By Laura Good Cavalier Daily Associate Editor Medical doctors are known for their reception of fame, glory and of course, money.
S trolling out of Observatory Hill Dining Hall with full stomachs, or even fuller carry-out boxes, a small audience of diners often gathers near the bulletin board plastered with yellow suggestions slips. "We typically stop and review the comment cards about three times a week or whenever updated," first-year College student Carrie Keefe said.
By Lauren Akselrod Cavalier Daily Associate Editor Salmagundi, the Film and Media Society's annual film festival, will give University students something that won't let their eyes wander tonight. "This is a chance to give local film makers a chance to screen their work to the public and get something back from the work they put into their films," said fourth-year College student Carlos Marulando, the president of FMS. FMS is an organization for people who are interested in making and editing films. "We are here to encourage students to explore film as a form of art or as a media of expression," Marulando said. The club sponsors several projects throughout the year, but the Salmagundi show is their biggest one. This year, Apple Computers is sponsoring the event, and one filmmaker will win a computer.
F or fourth-year Engineering student Evan Edwards, a bee sting or insect bite could be fatal. A hint of peanuts in a candy bar or a late-night snack of eggs at IHOP could be traumatic. Edwards, along with an estimated 43 million Americans, suffers from anaphylaxis, a food and insect bite allergy that is only treatable with a dose of epinephrine, a form of adrenaline that stabilizes victims until they can make it to the hospital. Currently, epinephrine is injected in an emergency situation by a pen-like apparatus.
T his is the second to last humor column of my college career. Tragically, that means I only have two columns left to speak to my vast array of die-hard fans (meaning they're fans of the movie "Die Hard," not of me). Painfully, it also means I have but two columns left for which The Declaration can make fun of me.
P rior to our dinner Monday night, "Sweetbones" was merely a term of endearment we reserved for one another.
By Alexandra Valint Cavalier Daily Associate Editor The cinema industry may have their glitzy Academy Awards and music may boast about the Grammy Awards but the international a cappella community has the Contemporary A Cappella Recording Awards.
I 'm about to meet Bono, the singer for the world-famous band U2, and I can't help but think that I'm going to flub it somehow.
Last December a Charlottesville man needed to find a home for six unwanted kittens. Looking over the small creatures, he noticed something curious about one of them: it was born without eyes.
It is difficult not to look past the arrival of spring and see the signs of summer: flip-flops, watermelons, internships, action movies and popsicles are everywhere. But for every pair of Reefs I see and every summer blockbuster released, I'm reminded that this season often brings its share of dilemmas. The name of the game is summer sublets, folks.
My dad's not exactly a trendy sort of guy. In his world, nobody needs to get funkier than a polo shirt, and no tie should have a color spectrum more diverse than red or navy.
This weekend, law students from across the country will have the chance to release a little of their stress at the 19th Annual Virginia Law Softball Invitational. The tournament is run by the North Grounds Softball League, an organization made up of the many softball enthusiasts at the University Law School. This year, the tournament will host 90 teams from more than 50 different law schools, including Harvard, Yale and the University of Chicago and from as far away as San Diego, Calif. The organizers believe it may be the oldest and largest graduate-student athletic event in the nation. "The U.Va.
My most memorable, and physically exhausting, experience while I studied abroad in Beijing, China was one hellish train ride during the National Day Fall Break.
In the past, the University has made it on the cover of US News and World Report. It has been heralded as a fine institution of higher learning and student self-governance.
It's one of those days. You're rushing off to class, head down, hands in pockets and thoughts of midterms dancing in your head.
In a colorful and enchanting Chinese Buddhist ritual rarely seen in the West, Buddhist monks and nuns performed the "Rite of Universal Liberation" in Newcomb Hall Ballroom Saturday. This is the first time that such a ritual ever has been performed at an American university. "Generally, Chinese Buddhists believe that this ritual is able to alleviate the suffering of all creatures," said Hun Lye, a doctoral candidate and graduate instructor in religious studies.
Not every party begins and ends in Charlottesville - some could lead you to the home of the King. This year's Third-Year Council Suitcase Party includes raffle prizes, food, entertainment and an all-expense paid trip to Memphis, Tenn. But more importantly, the event provides University students with the opportunity to benefit United Support: The Community Foundation Against Domestic Violence.
Doctors Robert Brown and David Snyder sit together with businessman Stephen Roszel at a candlelit table in Brown's spacious and classically decorated home. They eat grilled chicken Caesar salads prepared by Brown's wife, and discuss the status of their course at the University with a peculiar mix of enthusiasm and concern. These men, along with a group of carefully selected teaching assistants, are responsible for EDHS 482, better known as Mental Health. Since the course's inception in the 1960s, students have listened to Brown, a clinical professor of psychiatric medicine, lecture, as well as hear first hand accounts from some of his patients.
The flier is an open invitation. "All we ask of you is an open mind, as we will take pleasure in doing the rest and providing this thing we call 'food for your soul.'" It's a Friday night in February, but the arctic cold doesn't penetrate to the upstairs room of the Starr Hill Music Hall where tightly packed listeners eagerly divide their attention between the poet onstage and scanning the stylishly dressed crowd around them.
By Alexandra Valint Cavalier Daily Associate Editor Suppose you spend almost a year researching your thesis for your undergraduate research project, a combination of computer science and anthropology, and the final product simply lies in some obscure corner of a library, quietly collecting dust.
