Talking back to his mother and disrespecting teachers were outlets in which Jason, a middle school student, could release his confusion and frustration.
Somewhere between my fourth and fifth coconut-fried shrimp, I realized I was in over my head. As I stood at the Biltmore on Tuesday night, listening to a presentation on an investment bank in Manhattan and eating seafood appetizers like it was my job, I started to understand how real and how scary this "job thing" is. On the surface, it doesn't look so bad.
It's about togetherness. It's about sharing. It's about making a positive difference in the lives of others. With the holiday season just around the corner, Madison House's Holiday Sharing program is the perfect way to add a little spirit to an already joyful time of year. By recruiting the help of individuals and groups from the University and Charlottesville area, the program aims to make the holidays special for less fortunate families in the Charlottesville-Albemarle area. Families range from two to eight members, and sponsors can make contributions individually or in a group, said first-year Architecture student and Holiday Sharing volunteer Adrienne Hicks. Besides working with the Salvation Army to find needy families, Holiday Sharing volunteers also are in charge of recruitment, matching sponsors with families and distributing holiday packages.
Impractical. It's a word that many College students get slapped with. For example, psychology, English and religious studies are majors supposedly lacking in resume worthiness and ample career opportunities. Everyone knows the good jobs are in the business world.
In mid-November 1836, the faculty banned the Student Military Company because of its dangerous potential.
Daniel McNamara is on the lookout. Even on slow Wednesday night, he's checking for fake IDs and watching the line outside Buddhist Biker Bar. If you want to get in the door, you'll have to get past his poker-face gaze.
"People need to stop doing drugs because you can't hook up when you do the drugs. And you know what?
Careful! Don't listen to the Chik-Fil-A cow at the Newcomb Hall Pav. You know what cow we're talking about.
Yesterday a streaming line of anxious students snaked its way out of the Newcomb Hall Ballroom, along the third-floor corridor and sometimes out the double doors and into the cool wind of autumn. It rivaled a line emanating from a woman's bathroom during the intermission of a Final Four basketball game.
Should I cut my hair?" I asked my best guy friend in high school. There was no pause in the conversation, no moment of contemplation.
Have you thanked your cafeteria lady lately? Despite occasional complaints about long lines and repetitive food, first years know they couldn't survive without Observatory Hill Dining Hall and its staff. Last Saturday, a group of first years demonstrated their appreciation by declaring an O-Hill Appreciation Day, marked by a "wall of appreciation" in the dining hall. Four first-year students got the idea as part of a group project for their University seminar. "It was a loving kindness project," first-year College student Erin Dorsey said.
First of four articles exploring the value of cultural communications and those who cross racial boundries. To an outsider, a Black Voices rehearsal might look like chaos.
Q: How do you align yourself politically? A: Democrat. Q: Who did you vote for? A: I voted for Richards. Q: Why did you vote for her? A: I'm a Democrat.
Trekking 30 minutes outside of Charlottesville along scenic back roads lined with trees bursting with fall color, Madison House volunteers arrive at the entrance to the Fried family farm where grazing cows greet them.
When I visited my family two weekends ago, I offered to help my younger brother Mike pick up some new dress clothes for his high school homecoming dance.
After several months of publicity, yesterday's elections had students running to the polls and their mailboxes to cast their vote. Of course, at the top of the priority list lies the referendum to pass the General Obligation Bond.
My number was up. After several hours of sitting on a cold, hard, metal bench, it was finally my turn to speak to someone.
On Sunday mornings, the comics came out to play -- huge, half-page, in-living-color spreads of "Garfield," "Calvin and Hobbes" and "Peanuts." We ripped open plastic, struggled with pages so obviously not made for miniature arms, and laughed at the little slices of imagined life neatly begun and ended within allotted spaces.
Chair, Department of Classics LATI 716: Roman Religion and Latin Literature Q: What was your educational path to the University of Virginia?
A flurry of students unsure about how to answer the "What's your major?" question roamed the Majors Fair yesterday.
