Every year around this time, I look at my calendar and try to figure out how I'm going to make up everything I'm missing for Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, the two holiest days of the Jewish year. Rosh Hashanah begins tonight, so fortunately only Yom Kippur actually falls on a weekday this year, Monday, Oct.
Coke and Pepsi -- the dominating forces of the soda industry -- have battled for the favor of soda drinkers for decades.
Before we begin this week, we must first pay homage to perhaps the best commercial of the summer, and easily one of the greatest of all time: This chick's rockin' your bro on the dance floorBut she's towing an anchorA junior investment bankerWho's talking about herself and not much moreOh oh ohhhhSo buy her a beerIt's the reason you're hereMighty WingmanYou're taking one for the teamSo your buddy can live the dreamWINNNNNGGMMAAANNNNNNNNNNNN Here's to the Wingman Coors Light. And now for this week's ramblings, to the tune of The Princess Bride: 4Bow to the Queen of Slime, the Queen of Filth, the Queen of Putrescence.
It's being sparked by Enrique Iglesias or Ricky Martin to live 'la vida loca' every Thursday, Friday and Saturday.
For the amount of complaining we girls do about guys -- whether it be the morning after conversation with our girlfriends or the multiple books targeted to assist us in our woes -- I have discovered in my 19 years of life and six of dating that maybe these guys deserve more credit than we give them.
I have a calling in life. No, I'm not joining a convent or teaching English in Malaysia, but the voices tell me my duty is just as important: To create a national dance movement. The life-changing moment occurred this summer, when I was sharing a bottle of white wine with my best friend while we perused one of those insanely irrelevant, girly, coffee table books entitled The Bad Girl's Handbook to Having Fun.
Few people have witnessed the University's changes over the decades like Dorothy Mae Harris, Phi Kappa Psi fraternity's 77-year-old cook. She can recall the dress code when the University required males to wear khaki pants and ties, only donning casual shorts when they were headed to Memorial Gym to work out.
Sitting at the very back of the Chemistry auditorium, it often can be hard to hear your professor's lecture, let alone discern his or her exact facial features.
There is nothing like the smell of a New York City subway. Walk 13 steps beneath the sidewalk on the first hot day in May and the odor will change your life.
Dangerous Slip-and-Slide "The hurricane was a rather painful experience for me," third-year College student Kate Malay said.
Across 1. Christmas story opener 5. Object of worship 9. Body part 14. Muscle relaxant? 15.
Students from all backgrounds will come together tonight to participate in "U.Va. in 20/20, how is your vision?," a program sponsored by the Minority Rights Coalition and Student Council. The Coalition is comprised of the Asian Student Union, the Black Student Alliance, the Latin Student Union, the National Organization for Women and the Queer Student Union. Third-year College student Katy Shrum, president of the University chapter of the National Organization for Women, said the purpose of the Coalition is to build community and to help students realize that all oppression is interrelated. M.
Just shoot me in the sinus with a Prozac-laced blow dart already, because I've had enough.The Hilton sisters absolutely destroy me.
Hurricane Isabel came and went this weekend, leaving behind her a trail of downed trees, flooded roads and pools of candle wax.
Icome from a preppy public school about 15 minutes outside of one of the most conservative cities in the country -- our nation's capital: Washington, D.C.
It is a biologist's office -- there can be no doubt about that. Textbooks line the walls -- "Embryology," "Developmental Biology," "Genetics," among many others.
Streaking is a University tradition, but not many students would expect to be belligerently jogging in the buff down Main Street at age 30 with a jiggling beer gut and a receding hairline.
Move-in day: After a long day of carrying all the necessary equipment a first-year student needs for survival (laundry basket, sheets and a poster showing the many different kinds of cocktails one can make with orange juice), the exhausted 18 year olds sit in a circle around their RA. As they move from person to person, participating in the often cheesy ice breakers, they exchange names.
Like the enigmatic odor of the Castle, there is a cryptic tale that wafts from the mouths of the ramen noodle-praising first years.
Whether or not they choose to admit it, many University students take Joe Raposo's advice to heart.
