This Saturday, roughly 650 runners participated in "Miles for Margaret," the first 5K race of its kind hosted by Pi Beta Phi Sorority, Camp Kesem and ADAPT, in memory of Margaret Lowe, a fourth-year College student who passed away Sept. 1, 2015.
![MikeYear: ThirdMajor: Computer EngineeringU.Va. Involvement: HackCville, Engineering Guides, Madison House, LOTL Light ShowHometown: Mechanicsville, Va.Ideal date personality: Funny, talkative, involved, passionate.Ideal date activity: Coffee and Bodo’s on the Lawn and then an intense game of Super Smash Brothers.Dealbreakers? Talking too much, cursing a lot, not motivated or dedicated to something.Hobbies: Watching Netflix; hanging out, throwing a Frisbee, or just chatting on the Lawn; playing sports especially basketball, lacrosse, golf; coffee chats. What makes you a good catch? I’m a great listener! Whenever you have a problem or want to talk about something, I’ll give you 100 percent attentionWhat makes you a less-than-perfect catch? I’m super nerdy/geeky, so most girls have no idea what I’m talking about when I talk about my hobbies.What is your spirit animal? Koala — very cute and nice, but can kick some [butt] if need be.What is your favorite pick-up line? “Are you the square root of -1? Because you can’t be real”Describe yourself in one sentence: I don’t look for open doors, I look for closed doors and I open doors.](https://snworksceo.imgix.net/cav/52a470ab-4430-486a-846f-0f3b81daedd5.sized-1000x1000.jpg?w=1000&ar=4%3A3&fit=crop&crop=faces&facepad=3&auto=format)
Mike and Tina met on Wednesday at 5:15 p.m. and went to The Virginian.
1. Get the last ticket at Bodo’s: Getting the first ticket at this carbohydrate-obsessed institution is a feat in and of itself.
I went to three different schools for elementary, middle and high school and each required that I adapt to a slightly different learning system.
What am I doing here? No really, I mean it. What am I doing here, in this chair, in the McGregor Room, in Alderman Library, at the University of Virginia, on this Tuesday evening in Charlottesville?
I scoffed at advice from wiser friends who instructed me to rest, take it easy, or at the very least to spend more time stretching.
The Americans won 3-0, and my friends and I had a wonderful — if brief — visit to our nation’s birthplace, complete with Philly cheesesteaks in front of Independence Hall.
From energetic tribal dances to serious poetry readings, Africa Day participants captivated onlookers at the Organization of African Students’ annual celebration.
As a kid I loved playing the Game of Life. I could get a cool job, earn a lot of money, live in a nice house, get married and have kids all with the spin of wheel.
On any given day, you can find me in my bedroom, living room, Nau hall, Newcomb, the AFC, Alderman, the Corner’s restaurants and Clem.
This semester, as a part of a project for one of my classes, I have been reading and transcribing letters my Grandparents wrote to each other during World War II.
Malcolm and Annika met on the Lawn at 6 p.m. on Thursday and went to Lemongrass.
This week, students faced glass-littered streets and gum-covered sidewalks with bare feet and a mind set on one goal – to raise awareness for orphans in Nicaragua.
![“There’s something just really fun and beautiful to be in a drum circle in [Old] Cabell Hall in the middle of the week,” Jospe said.](https://snworksceo.imgix.net/cav/ccbadcd5-adb7-47c0-8752-3ef904b18a88.sized-1000x1000.jpg?w=1000&ar=4%3A3&fit=crop&crop=faces&facepad=3&auto=format)
As over-zealous, soon-to-be first-years fill Grounds during Days on the Lawn season, many are likely thinking about what classes they have to take to take to fill requirements for a major they may soon change.
This past Saturday and Sunday, the University hosted the American Cancer Society Relay for Life event and featured 116 teams, comprised of 1,346 participants, who raised $179,333.16 supporting the fight against cancer.
“Say what you mean, and mean what you say,” is the overused and cliché way to explain this. “Be deliberate,” at least in my mind, has a more attractive ring to it.
I’m becoming increasingly convinced I may be one of the few remaining non-Fitbit owners left as I walk around on Grounds and see the recognizable bands on nearly everyone’s wrists.
“Tonight, let’s go to Clem.” “Ew, why? Let’s go to Alderman.” This conversation comes up often when my friends and I decide on a place to study.
This past semester, I have heard dozens of professors tell tales of numerous major changes and multiple gap years before deciding to get into research or pursuing advanced degrees.
Something bizarre happened to me the other day: I received personalized career advice from not one, but two of my instructors.
