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.
What does every college student like better than music? Free music. In recent years students turned to Napster for a solution to avoid paying top dollar for new CDs by artists like J.Lo and U2.
By Josie Roberts Cavalier Daily Life Editor On yesterday's damp morning, stars and stripes flew over a new part of Charlottesville, cementing one man's resolve to hang the U.S.
Blank walls seem boring Now that you're finally free from the move-in mania of unpacking and finally settled into the fatiguing grind of classes, it's time to take the next step in living on your own: decorating. From 9 p.m.
L ast weekend I was sitting in my room attempting to throw a hand saw in the air and catch it without amputating more than two of my fingers, when my friend, neighbor and local third-grade student teacher, Kate, proposed an alternative activity (mainly because it was her hand saw, and she didn't want blood on it). "Let's go to the Albemarle County Fair," she said in a tone of voice with far more excitement than the idea warranted.
The red brick and white trim facade of 109 East Jefferson Street welcomes massage therapy clients and political refugees. On a breezy Tuesday morning the antebellum-style porch that adorns the building hosts a small group of ESL (English as a Second Language) students - recently arrived Afghani refugees.The class is one of many avenues through which refugees receive aid from the Charlottesville branch of the International Rescue Committee. Volunteer teacher Ken Reagle twists around in his chair to sketch something on the dry-erase board propped up behind him.
Rolling hills surrounding beautiful academic grounds. Used bookstores, outdoor concerts, intelligence and bacchanal around every corner.
By Kelly King Cavalier Daily Associate Editor Ninety-nine cents - it's the American way.
The names line the walls of Garrett Hall like veterans on a war memorial. And in a way, they are a memorial to a group of exceptional University students who have won the battle for fellowships. Housed in the same dark wood that panels the rest of Garrett Hall's Common Room, black marble plaques with the names of past winners engraved in white face each other over leather sofas and hardwood floors.
After 16 years of textbooks, term papers and exams, fourth-year students have reached the beginning of the end.
