By all accounts I should be fired for coming up with a title that stupid. But this isn't the Post, this is the Cav Daily.
With an undergraduate University community totaling about 13,000, it seems quite easy for a student to become lost in the crowd. One possibility to defend oneself from anonymity is to attend the "office hour" -- a term that has been ingrained in all University students upon their entrance into college life. While most professors and TAs encourage their students to take advantage of office hours on some level -- for questions, concerns or just personal interaction beyond the classroom -- many students never show. Whether students feel as though they are imposing with unimportant concerns or too nervous or intimidated to approach their distinguished professors, it's necessary to ponder just what a student is missing in doing so. "I've had a really positive experience with office hours," said first-year College student Courtney Mallow, who went to all her professors' office hours at least once last semester.
Before college, I always thought of myself as a neat person, but it turns out that my mom's a neat person.
Lonely? Looking for a good time? Or maybe for a chance to earn your M.R.S. without having to go through the trouble of actually dating?
A new semester is upon us. No worries, faithful readers, my planner is being color coded as we speak.
With such a diverse student population, the University welcomes a wide array of talents. Among this population are 16 students who make up U.Va.
Dear CBS, Please hire me as a political commentator for future coverage of the State of the Union address.
Nothing brings out the worst in us quite like holiday shopping. Working in retail over winter break, I saw friends and neighbors at their nastiest, victims of the season of giving. The holidays mean big business for department stores.
Living in a country home to the fifth largest Spanish-speaking community in the world, it comes as no surprise that the department of Spanish, Italian and Portuguese is one of the largest departments at the University. "Spanish has become de facto the second language of this country, and people have started to realize this," department Chair Randolph Pope said.
The only audible sound was the faint patter of bare feet on wooden floorboards as a group of 20 people walked aimlessly around The Forum at Observatory Hill Dining Hall.
You're so wise, personality test. Like an online Buddha covered with ads for online dating services.
There are several schools of thought on the existence of God. On the one hand, there are those who believe in God and would say, "Yes, there is a God." On the other hand, there are those people who do not believe in God and, if asked, would probably answer, "No." On the third hand, there are people who are not sure either way and tend to respond, "Meh." These three groups are called theists, atheists and mehists, respectively.
"Appearing as a white male, I was raised in an almost all-black community," Sociology Prof. Matthew Hughey said.
"I deem this the happiest movement for the University that has ever been made. I have no doubt that a large proportion of the students, if not all, will eventually join." Professor William Barton Rogers, 1842. I know what you're thinking.
Yesterday's frigid weather and light snow marked a radical change from last December's mild temperatures and warmer winter. Students who received new outdoor apparel for Christmas found themselves leaving their gifts inside the boxes since they had little need to wear them. "I got all these cute winter clothes for Christmas and now I can't wear them," first-year College student Kayce McGehee said. In addition to holding off on coats, jackets and mittens, many students found themselves pulling out summer apparel to keep cool. "I was wearing shorts for about a week because it was over 60 degrees," second-year College student Richard Murray said. McGehee also said she was shocked at what she was wearing during her time off.
After several months of our complaining about temperatures above 50, Nature has graced us with some snow, which is on the ground as I write this column — although by the time the column runs, it will likely have melted away, like Tom Cruise’s sanity.
In Friday's article, "Hangin' Around This Town," journalist Bob Gibson attended graduate school at the College of William and Mary, but did not receive a degree.
Even as the bitter cold of winter is finally setting in, my mind cannot help but skip to the chaos to come.
Martin Luther King Jr. Day rarely intersects with the University's academic calendar because the third Monday of January is often during Winter Break.
Normally I do not write advice columns, because whenever I do offer advice, I somehow instigate a world war ("Why yes, Archduke Ferdinand, I think going for a drive is a great idea") or some freak coal mining accident ("No, guys, I'm pretty sure the canary is just playing dead"). Recently, however, I've been receiving a lot of letters asking for advice.
