From football games to frat parties and hypnotism to hangovers, first years across the University have already experienced many things for the first time in their newly-minted college careers. First classes on that Wednesday morning brought bleary-eyed first years in pursuit of higher education out of their dorms at ungodly hours.
So, it's a Saturday night, the game is away this weekend and you and your roommates are picking a place to go out to dinner.
The Lawn was filled with expectant students Wednesday night, eager to check out new a cappella tunes and find their a cappella crush for the year.
Among the worn brick pathways, white columns and freshly seeded Lawn, the wandering eye notices perfectly stenciled white symbols adorning walls and sidewalks.
Academic. Social. Philanthropic. Leadership. Brotherhood and sisterhood. These are some of the top reasons to be Greek, members of the Inter-Greek Council told first-years, transfers and Greeks in attendance at the Greek 101 session last night. Greek Week was supposed to kick off with a barbecue on the Lawn, but that event was cancelled because of inclement weather.
9:00 a.m.Sometime in June The photocopy room is my haven. It is there that I can stare out the tinted window to the Washington, D.C.
Abbey Atwood CLAS III Q: Why do you want a class ring? A: It's a memento from college. Q: Which finger will you wear it on? A: My ring finger on not-my-wedding-ring hand. Q: Do you want gold or silver? A: I am probably going to get white gold because it is more my style. Q: How many karats do you want? A: Probably 14 karats. Q: Which style are you getting? A: I am debating right now between the petite and the small.
Even if you hadn't heard about the Rotunda sing last Wednesday, the masses that systematically descended on the lawn were hard to ignore. Who could resist such an evening?
Feeling the sun's scorching rays nearly burning a hole into the top of your head, sweat annoyingly dripping down your brow, lip and back.
I'm just going to come right out and say it: I hate my brother's girlfriend. (I've been sitting here for the last 20 minutes trying to think of a tactful way of phrasing this fact, but the words "dislike" and "not my favorite person" are euphemisms for the truth: I hate her.) Unfortunately, I have to credit this girlfriend with teaching me an important lesson about boys and girls -- really, the only invaluable and enlightening thing I learned during an excruciatingly long and hot Arizona summer (there is something to be said for detox, however). One might think I should not care so much about "the girlfriend," but my 15-year-old brother and I have an uncommonly good relationship -- to the point where it almost is disgusting how well we get along.
Perfectly placed kitchen chairs that match the place mats and silverware, bedrooms that look like palaces rather than a place to get your daily dose of rest and kitchens that are far more immaculate than the food that is produced within.
The University is the only school in the United States that has ever purchased a slave, according to fourth-year Engineering student Justin Steele said. Steele came across this fact and many others while researching the history of African American students at the University. He will be presenting his findings with fellow fourth-year Engineering student Ermias Abebe on Wednesday at 7 p.m.
"So how was your summer?" "Well, I'd tell you, but I honestly have no idea who the hell you are." This little conversation has been the summation of my past few days, and everyone else's too, I am assuming.
This Saturday, as our own Cavaliers put another seven points on the board against Duke, students' ears registered the typical roar of the crowd, followed by something a little surprising. This Saturday, a note from a trumpet or a beat from a drum did not signal students to cross arms and sway.
With few exceptions, the University of Virginia is still a school of traditional values and social codes. Gentlemen will occasionally hold a door open for a lady or give up their seat on the bus for an elderly person. Women, especially Southern women, still consider it appropriate to wear pearls for every activity from dental fillings to debutante balls. And every polite Virginia student knows it is taboo to utter four-letter words in mixed company. There is one four-letter word in particular that U.Va.
How was your summer?" "What classes are you taking?" "Where are you living?" Finding out where friends will call home for another year in Charlottesville is an inevitable part of August reunions.
Sunday brunch: a meal often forgotten in a college town. Besides those days long ago when we waited in the dining halls for the Belgian waffles to bake, or the rare occasion when Mom and Dad come to visit and the Boar's Head beckons, it's either breakfast or lunch. This past Sunday morning, however, as the lingering effects of a rough Saturday night started to fade, we strolled down Elliewood Avenue.
What's the deal with ISIS? I have been trying to get onto it for the last two days, and it keeps telling me that the maximum number of users has been exceeded.
It's an event you won't want to miss. You'll laugh so hard you may pee your pants. Tonight at 7 p.m.
