For most University students, the notion of table tennis (or "ping-pong" as the cool kids call it) is closely associated with another very well known game that involves red plastic cups and yes -- a ping pong ball. The University's Table Tennis Club, however, takes this familiar game much more seriously.
San Franciscans don't really care. Whereas a cabbie in Queens with an Italian flag dangling from his rear-view might insist that he lives in the best damn city on Earth, it's likely that the Mexican-Filipino cable car conductor on Powell Street would quietly go about his business. To accept the tag that San Francisco is the most "European" of American cities, as is done all too often, is shallow.
Second-year College student Rob Sanchez is in a bit of a bind for the upcoming year. He applied to be an Residential Advisor but did not pass the test.
I have reason to believe that rodents are copulating in my oven. In all honesty, I've actually never opened the oven during the five month period that I've lived in my apartment, but that only serves to strengthen my notion.
On a typical weekend night, bar patrons stand amid a crowd, desperately trying to make eye contact with the bartender, hoping to be noticed and served the next drink.
If the 24-hour Dance Marathon scheduled for this weekend sounds a little too intense, try the Indian Student Association's first semiformal this Friday from 8 p.m.
Once upon a time, long, long ago, when the pace of life was slower and children respected their parents and, you know, in general, everything was, um, better than it is now, I joined an after-school Spanish club. We met once a week for an hour and learned such infinitely valuable, life-saving terminology, such as the colors of the rainbow, how to count to 10 and how to name the different parts of the face. Perhaps I was driven by a sense of duty, a sense of the opportunities for a blooming bookworm heroine like me.
Just over Carr's Hill, nestled among fraternity houses and winding driveways of weathered asphalt, is a shell of glass and brick that rises through a forest of leafless trees and looms over a snake of train tracks making its way to Beta Bridge.
My week began with an e-mail from Cole Spencer, director of Student Housing, telling me that next year I will be living on Mars. That is, Copeley. At first I was really excited because of Copeley's proximity to the Law School, the North Grounds Recreation Center and other places that have nothing at all to do with undergraduate life at the University of Virginia.
Studying abroad has become increasingly popular among University students, according to the Office of International Studies Web site, which reports that 1,019 students went abroad during the 2002-2003 academic year. Whether gaping at the Turia in Valencia or enjoying the local cuisine in Shanghai, foreign countries offer new perspectives and opportunities for any interested Wahoo. The International Studies Office will hold informational meetings Tuesdays at 4 p.m.
While many students spent Saturday receiving bids and celebrating with new friends in the Greek system, others remembered old friends and memories from the past. The Theta Chapter of the Alpha Phi Omega co-ed service fraternity celebrated its 75th anniversary Saturday.
The other day, a friend of mine announced that she was going to be the Cavalier Daily's new sex columnist.
Bid Night -- a night surrounded by high expectations and scandalous stories from years past -- once again provided a unique experience this year for all students involved. For some, Saturday night was a chance to bond with new brothers and sisters, a first step toward lifelong friendship.
This Sunday will mark the 38th Super Bowl extravaganza as the Carolina Panthers take on the New England Patriots in Houston, Texas.
Per our review two weeks ago, we decided that we needed to salvage some kind of remembrance of Espresso Royale, namely their brick oven pizzas.
The piercing winter wind freezes the sweat on her T-shirt and burns in her ears. She pushes on for hours, the echo of her feet against the pavement creating a rhythmic beat that reverberates through the dense morning fog. The same chilled air cuts through his sweatshirt as he walks out of the Aquatic Fitness Center toward O-Hill dining hall, exhausted after swimming miles of laps in the pool. These two individuals are related in more than one way.
Um, yes, I have a question for hot Heather. Is your name Jennifer or Kelly? -- Intoxicated boy I don't know what's up with Metro Center lately, but it's looking great.
There really is no reason to hate date functions. Free alcohol, lots of friends and a chance to change location for a night (unless you are frequenting Down Under for the fifth time in one week) are all reasons to love the date function dynamic.
All right, so maybe I was a little harsh on the cold last week, only focusing on the negatives. Being the optimist I am, I decided there's got to be some positives, right?
If you've ever wanted to experience a new culture that has nothing to do with your own, if you are ready to challenge the hypothesis that discrimination doesn't exist, if you notice a lack of diversity of thought in your social bubble, or if you've never in your life been in the minority, this is your chance.
