Life

Sarah Rosenthal is a first year who doesn't quite meet the status quo. She lives in Brown College, she's majoring in architecture, she juggles and she rides a unicycle to Barracks Road for a little grocery shopping at Harris Teeter. Seven years ago, "Santa" brought Sarah two gifts: a unicycle and a grocery cart "borrowed" from the local Kroger's grocery store. "I'd go on the back porch," Rosenthal said, "and you put the cart in front of you, like a walker for an old person, and you just grab onto the cart and hold on for dear life.

Correction

The Life article, "After immigration, dreaming of education" incorrectly claimed the anonymous author has an "undocumented legal status." Her immigration status is currently "tentative," meaning she is a legal citizen of the United States, but under Virginia law cannot qualify for in-state tuition status.

Happy Mother's Day

The air can be heavy to breathe sometimes. Such is the case when you have bronchitis. There's nothing much you can do about it -- it just sticks to the back of your throat and goes down like oil.

Walk this way ... with caution

Around 10 p.m. on a clear day in April last year, a large sedan hit a student biker at an intersection near the University Medical Center.

Beach week style do's and don'ts: Part deux

The time of joyous frolicking on the Myrtle Beach sand, of soaking up UVA (no pun intended) and UVB rays and of getting crunk (yeah!) is upon us.

New Dorms vs. Old Dorms

When applying to the University, I asked my older brother, who had gone here years before, which dorms I should request.

New Dorms vs. Old Dorms

I realized the stigma of living on Alderman Road early in my first semester when a friend observed, "Oh -- you live in 'New Dorm.'" Au contraire, my confused friend.

Kick-le me, Elmo

Philanthropic events are great, but sometimes it's hard to get students to take time out of their schedules to help others less fortunate.

I wish I were 21

In about a month and a half, I'm turning 20, which is perhaps the most useless birthday ever (besides 22, after which your whole life goes downhill). I'm not a big fan of birthdays, or parties celebrating birthdays for that matter.

The American Struggle

When I arrived at U.Va., everyone was curious to know where I was from and when and how I got here, as if I was some strange being that magically appeared at the University.

Where are my keys? Do-do-do-doo

Yesterday, The Cavalier Daily reported that for its latest efforts to identify problems in off-Grounds housing, the University's "Housing Policy Task Force" received a favorable commendation from the Charlottesville City Council.

After immigration,dreaming of education

Editor's Note: The following perspective was written by a first-year Peruvian University student who asked to remain anonymous because of her pending legal status. I thought of dreams as always being possible to realize, that no matter how many obstacles you have to confront, if you persist, you will achieve your goals.

A Work of Art

A dozen buzzing ele-mentary schoolers nudge each other, edge in and crowd around a black-ink drawing displayed in the University Art Museum.

With a name like

Run a Google search on "Edwin A. Alderman" and the first Web site that appears is the homepage of Edwin A.

Walking toward a cure

Last Friday, the act of walking took on a new meaning for the participants in the University's annual Relay for Life event.

What must a pirate do before he can claim his booty? D-T-aRrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

Michael Jackson once sang, "A-B-C, it's easy as 1-2-3..." If only the lyric applied to three other little letters --

Thank God I'm a Wahoo

If you have ever bitten into a Littlejohn's Wild Turkey Sub late on a Friday night after going out, then you know what I'm talking about. If you have ever been in Scott Stadium on a September afternoon, wearing an orange tie on your head screaming the "Good Ol' Song" at the top of your lungs, then you probably understand. If you know what it feels like to drop your drawers and feel the sweet caress of the autumn air on your bare bottom as you fly toward the statue of Homer, then I think you may have an idea. If you've walked through a warm August thunderstorm in Virginia without an umbrella and looked at the sky; if you've ever driven out to the Shenandoah to look at the stars with your friends; if you've ever worn shorts to class in February, then you've probably said it before: "Thank God I'm a Wahoo." If you insist on calling freshmen at other schools "first years" because you know it sounds cooler; if you've ever roadtripped to UPenn with friends and repeatedly shouted WahooWa in the middle of their campus; if you've ever been to New England in January, then you definitely get the picture. If you've ever left Clemons at four in the morning after finishing a paper to find the streets empty and the night clear, or spent an entire day in Alderman Café without getting anything done because you've been talking with friends. If you've ever spent the afternoon reading a book in one of the Gardens; if you've driven down University Avenue playing Jefferson Starship as loud as your car's stereo will go, then you know what I mean when I say: "Thank God I'm a Wahoo." And maybe you're not involved in 8,000 different organizations.

Each week, the Cavalier Daily asks a student 25 questions and allows him or her to eliminate five of them.

Finding home is no easy walk in the park

My family and I migrated to the United States in 1995 for the same reason most other people do: My parents sought a better future for us.

Party hardy or hardly party?

The weekend: It is the long-awaited break from classes and a chance to unwind from the stress that college life tends to pile on in mountainous heaps.