Tomorrow marks the two-week anniversary of University student Michelle Collier's death. Given the outpourings of love and expressions of grief in Charlottesville during the 14 days following her passing, someone who didn't know Collier might suppose that she had been at the University for years.
In the spirit of coming off of a full week of television vegetation, this morning I present toyou a vision I had at 3:15 a.m.
With the multitude of modern inventions such as iPods, Xboxes and portable DVD players, old-fashioned movie theaters have been losing popularity.
Happy belated Thanksgiving, loyal column readers! I hope your week-long break treated you spectacularly well and that life is treating you equally as well back in C-ville. Actually, I have no idea if I have any loyal readers.
He says: "I had a lot of fun in college and ran out of spending money. Towards the end of my senior year, I had to get a job at Biltmore to gain some extra cash.
Each week, The Cavalier Daily asks a student 25 questions and allows him or her to eliminate five of them.
Every year -- and this year was no different, of course -- Thanksgiving descends upon America, bringing with it armies of hand-shaped, construction paper turkeys, marshmallow-encrusted sweet potato mush and red-wine-drunk uncles.
A typical day in the life of a student at the University of Virginia includes classes, naps, extracurricular activities, naps, homework, complaining about a lack of sleep, naps, socializing, homework and then perhaps a few hours of sleep at night.
It's crunch time. The foreboding cloud of black doom hangs perilously on the horizon as before an impending thunderstorm of dismay on a hot and humid August day of deadly hellish heat. Skies will clear in the afternoon, with gentle winds freshening out of the north, sunny skies, and a 90 percent chance of PAIN. There's nothing like returning from a relaxing week of tryptophan-induced Thanksgiving slumber to discover the next week will be the single most horrendous of my academic career. That's a record 17 years in the making. Not to mention the fact that the Lighting of the Lawn is Thursday, and I have a giant ridiculous snowman costume to make and lots of drinking to do between now and then. But after that, I'll pop in my Charlie Brown Christmas CD and then pop about forty Adderrall, pack a duffel bag and move into Clemons for however long it takes. The time between Thanksgiving and Winter Break should be a time of rejoicing, celebration, cheer, family, friends, dancing and wine. Instead, I'll get a nose-full of "Clemons-Smell" at 4 o'clock in the morning for a week straight. What IS that smell?
Nearly two weeks ago Charlottesville looked as if it were in routine game-day mode, yet something in the air seemed different.
First of all: Last week I referred to the sad case of a man I know who lost his tuxedo jacket. This man was me.
Thanksgiving, celebrated in a locale besides one's own home, can be just as sweet. Many University students are packing their bags for Thanksgiving Break, experiencing new places with old friends and enjoying the time off from school by breaking out of their old routines and celebrating the holiday outside of their hometowns. Second-year College student Ali Birouti, after spending last Thanksgiving Break with his sister in Washington, D.C., has decided to join her for another celebration this year in another city. "I'm going to visit my sister in Chicago," Birouti said.
Most University students look forward toThanksgiving Break and eagerly anticipate a turkey dinner with their families.
The sweet aroma of freshly baked pies wafts past the kitchen entryway into the living room. The excited shrieks of younger siblings and cousins as they cheer the participants of this year's Macy's Parade mingle with the voices of aunts, uncles and parents reliving the holidays of past years.
He was around when women weren't allowed to attend the University. He remembered when Memorial Gymnasium used to be the basketball team's home.
Disclaimer: The following story contains a graphic description of bodily juices.My dad, The Bob, has been living a lie for far too long.
This weekend, ladies and gentlemen of the Class of 2006, marks the beginning of the end. On Saturday, we will partake in the very last home football game of our college careers.
Wedding day: A day considered by many to be one of the most important of their lives. People envision this turning point in their lives as taking place in many different ways.
In yet another meaningless competition of celebrity rankings, it was announced this week that Owen Wilson has officially been named "Hollywood's Hottest Bachelor." ... Sorry, Derek Zoolander. The Cavalier Daily reported this week that a U.Va.
Juggling Third-year College student Michael Manning was introduced to juggling at a young age by his dad's high school friend, who gave him a book called, "Juggling for the Complete Klutz" for Christmas.
