As the cool nighttime breeze filters through your dorm room window, you can faintly hear it. One voice begins and slowly turns into a harmonic blend of a cappella pitches as more voices join in, filling the late summer air. You immediately abandon your studies and rush outside with your friends to join the crowd outside your dorm.
Witness the two sides of greater Charlottesville. Past the fraternities and sororities of Rugby Road are homes the average University student might never see.
By Julie Hofler Cavalier Daily Associate Editor New York band to play at Beta for relief fund If the Alderman stacks don't sound like the best way to spend a beautiful Saturday afternoon, try an outdoor concert that will benefit charities.
I used to be befuddled as to why on earth college girls ecstatically smooched Bob Barker as if he were a game-show god when they only had won a lousy living-room ensemble.
Although the purple monkey may have been cute and cuddly, first-year Nursing student Arianna Garcia could not figure out how to remove the obnoxious creature from her computer screen.
Firing up for fundraising Wielding a black and yellow firefighter's boot, Third Year Council member Papya Ray shouted across the lawn: "Firefighters' relief fund!
NEW YORK - Cindy Guan. Age: 25. Height: 5-2. Weight: 110 pounds. 86th floor of WTC 2. Saranya Srinuan.
Alderman hosts Constitution Week talk There is an eerie symbolism in the 9-1-1 nuance of last week's terrorist attacks Sept.
A brotherhood united As members of New York City's police and fire departments continue to work around the clock at ground zero in the dauntless search for survivors, one University group has stepped in, hoping to aid in the disaster relief. Beginning yesterday at noon, the brothers of Delta Upsilon fraternity began hosting a drive for food, clothing and supplies to support the rescue effort in response to the recent tragedy in New York City and to aid those left homeless by the disaster. "We have a lot of guys from New York in our house and a lot of people were intimately affected by the events," said Ben Brunjes, a third-year College student and Delta Upsilon's vice-president.
Did you hear?" Yes. We all did. The first sound was a knock on the bedroom door - soft, tentative - as though it could simultaneously wake the intended person while allowing the other roommate to sleep. Next, the voice inside your own head: It's only 9:30 a.m.
R adios. This morning everyone had their radios on. Listening for news. At lunch we left clinic and went to our office.
NEW YORK - Three inches of soot still sat on the hood of the car, now a heap of shredded metal, six blocks from where the World Trade Center towers collapsed Tuesday.
Right next door to Crozet Pizza and nestled in a shopping center in the shadow of the Blue Ridge is a delightful restaurant called Jarman's Gap.
I left the Fairview Park Marriott in Falls Church, Va. where I had a meeting at 8 am. Driving toward my firm in Georgetown, the traffic on Interstate 66 at 9:55 was not too bad, although I picked up my cell phone to inform my office I would not make it back for a 10 a.m.
Walking by the Lawn just two days after the infamous terrorist attack, you may have noticed fellow students donning red, white and blue ribbons on shirt pockets and collars.
WASHINGTON Never has a gas station seemed so important. A place that was just two days ago a run-of-the-mill Citgo Mini-Mart catering to Pentagon employees and officials is now host to a sea of television vans, their cables pointing skyward like spindly fingers toward the gaping - and still smoldering - hole in the world's largest office building. The infamous United aircraft that veered on a 270 degree course out of Dulles Airport smashed through three of the five rings of the Pentagon on Tuesday.
PHOTOS BY REBEKKA SPROUSE CAVALIER DAILY O, Say Can You See From the gigantic star-spangled banner draped on St.
Were your thoughts with family and friends in Washington or New York City Tuesday? Will the events be sealed in your memory forever?
As the charred and ruined visages of disaster unraveled hundreds of miles to the north, students and Charlottesville residents waited in long lines.
At 8 a.m., the alarm goes off. You pull on your shorts, your running shoes. Outside, the morning is fresh and the city yawns into early blueness.
