LAST YEAR, I was given one of the best opportunities of my life. And I almost didn't take it. It was just after midterms, and I was up to my ears in Sociology and Shakespeare when I got a phone call from one of my editors.
IT'S HOT. I'm in the middle of a Washington summer heat wave. I'm wearing a suit, and I have a 45-minute commute ahead of me on the Metro.
WITHOUT doubt, the best restroom on Central Grounds is on the south side of Minor Hall. Single stall.
IT SEEMS wrong for me to give advice to incoming first years. I don't have enough life on me to be handing out pearls of wisdom, to act as if I know something special.
PEOPLE OF the University: It pleases us to announce the formation of a new secret society at the University, the 12 Society. You see, the way it happened was this--we (there were 12 of us, of course) were sitting around on Monday (July 12th), and we figured it would be really cool to form a secret society.
LAST TIME I checked, the Brooklyn Bridge wasn't on the real estate market. Yet every time I turn around, it seems some TV executive is trying to sell it to me.
IF I SCRATCH the cobwebs from my mind, I think I can remember back to that warm spring afternoon before my first year of college.
FIRST year is still vividly engrained in my mind: the new people and room, the late nights and the bad food.
THIS IS for all the sweaty half-shaven men who like to sit around gas stations and gawk at young girls: Get a life, because we are. In Arizona, women hold the top five elected offices in the state.
SEVERAL years ago, the Faculty Senate--chaired at the time by Prof. Jahan Ramazani--started an initiative that was termed, in its broadest sense, "Intellectual Community." By that we meant to focus on what is at the core of the University experience, what in our judgment makes U.Va.
I HAVE heard people say that the only constant in this world is change. But when it comes to the constants of childhood--the way things were when you were a kid--change is as welcome a houseguest as your Aunt Edna, who can't stop pinching your cheeks as if you were five years old. Most students go to college with the knowledge of looming adulthood, but take the strong stance that they will not be shaken from the foundations that make up who they are.
PEOPLE of the University: It pleases us to announce the formation of a new secret society at the University, the 12 Society. You see, the way it happened was this--we (there were 12 of us, of course) were sitting around on Monday (July 12th), and we figured it would be really cool to form a secret society.
About half way through last week's column "Race nationalism serves no purpose," Michael Clarkson makes the very astute claim that racial "nationalism" creates racial "unity." This is probably accurate.
OCCASIONALLY, I make the mistake of believing that this country will one day reach some kind of sane equilibrium with respect to racial issues.
AMOST 25 years ago I wrote a commentary for The Cavalier Daily that introduced me to Bob Canevari and changed the course of my life.
The Atlantic Ocean sometimes seems to be an impossibly wide gulf between we Americans and our British cousins.
When you think of one issue that desperately requires this nation's immediate attention, one thing that cries for all of us to unite in passing a constitutional amendment about, what comes to mind?
I GUESS we're supposed to feel really stupid right about now. With Alexander "Sandy" Kory's alleged greed exposed, we're supposed to fall all over ourselves weeping bitter tears of shame over the agony through which we put Richard Smith, Bradley Kintz and Harrison Kerr Tigrett. Perhaps you missed our "moment of revelation." Last week, The Cavalier Daily obtained a copy of a letter to Smith's attorney from Kory's lawyer.
OUR TOUR guide wouldn't have cut it in America. Her voice carried no more than three feet, her composure faltered any time a motorcar honked, and she left out important information even though she went on for two hours.
WE COULD immediately tell that the letter was a clever deception. I had my suspicions the moment my roommate pulled the envelope from the mailbox and said, "It's from Steve Forbes!" Then he added, "It can't be that Steve Forbes... can it?" To my surprise, it was the Steve Forbes who's running for President, and he (according to his letter), wanted us to look at a fact sheet he had typed up and answer a short survey.
