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.
You know you've seen them. The plethora of wide-eyed people walking around Grounds clutching Mincer's bags, eagerly talking in large groups and staring at maps searching for Cabell Hall (pronounced, however, as though it rhymed with "rebel" rather than "drabble"). They are the ones you and your friend chuckle at quietly because they don't look like they quite fit in at U.Va.
Moneen claims to have named themselves after a beautiful French girl. Hmmmmm
Incoming first year Tierra Easter said she never originally thought she'd be attending the University of Virginia. "I didn't want to apply to U.Va.
When exactly does life begin? It seems to be a vague, philosophical question, but the impetus to solidify an answer has become increasingly vital in political debates concerning the legality of abortion.
As senior year of high school approached, one of my best guy friends completely swore off applying to east coast schools based on "many first-hand accounts" that the girls on the Atlantic were "not so hot." Appalled, yet twistedly fond of his egomaniac tendencies, I laughed and asked, "How can you believe such a myth, and what makes you think the girls back East would go for your skater shoes, sagging skater shorts and crusty skater hair, charming as they all may be?" He turned to me, and with an exaggerated look of exasperation and responded, "What was the moral of Avril Lavigne's 'Sk8r Boi'?! No, really, it's not whether the myth is true or false, it's simply the fact that it exists that freaks me out." [I recognize the absurdity of this statement, but the fact of the matter is that this was the boy who sought a continuation of high school -- the good ol' University of Arizona.
