Rah rah: When it comes to hardcore college living, the University is on top
By Abby Fifer | November 3, 1999After visiting friends at several universities during the past few weeks, I now realize why the University is so highly regarded.
After visiting friends at several universities during the past few weeks, I now realize why the University is so highly regarded.
Pack your bags Two lucky students will be making some short-term travel plans tomorrow.
A sign hanging in Eugene Mitchell's home reads, "Let your failures motivate you to become more diligent and to achieve victory." For Mitchell, a former homeless drug addict, the fact that he has a wall to hang a sign is just as motivating as the powerful message. "About six years [ago] I got involved in crack cocaine and it took me out," Mitchell said. The struggle with addiction led Mitchell down a path of hunger and homelessness, which ended when he decided to become part of the solution instead of the problem. "You need to realize that feeling sorry for yourself don't do no good," he said.
Burn, baby burn Running enthusiasts looking to get in touch with nature participated in the Blue Ridge Burn-10K Saturday morning. The 6.2-mile race was organized by Blue Ridge Outdoors magazine. Although no ghosts or goblins were seen, a few runners came in costume, including a runaway bride and a red devil. Winding up and down the forest of Walnut Creek Park, most runners found the 6.2-mile all-terrain course challenging. For a few unlucky individuals, roots and rocks were unavoidable, leading to some nasty spills.
You open your window and check to see if you'll need to wear duck boots and your winter coat or if you can wear your favorite faded T-shirt and ripped jeans.
This past weekend most of you no doubt acted like deadly beasts, cartoon characters, pimps and prostitutes.
Uncle Tom's Web site Movies have world premieres even though most will be out on video in the U.S.
All seemed normal in the lush countryside and bustling, crammed towns of Ireland on the morning of Aug.
At this time of year, most first-year students have settled into their new surroundings. Gone are the stresses of unpacking, meeting hall-mates and navigating unfamiliar territory.
Smashing pumpkins Rather than merely celebrating Halloween Friday and Saturday nights, University Union hopes to convince students to head to the Ruffner parking lot Sunday afternoon from noon to 4 p.m.
It was 1955, and then-fourth-year College student Peter Levinson realized he had been born too late - the age of big band jazz was over.
It takes guts. Some people sweat and cry. But the temptation is overwhelming to try the Native Thai Sauce, listed as Very HOT in the menu, when visiting the Thai '99 Restaurant on Fontaine Avenue. Opened Aug.
I blame my mother for the sickening breadth of knowledge I possess when it comes to Easy Listening Artists.
Melvin Tolson, a poet who wrote during the turbulent Civil Rights Movement, challenged the traditional view of black art as a medium for social change by writing poetry that was not confined to a solitary theme.
'Hoos in the hall? Bruce Hornsby will be among the entertainers performing tomorrow at "Hoos In the Hall," an event designed to introduce the women and men's basketball teams. The event tips off at 8 p.m.
Until this year, I always assumed that road rage was confined to those who actually drive. I now realize this assumption is incorrect.
Brother on a pole Don't be surprised if you see a University student sitting up on a pole this week on Rugby Road. Pi Lambda Phi fraternity is holding its eighth annual fund raising event for the Charlottesville Sexual Assault Resource Agency.
What do 1,400 doughnuts, 10,000 pounds of apples, 800 McDonald's hamburgers, 10 large Domino's pizzas, a thousand Wal-Mart dollars, 500 Christmas cards, hundreds of better-off children, clean communities, innumerable cans of food and thousands of Wahoo volunteers add up to?
Participating in activities on Mr. Jefferson's fabled Lawn is just another of the many special opportunities that make up the University experience.
A woman with fluffed blonde hair sits in the corner office of the Creative Writing Department. She gets up, moves around the cluttered office piled high with papers and passes a shelf stuffed with books of poetry -- Pablo Neruda, Elizabeth Bishop, along with various anthologies.