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This is my 21st column for the Cavalier Daily. Such a monumental achievement of journalistic grandiosity and excellence could not have been possible without the support of my adoringly devoted fan base.
"I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day." At some point, most music fans feel the need to embrace these immortal words from KISS. If you're one of these fans, you're in luck because you can rock, roll and party all day at PK German's first annual Battle of the Bands, shattering eardrums at the Student Activities Building this weekend. The musical extravaganza begins at 3 p.m. and only features bands that have at least one U.Va. student.
Students and administrators delved into major initiatives this year that hold the potential to change the University's image and the student experience.
Last week we announced Camp Holiday Trails as the grand prize winner of our new service award and Undergraduate Babysitters and Blue Ridge ESL Council as runner ups. Every organization that applied for the award is involved in valuable activities, however, so we wanted to recognize each and every one of them. For groups that requested it, contact information is provided.
Since its creation in 1842, the honor system has employed the single sanction of expulsion to uphold the highest standard of academic integrity at the University. Recently, however, the sanction has come under fire as the subject of intense debate that has divided the University community into pro- and anti-sanction camps.
For many graduate students, completing a thesis project is an act of passion. It is an endeavor that entails daunting amounts of work, but is ultimately a rewarding academic rite of passage. Six third-year graduate students in the University's Masters of Fine Arts Program have taken their projects to a new level. They currently are in the first stages of an ambitious project that challenges traditional notions of what a thesis can be.
The Belly Dance Club performs in McLeod Hall last night at a concert benefiting Alternative Spring Break and the United Way.
The representative body of Student Council heard a second day of appeals from 11 Contracted Independent Organizations Tuesday night.
Even though the spring weather keeps students guessing about what to wear everyday, they can take solace in knowing the frequent warm days signal the approach of the school year's end. Some students are dreading the finals and thesis papers that await them, while others dread having to put on a business suit and play grown up. And the least worrisome and relaxed students at the University, those first-years who actually eat at O-Hill, look around their miniscule rooms and wonder how their first year of college went by so quickly.
The first day of Lent was abuzz this year with the opening of the movie "The Passion of the Christ." For many students, however, it marked the beginning of a more personal event: the annual abstention from a vice or item of luxury.
WHILE a variety of probing philosophical inquiries concerning bikinis and mai-tais will be thick in the air this week, one question will no doubt loom above all others: When the hell do we get out of here? Indeed, there is no better time to consult the academic calendar than upon one's sun-baked return to reality. But unfortunately for students, the result might provide a sudden gut-check. While there isn't much to worry about this semester, next year's schedule -- courtesy of the reigning Student Council dynasty upheld in the recent election -- is nothing to smile about.
We were 15 students sick and tired of the gray Charlottesville winter, our minds stuffed with biochemical equations, quotes from Franklin and Dryden and facts about political systems in East Asia. We were ready to be free, ready to release our stress and worries for one blissful week. We were ready to party in the Dominican Republic.
A bomb threat derailed midterm examinations yesterday in both New and Old Cabell Halls and Wilson Hall, causing confusion and scheduling difficulties.
The McIntire School of Business carries with it prestige and an aura of excellence not uncommon to that carried by the University as a whole. However, the "Comm School," as so many students have come to know it, has somewhat of an added distinction. Currently ranked as the number five undergraduate business school in U.S. News and World Report, it is known by professionals as a breeding ground for future successful businessmen and women.
Sitting in his room atop Newcomb Hall,director Bill Ashby surrounds himself with maps and plans of his vision for the University's future.
"To bring together members of the University community who would not have otherwise interacted in their usual social spheres, in a common goal of service to the global community and cultural awareness and understanding."
It is a letter that alternately incites groans and quickens the pulses of University students. A long envelope, with an Honor Committee seal, opens to reveal script beckoning the recipient to jury duty.
As students across Grounds lie nestled in their beds, visions of spring break dance through their heads. Daydreams of suntan lotion, postcards and perhaps a tacky souvenir or two have become increasingly distracting as the University approaches its final day of classes before the week-long spring break.
A toned-down "Sex and the City" meets the University tonight at the premiere of this year's new programming for HooTV.
My friends, it's a bleak time of year to be in Charlottesville -- or anywhere else on the East Coast, for that matter. The sidewalks are soggy, the roads are mushy and all that most of us have to do is work. Even our diversions have been disappointing, as anyone who watched the finale of "Joe Millionaire" can attest. About the only positive of the recent snowfall is that it doesn't appear to have blackened the cars of those of us who live in the 14th Street area.