A room in the Academical Village with Grounds as a front yard and some of the most interesting people you'll ever meet as neighbors; no, it's not living on the Lawn -- it's living on the Range. The Range is located around the outside of the Gardens of the Lawn and is a distinguished housing option for graduate students.
Thousands of people crammed onto the Lawn, the cheerful holiday jingles of a cappella groups, steaming mugs of hot apple cider -- everyone and everything comes to a standstill when, as if by magic, the entire Lawn is lit up in gold.
Like many of the other classy ladies here at the University, I took advantage of Thanksgiving break to get my hair did.
Both VH1 and Comedy Central are having their end of the year wrap-ups in December (probably so they can play repeats of the events every other hour until February). So, I figure I can get away with it this early, too, especially since this column is my last until 2007 rolls into Charlottesville.
For one hour every Sunday night, Pavilion VIII becomes home to a group of students striving to warm up America.
Winter is quickly approaching, sicknesses in various forms are spreading and final exams are the only obstacles between students and break.
It's almost time for finals, and the one thing on everyone's mind is test-taking. Everything we've been learning all semester will soon culminate into an examination of what we can put on paper when the books are closed and the timer is ticking away. You see, tests are where the men are separated from the boys.
Interested in how the world works? The Sociology department can offer some answers, Department Chair Paul Kingston said. "It goes down to a lot of root interactions and social causes of things," fourth-year College student Yasir Latifi said. The sociology department offers a variety of classes, many of which fill up quickly. "We take pride in being so popular," Kingston said.
It's interesting that at the gym everybody is already in great shape. Who are these people? I bet these same folks go to Alcoholic Anonymous meetings just to say, "Hi.
U niversity students have at least one or two favorite movies they can never see too many times. With such a wide variety of movies and tastes, it's hard to decide which movies every college student should see.
In 1982, History Prof. Elizabeth Thompson was faced with a dilemma while she was living in Cairo interning at the American Embassy.
T he University prides itself on its diversity. It is wonderful to be able to learn with and learn from students with different backgrounds, beliefs and lifestyles.
W ith your brains reenergized from a week of rest, dear readers, you're probably wondering why you have been forced to return to Grounds only to leave again within a couple of weeks.
Most people our age have heard of the "Dear Abby" column at some point or another. The premise behind the whole thing is people will write letters to Abby about their problems, and she will write back with simple solutions.
As the holiday season quickly approaches, I know all of you have this pressing question on your mind: How can I be the biggest glutton possible on Thanksgiving?
The early 1970s were a time of change at the University: changes in quality of education, changes resulting from the introduction of coeducation, changes in the growing diversity of the student body.
What you're about to read is an experiment, an unprecedented event in the life of "Reality Check." Up to this point, all of the columns that have appeared in this space have been planned out well in advance.
I love Thanksgiving. There are many things about the holidays that are rough, though. My family holidays are a full-immersion experience, involving late nights of perpetual conversation and overflowing tables of irresistible food, as well as early mornings to watch parades and holiday specials and the like.
In light of tonight's presentation by University alumni and former faculty sponsored by the Black Student Alliance and The Cavalier Daily, the Life section presents selections from the 1975-1976 archives describing the controversy surrounding former University President Frank L.
Dabney house is the place I call home this year. It is not, however, the place from which I call home -- for I have found it officially impossible to operate the landline phone in my room, and apparently, so did all the residents who lived here before me: I have 4,387 "new" messages, and while, yes, I am extremely popular, you gotta figure at least a third of those predate my arrival. Of course, radio waves are afraid of entering the sacred house of Dabney, so I have to go outside to the Old Dorms quad to use my cell phone.
