The man in the coonskin cap with the Bic pen wants $11 bills but you've only got 10s. You're confused. The week of class registration rolls on, which of course means that a whole other year of what was supposed to consist of academic achievement and extracurricular success has rolled off the hands of the clock and fallen flat into your fading memory.
Thinking of the usual ways students here spend their time together, certain patterns emerge in my mind.
Even though the spring weather keeps students guessing about what to wear everyday, they can take solace in knowing the frequent warm days signal the approach of the school year's end.
Picture this. It's finally a nice day here in the 'Ville, and you decide to go running -- big shocker.
They're taking over. Everywhere I turn, they're on flip-flops, headbands, shirts, bras, pants, belt loops, even watches.
You see them everywhere. They are worn in the warm days of the spring with a pair of khakis or in the dead of winter underneath fleece pants.
What's all the hullabaloo about the Hullabahoos? The a cappella group has been generating a lot of attention recently.
First off, this week's award for awesomeness goes to the house on 14th Street, around the low 200s, that has added the letters Pi Omega Omega to their porch.
It was 7 p.m. Monday evening, and I was injecting Dr Pepper into my veins and popping M&M's like they were candy, after that whole Daylight Savings change threw me out of whack.
There exists a common perception that bad things only happen to other people. This weekend, the residents of Sadler Court Apartments on 14th Street found out that this statement doesn't always ring true.
"How do you say your last name?" My new younger brother inquires in heavy Chilean Spanish (a dialect of its own). "Quillian," I reply. "Cu
Disclaimer: I am fully aware that most of you possess tales of terror, or at least whiny complaints, about your respective Charlottesville apartments.
"TheExamination period had always been a time of turbulency and strife -- a strange mixture of real scholastic endeavor and of genuine hell-raising.
The first time I set foot in Japan, I was five years old. My parents and I had a brief layover at the Tokyo airport.
I used to be a girl with a plan, and everything was very predictable. I had the "be well-rounded plan" that necessitated playing sports and music throughout high school, the "go to the University of Virginia plan" and the "study abroad in Italy plan." It all went very smoothly, from acceptance to this fine institution all the way through Italian 202.
Eats, sweets and idle feats Whirling dervishes and belly-dancers are past tense in Istanbul. Yet it is commonly said that Turks have an identity crisis in which tradition is in constant conflict with more cosmopolitan sensibilities.
"April is the cruellest month." T.S. Eliot wrote that. I mean. I think he did. I mean. I really don't know much about poetry if that's what you're thinking.
By Michelle Jamrisko Cavalier Daily Associate Editor Assuming cold April weather doesn't kill the spring mood -- or the newly planted flowers -- a wealth of new landscaping projects may soon provide a fresh look on Grounds. Facilities Management Superintendent of Landscape Rich Hopkins said the landscaping projects around Grounds are "endless" and the staff is currently focused on preparing the Lawn for commencement exercises. "That explains the ropes and stakes on the Lawn," he said.
"Even the most passionate man will go crazy in this city," wailed cab driver Abdullah Ayaz as he stomped on the accelerator, swiped the shopping bag of a pedestrian and shot a glance at his crowded rear-view mirror.
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