To get the ball rolling this week, we start with an e-mail from one of our beloved readers, which continues last week's restroom theme: "Public bathroom etiquette such as the newspaper shuffle or the cough to allow newly arriving public bathroomers to become aware there are other bathroomers in the vicinity is key.
It was one of those days where I didn't get enough sleep; I, in all my inexperienced, Texas stupidity, was underdressed for the fall weather, hadn't eaten since breakfast and after four straight hours of class was on my way to my 6 o'clock discussion.
Twenty-four hours in a day -- and an infinite number of ways to fill them. Today, the Peer Health Educators, along with the Center for Alcohol and Substance Education and F.O.R.C.E., are giving student smokers desiring to quit one purpose to their day: 24 hours of abstinence. The Great American Smoke-Out, which will take place from 12 to 4 p.m.
As the 2003 fall semester comes to a close, many fourth years anxiously are contemplating life after graduation and the dreaded job search that may lie ahead.
As the end of the semester approaches, fourth years celebrate -- and mourn -- many "lasts" for their college careers.
Todd Billet shoots a three pointer at the buzzer to win the game for Virginia. There are a few claps and shouts among the sea of mostly empty bleachers.
We sat back to survey the carnage of our gluttonous, yet oh-so-delectable, feast: Salads composed of lettuces other than Bodo's romaine; authentic Neapolitan wood-fired pizzas with toppings like goat cheese and imported olives; almond cake, baked pears and cannoli (yes, we ordered everything on the dessert menu). My stomach churned at the thought of what I would be doing if I was in Charlottesville at that moment -- a Saturday night 'Progressive,' consuming mystery liquids from those little paper cups they use at the dentist
After a midnight bus ride with Chinese workers to New York, a flight to San Juan that we should have missed, an hour-long van drive to the port of Fajardo and a ferry connection that seemed to move vertically more than horizontally, a white van pulled up to the Dewey pier with italicized cherry letters that read "Playa Flamenco." We had come to Culebra to confirm a rumor: That 17 miles off the eastern coast of Puerto Rico lies an island virtually unknown, alleged to shelter the best stretch of sun-kissed bliss this hemisphere has to hide.
BIOL 121: Human Biology and Disease BIOL 201: Introduction to Biology Q: What brought you to U.Va., and how long have you been teaching here? A: I came here in 1991.
As the winds get stronger and the air gets colder, Thanksgiving is just around the corner. The University bustles with activity and many students are anxious for a much-needed break.
Doctors gave David Bailey six months to live after diagnosing him with a malignant brain tumor. After that July 4, 1996 diagnosis, Bailey left his corporate career to return to singing and performing as he had done earlier in his life, according to his Web site.
First week, first year of college, first discussion section. A simple religion class repeating the basic theological concepts I had been learning continually since birth, but this particular discussion would leave me with a new question I had not yet considered. Many of you may be familiar with the initial meeting of discussions that our beloved University has deemed as "let's-meet-the-other-kids-in-your-class time." My section opted for the traditional truth and lies game, where each student writes down a couple of facts and a couple of falsehoods about themselves and the rest of the class gets to guess what's true and what's not.
The fact that professors wield the pens that will soon ink final grades isn't the only reason students might be seen sweet-talking their teachers for the next few days; This week is also American Education Week. The celebration was begun by The National Education Association and applies to grade schools, high schools and institutions of higher education nationwide.
If you thought that this weekend the Grounds was only affected by the upsetting football loss to Maryland followed by a soccer win, 50 mph winds and huge piles of leaves that surpass Mt.
I have tried to avoid the front page of The Cavalier Daily lately.I see the newspapers neatly stacked at the entrance to Monroe Hall as I come in every morning for my classes. I pass by the stack and walk quickly up the stairs, not letting my eyes catch the front of the paper. In class, when lectures start to drag or my attention wanders, I will reach for other sections of the Cav Daily that were left behind by students in the previous class. I will scan the Sports section for news of a big Wahoo win, or I will check Arts & Entertainment for reviews of a new album. Of course, I also devour the Life page, with its thought-provoking commentaries on student life -- not to mention its clever columnists. But I hesitate before reaching for the front page, and I honestly avoid it when I can. I don't want to see the headlines. As you are all aware, our University community was stunned and saddened by the recent violence that occurred right in our midst.
I want to respond to "Bitchy on Brandon" from last Friday. It's to give them a big "Shut the f*** up" for what they said.
Coke or Pepsi? Blonde or Brunette? In the following informal survey around Grounds, some preconceived opinions were confirmed, while other favorites were proven entirely wrong.
Buongiorno! Only last week Daniel called his mom telling her how much he missed her Italian cooking.
Autumn is here, and things are quiet around Grounds. Now, in the last few weeks of the semester, the work is flowing and the stress is building.
Ihave many archenemies in life: Anne Heche, Carrot Top, Celine Dion, Rocky Five and Green Ketchup, to name a few.But none of these beings hold any true power.
