I was a senior in high school when the first years were in eighth grade. This makes me feel old, like I should be in a jar of formaldehyde somewhere.
Horseback riding, canoeing, fishing, arts and crafts, ropes courses, basketball, tennis and much, much more -- children ages six through 13 enjoyed themselves for a week in August, participating in all sorts of activities at a week-long camp at Camp Holiday Trails, just a few miles from the University. Although the repertoire looks familiar at a glance, the campers at Camp Kesem share one characteristic that makes their experience much more meaningful than any other week-long camp: all of the participants are the children of cancer patients. This summer's camp marked Camp Kesem Virginia's debut, and the culmination of a year of hard work to accommodate these 16 campers. Fourth-year College student Jessica Zinder was in charge of recruitment for Camp Kesem Virginia.
Iwas fortunate enough to vacation with my family in San Francisco this summer. I wouldhighly recommend it as a destination to anyone looking for spectacular scenery, perfect climate and excellent food.
Let me start by saying, I hate trains. I took a train from Petersburg, Va. to Camden, N.J. in late June and a trip that was meant to be six hours quickly turned into 12.
I spent my summer wandering Europe. This was mostly a very good thing. Some guy tried to pickpocket me in London (either that, or he was attempting to feel me up), but the pocket was empty.
"Be the change you want to see in the world." Leonard H. Robinson, the University's first diplomat scholar in residence, lived according to Mohandas Gandhi's creed, devoting his life to educating others about Africa.
Sunny days in Tuscany, scrumptious Italian cuisine and weekends in Venice are three ways to describe Prof.
Let me start off by saying welcome firstyears! I was hanging out in Old Dorms on move-in day in an RA friend's room and I was envious of your fresh-faced excitement and move-in glee.
Last year, after a serendipitous encounter with University President John T. Casteen, III at Alderman Café, I was compelled to research this marvelous human specimen and document a brief list of my discoveries about the man.
So you're here. Whether you're a new student or a fourth year, you've crammed all your belongings in a dorm or an apartment or a house, and the only thing left to await -- other than the parties those few nights before classes start -- is the first day of class. During the first week of classes, many students actually show up to class and maybe even do a little homework.
Thanks to all the excitement that a new school year brings onto Grounds, some of the essential elements of college -- namely classes, majors, area requirements and all that "stuff" -- can be forgotten.
We're back. School is ready to start. Gone are the blissfully long summer days and nights, filled with nothing but pure and unbridled glee.
What do course registration, reading assignments and Facebook all have in common? Each depends on a working computer that can use the University network. "Each of us really needs to have access to be able to function 100 percent in the U.Va.
Perched on Massie Road, the new 336,000-square-foot John Paul Jones Arenatowers above its surroundings.
For some reason when I started thinking about first year, the theme song from "The Jeffersons" popped into my mind.
Orientation Leader (OL) -- (n.) a crazy, extroverted, University-enthusiast who can make any interaction an ice breaker, course advise into the wee hours of the morning and perform an 18-step dance routine to LFO's "Summer Girl" in style. Day 1 8 a.m.: Check In Me: "Good morning.
Ever since I can remember, I have had a thing for British stuff. I can only attribute this tomy early appreciation of British literature which commenced with my reading "Jane Eyre" at the age of eight.
I'm still in Asia, and I've realized that there's actually very little difference between my adventures abroad and my adventures at home.
It was the morning of Friday, July 7, when fourUniversity graduates, living in four different states and charting four different courses with their lives, got the same chilling phone call.
Recently, I took a little jaunt from my refrigerator-box sized studio apartment in Manhattan to Charlottesville to celebrate my 21st birthday (an event which certainly did not result in me falling into the coin fountain at Coupes) and move into my new apartment.For every year I have been at the University, I have lived in a different location and finally, for the first time, I have made a move up the housing hierarchy.
