It's a Monday morning, and you're sitting in class waiting for the lecture to begin. For 50 minutes or so, you take notes, trying to take in what the professor is saying. But while you sit typing away in that crowded lecture hall listening several times a week to that person talk about existentialism or human anatomy, have you ever wondered how the person got to be where he or she is?
For many, college is a time full of hunting for the next free meal and waiting for the first of the month, when that monthly parental check will finally rescue your bank account from the depths of brokedom.
The summer between my freshman and sophomore years of high school, I worked as an operating room orderly at a hospital.
Faced with a ton of October birthdays, I've begun to ponder the concept of gift-giving in college.
Going home for fall break this weekend, I was confronted with a plethora of questions about school and adjusting to college life.
Amuse Bouche, a French noun meaning "a small bite before the meal begins" as well as "that which amuses the mouth," has another meaning at the University.
A bus stops on McCormick Road, and students board. One is reading a newspaper, some are talking animatedly on their cells and several look like they just sleepwalked out of an 8 a.m.
Man, I really want to get to my next class. I like going to class a lot. I can impress the people next to me with my crossword-solving abilities Monday and my jumble-solving abilities most other days!
I had a pet fish once. He was grumpy and boring. He swam around his bowl all day, probably reciting Plato or Aristotle to himself.
The first date, for many, can mean the difference between fireworks and the fate of a Thanksgiving turkey, between true love's first kiss and getting shot down by last semester's TA, between deodorant and Vaseline.
Transitioning into college life can be tough. For those who need a friend, tutor or advice about classes, the Office of African-American Affairs offers the Peer Advisor Mentoring Program for incoming black first-year and transfer students.
Despite the 90-degree days a mere week ago, it's starting to feel a little bit like fall. Considering it's October and we're about to embark on Fall Break, I'd say it's about freaking time.
In your tenure at the University, you have no fewer than 60 opportunities to soak in the last particles of dust scrubbed from bodies that fixed the stars. You can do it every other Friday, beginning an hour after sunset.
Your neighbor to the left is crunching on an egg roll and eying a thick wedge of cherry pie. Stephanie is talking about who got drunk last weekend, and how drunk, and Alexandre is correcting everyone's grammar.
Woodbridge Cabernet Sauvignon, 2005 (Calif.) Price: $7 Grade: D Woodbridge is the wine most likely to be found at a public event.
I may have railed about the horrors of saturated and trans fats in processed foods in my last column, but I'm flipping to the other side this week to discuss a topic plentiful in saturated fats -- cuts of meat.
Featuring exhibitors and food vendors, the 11th annual Charlottesville Vegetarian Festival was held Saturday in Lee Park.
Corn & Black Bean Salsa Makes: 5 servings You will need: large bowl Ingredients 1 15 oz. can corn, drained 1 8 oz.
Every three seconds somebody breaks the honor code. In fact, I broke it in the last sentence. It's only every four seconds that somebody breaks the honor code.
Each school year, the thoughts on the minds of many upperclassmen are about getting an internship for the summer or a full-time job for their life after college.
