Have you ever been asked the question: "If you were stranded on a deserted island and you could bring an unlimited supply of only one type of food, what would it be?" The experts say it should be avocados because those suckers have a lot of vitamins and moisture and stuff like that.
Sunday afternoon, suitcases and backpacks lay strewn about the area surrounding the Amphitheater while students milled about, eating lunch and chatting with one another.
With the influx of a capella spring concerts, each group with its own unique features, some students may be wondering about one group's idiosyncrasy in particular -- the Hullabahoos' multicolored, multi-patterned robes. When the Hullabahoos were formed in 1988, the only other male a capella group on Grounds was the Virginia Gentlemen.
For as long as I can remember, I have never beenwhat you would call an "easy sleeper." Now, before you start to laud me for my sensitivity in caring so much for the fate of the world that I cannot rest my pretty head at night, let me assure you this is not the case.
I want you to pick one article of clothing that encapsulates the present period of your life. Let's see... A pair of Chaco's?
Students at the University can frequently be heard complaining about discussion sections and teaching assistants.
Have you ever questioned why you experience such different stages in your young adult life? Have you wondered if your peers are also experiencing these changes?
Last Tuesday and Wednesday, girls who wanted to be "U.Va's Next Top Model" strutted their stuff in front of a panel of judges. Fourth-year College student Sharisse Barksdale is heading the event.
Fact of the day: In Brazil, thongs are known as "pants," and pants are known as, "Wait, dude, where's your thong?" Dear Andy Griffith, Hey, I was just thinking, maybe you could move the hook for the jail cell keys a couple of feet to the left.
As graduation approaches, fourth years are plagued by the same questions that dominate the thoughts of twentysomethings all over the country: What do I do after college?
If you find yourself losing the battle against your sagging eyelids as your professor's voice seems farther and farther away, perhaps it's time to turn to something more titillating.
On University students' calendars, some weeks are better than others. There are five-day periods that have nothing written on them, which allow students plenty of time to catch up on reading they haven't done yet, go out with friends or generally relax. Other weeks, however, are brimming with assignments, exams and papers.
I don't know what it is about the University atmosphere that promotes a lack of sanitation, but it's as if once we got into college, we suddenly lost all concept of adequate personal hygiene. We inherently know we're not being as clean as we should be, yet somehow we neglect cleanliness anyway.
We drove the 750 miles to St. Louis to watch Louisville win the college basketball national championship.
I like cinnamon rolls. That's why I wish they made, like, a cinnamon roll incense. 'Cause I don't always have time to make a pan.
As a tribute to "Take Back the Night" an event planned by the University groups AWAKE (All Women Attaining Knowledge and Enrichment) and NOW (National Organization of Women), the University Guide Service is giving historical tours entitled "How They Did It: A History of Women at The University" this week. "Take Back the Night" is part of a week-long procession of events which aim to increase awareness within the student body and Charlottesville community about crimes such as sexual assault and dating violence, which culminates in a vigil held on the Downtown Mall.
An air of celebrity flair and Hollywood panache swept over Grounds in a Wilsonian manner Sunday night. The Virginia Film Festival brought Luke Wilson and producer Mark Johnson to the University for the showing of "The Wendell Baker Story," written by Luke and co-directed by Luke and his brother Andrew.
All I really have to say is "I love the tender crisp bacon cheddar ranch." The fact that I've never had one is completely irrelevant; what matters is I've seen Hootie proclaim its glory about 800 times.
For the past 17 years of my academic and social development, I have been surrounded by girls. I went to an all-girls school from pre-kindergarten until I graduated from high school in 2002.
Each week, the Cavalier Daily asks a student 25 questions and allows him or her to eliminate five of them.
