Mall, a shopping venue situated only a trolley ride away.
Before I had a car in Charlottesville, I would often hear my friends whine about how hard it was to find parking around Grounds and downtown.
Man, it's been a rough several days, and I'm not even doing the obligatory whining about finals. My car was wrecked (was it my fault?
We've all had that feeling. The one worse than sleeping through your alarm. Worse than final exams.
On-Grounds dining has its perks -- proximity to classes, to-go boxes for students in a hurry, a broad choice selection of foods for the vegetarian or the vegan and, one of the more innovative aspects of U.Va.
"Girl, I just gotta have my java!" This is what Gail, the manager of the restaurant-café that has since closed, would shout at me.
Going on strike is a hobby here in France -- and they're at it again. I think it may have something to do with a lack of interesting television programming.
I experienced a picturesque holiday moment the other day. The sky was gray. A crisp breeze was blowing through the oak trees.
Nearly 800 business suit-clad high schoolers descended onto Grounds the weekend of Nov. 16. Though this was all many University students saw of the the International Relations Organization's annual Virginia Model United Nations conference, behind the scenes, 16 committee chairs and vice chairs, four staff directors, seven crisis directors, 30 staff members and a secretariat of seven people had worked hard throughout the past year to make the event a success. Participants debated issues ranging from arms deals in South Africa to the Iranian nuclear program, toured the University, wrote working papers, voted on resolutions and attended a dance during their time on Grounds. Third-year College student Charlotte Slaiman was this year's secretary-general of VAMUN, placing her in charge of the entire conference. "It's a huge undertaking," she said, citing the presence of hundreds of high school students, all accompanied by adults, along with a significant staff of University students.
I should never be allowed to speak to adults. Oh sure, I'm technically an adult, but until I stop quoting Nickelodeon cartoons in research papers, I will continue to view myself as a non-adult.
Everyone knows the University draws some of the best and brightest students from across the country, and many alumni go on to achieve great things.
Welcome to a special holiday edition of Wild Kingdom presented by Mutual of Omaha. This week, we spotlight a low life form at the University of Virginia.
Friday 11-30 Safe Space Training Kaleidoscope Room from 3 to 5 p.m. A workshop for volunteers who want to join a network of allies for LGBT students. Japanese Biwa Performance Minor 125 from 3 to 4:30 p.m. Rocky Horror Picture Show Newcomb Theater at midnight Cinematheque's second annual showing of the cult film.
Most University alumni remember their alma mater as a place to study, party and meet friends, but for some, the University also brings to mind memories of white dresses and wedding bells.
In the Jones family household we celebrate the holiday season by exchanging Christmas gifts. But whatever your holiday preference/tradition/celebration, I believe you will be able to relate to the gift giving experiences I am about to convey. Gifts come in several different categories, ranging from the extremely thoughtful and sentimental to the awkward and laughable. An awkward gift is one that, after you have opened it, you wish you could hit a rewind button and never show up at the party.
Just punch a professor; that's all you've got do to. A young one, ideally -- an "assistant" or "associate," someone who just got here and doesn't know the streets.
