A few weeks ago, I nearly killed myself with imagined illnesses. I gave myself an ulcer, a hernia, liver cancer, schizophrenia and hemorrhoids within the span of five days. I didn't consider the combination of recent alcohol intake, malnutrition and lack of sleep in my diagnoses.
Each week, the Cavalier Daily asks a student 25 questions and allows him or her to eliminate five of them.
When Fat Joe hit the airwaves recently as part of MTV's notorious Spring Break programming, the rapper seemed confused.
Jonathan Safran Foer arrived at the Charlottesville-Albemarle Airport the Sunday morning after the Virginia Festival of the Book, casually dressed in jeans and a gray button-toothed coat.
SPRING: Hey, Winter, it's almost April, now get the hell out of here and let a real man take over. WINTER: You trippin', Spring?
As most students were sitting in their classes, teachers were trying to capture the attention of their students and a high school security guard had another day of watch, an armed sixteen-year-old student entered the Red Lake High School grounds Monday afternoon with deadly intentions. Jeff Weise took his grandfather's gun and bullet-proof vest and ended the lives of a security guard and a handful of students, as well as shooting his grandparents to death before leaving the house.
Ihave a confession: I'm from Utah. Not only that, but as far as I know, I'm one of only two U.Va.
Iwas one of those sad children in the cafeteria who had a whole-wheat bread peanut butter sandwich (crusts on!), an apple, carrot sticks and 100% Minute Maid apple juice for lunch.
Spring is here. There are fun activities to take part in, a plethora of parties and, of course, Foxfield Races.
A quick glance at any bulletin board around Grounds gives a taste of University life: concerts, meetings, plays, lectures, the list goes on.
A couple of weeks ago I talked about mydesire to change my name to "EricFunningham." Just keeping everyone posted, I've decided against pursuing this further.
Our generation has a habit of quoting every movie we see. Every Simpsons episode, every Seinfeld, every 30 minutes of Friends and South Park we absorb, we regurgitate at appropriate or inappropriate times. What's arguably more interesting than this phenomenon are the reactions of our peers.
By Michelle Jamrisko Cavalier Daily Life Editor Fifth-grade teacher Maureen Matty proudly posed with her 11-year-old Travis Tucker autograph for a photo printed in Tucker's local hometown newspaper.
Third-year Engineering student Jacosta Silvers has morning sickness, and she doesn't expect it to end any time soon.
Sitting in the waiting room of Planned Parenthood, Megan sipped a cup of juice and ate peanut butter crackers.
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Each week, The Cavalier Daily asks a student 25 questions and allows him or her to eliminate five of them.
After studying at the University of Chicago without a minute of journalism experience under his belt, Jacob Dallal left the windy city for the shores of the Red Sea.
To the casual observer, Small Hall is just another building filled with computer labs. But if one should happen to locate and descend the stairwell in the back corner, one would discover something quite different. There, in the dusty depths, a team of students are putting together a vehicle they intend to race in a competition this summer. The thought of a car race may immediately conjure up images of the checkered flag, the adoring fans, the rev of the engines, but the car actually is solar-powered.
When I first started writing this column, the editors asked me to come up with something original, new and edgy.
