Take a Hike
By Katherine Hunter | September 3, 2003Feeling the sun's scorching rays nearly burning a hole into the top of your head, sweat annoyingly dripping down your brow, lip and back.
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.
Jonathan Hilliard has too much light in his room.On one of his four walls, daylight streams through the blinds from outside.On the opposite wall, light shines through from the hallway.
Skipping the usual mug of coffee in the morning, you grab a bottle of water and hope a little H2O is enough to ward off droopy eyes.
Meeting new people, getting lost and getting advice from all corners -- the joys of being a first year.
Excited voices soared and the salty small of hot-dogs filled the air yesterday evening at the annual Jewish Hillel Center's barbeque. "We've been doing the barbeque for as long as anyone can remember," said third-year Commerce student and Hillel Jewish Student Union President, Becca Klimpl.
It's 24 hours. It's three square meals. It's cartoons, soaps and then a night of Must See TV. No matter how it's defined, it all adds up to one day -- a mere blink in one's life. I admit it, I take most days for granted -- if not every day.
Myra Franklin knows how much work it takes on the part of how many people to get a kid all the way through school and into college. "I'm cognizant of the fact that I didn't get here by myself," Franklin said. The fourth-year College student and president of the Black Student Alliance says she was fortunate to have friends and role models who gave her guidance as she grew up. Now she is taking advantage of an opportunity to return the favor: The University Community Relations Office's "Day in the Life" program. The program pairs students at Charlottesville's Buford Middle School who show the academic potential to reach college with University students who are eager to help them get there. Through spending time with these college students and getting an idea of what college life is like, the program hopes to inspire middle schoolers to stay on the academic track they need through high school to get into college. The program is also an inspiration for many of the volunteers. "I'm happy knowing that someone is going to achieve more than they would have, just from being in contact with me," Franklin said. Loren Intolube-Chmil and Marlene Lewis, two Americorps volunteers who work with the program through Volunteers in Service to America (VISTA), both said they are similarly inspired by their commitment to kids. Lewis is a retired District of Columbia educator.
The first years won't even know how good they've got it. In a campus covered in construction, students will get to enjoy one updated University institution -- three new University Transit Service buses. According to David J.
OutDaFace Productions, a new group out of Ridgewood, Queens, put forth a strong first effort on their self-titled debut compilation album.
Today is July 31. The first day of class is only 27 days away. Let's put that into perspective a little more; the first class of the 2003 fall semester is less than 650 hours from now.