IN FOUR years, I will be caring for patients as a resident physician, and I want the best education available.
THIS WEEKEND'S treacherous snowfall had us trapped indoors for three days, and even though I tried to weather the storm with an outdoor football game and a house-filled fraternity get-together, I eventually gave in to my ominous twenty-seven inch boob tube.
POLITICS may be a good thing, as the slogan of the University's Center for Politics goes, but as the events of the past week show, it remains a nasty business.
FOR THREE years of high school journalism classes I looked forward to my senior block, a shrine of immortality in high school.
WE SAT in the back of the class room, shades drawn and blank index cards resting on our otherwise bare desks.
RECENTLY, the high court in the little country of Belgium made a very big ruling. The Supreme Court of Belgium made its decision about events which occurred in September 1982, in or near the refugee camps known as Sabra and Shatila, in the country of Lebanon.
I SPENT the majority of last week huddled under a sleeping bag, listening to the wind threaten to rip apart our tent and hoping the flashlight wouldn't burn out so I could get some work done.
LAST SATURDAY, the men's basketball game against Duke wasn't the only disappointment at University Hall.
I don't envy the job of a political reporter during election season. Politics is a mean business, and the political reporter has the unenviable task of separating fact from rumor and truth from slander.
As University students begin casting their votes in spring elections today, one issue continues to cast a pall over this year's election process.
Since the passage of U.N. Security Council Resolution 1441 in November, the United States and President Bush have supported weapons inspections in Iraq with the understanding that if results weren't fast and direct, there would be serious consequences.
Last week, the Federal Bureau of Investigation announced a heightened level of terrorist threat, and America braced for attack.
From Rome to Seoul, Johannesburg to Melbourne, people have been calling for peace. As part of a global protest on Saturday, the streets of 150 U.S.
Try to remember back to this past December. After returning to the University from Thanksgiving break you had one week of classes.
Election posters flap in the wind. Chalked messages riddle University sidewalks. University Career Services internship and career e-mails fill our inboxes.
I am in no position to endorse a candidate for Student Council. My knowledge of most of the candidates stems from chalk and fliers, word of mouth, and The Cavalier Daily news page.
WEEK AFTER week, University students either laud the accomplishments or scowl at the failures of our men's basketball and football teams with quick tongues.
"CHOOSE LIFE" is displayed in bright red letters across the bottom of a new license plate, with a pair of two smiling children's faces on the left-hand side.
For the past six Monday nights, millions of Americans have been unified -- not in a war against Iraq or terrorism -- but in a shouting match with the television.
Take heart, Universitystudents and citizens of Charlottesville. You're safe in this town. The bombs of Baghdad, the arsenal of al Qaeda, the nukes from North Korea -- nothing can touch us for we are now a City for Peace.
