The festival began with a focus on three tenets — music, art and innovation. This year, food has become a more integral part of the event.
Jacob and Erica met on Saturday at 6:30 p.m. and went to Lemongrass on the Corner.
No. 5 — Jefferson has his own recipe for vanilla ice cream in the Library of Congress.
While the feeling of being alone in a crowd seems cliché, there are times when it is very much a reality.
My morning crankiness left me hoping with every fiber of my being that this man wouldn’t turn around to address me.
The challenges any refugee living in the United States faces are incomprehensible to most citizens born in the country.
It may have started as a joke, but there was nothing funny about President Teresa Sullivan walking through the door of our apartment.
April holds a special place in my heart, as these first few days mark the start of six months full of triumph, challenge, heartbreak and victory.
“Gooch-Dillard? What is that?” I exclaimed, having just received my first-year housing assignment.
I’ve always felt qualms after enjoying a barbeque sandwich or a hamburger, but managed to suppress that guilt because of the pure joy I experienced each time I ate one.
As we were sitting at Easter brunch, a friend of mine recounted how her family had recently grilled her about her future. Given that she has had a job since the beginning of the school year, this surprised me.
Many will tell you, a class is only as good as the professor who teaches it. At the University, students have the opportunity to work with faculty who are experts in their fields with a passion for teaching.
Christian and Emma met in front of the Rotunda at 6:30 p.m. on Tuesday evening and went to Basil on the Corner.
This past week students from across the University worked together to celebrate a week dedicated to the diversity within our student body.
Faculty at the International Studies Office believe their programs play a significant part of the higher education sought after at the University.
While NASU hosted the Powwow at Hereford Lawn, the drum beats and chants could be heard from as far as Kellogg dorm.
I must be watching too many movies. Or reading too many books. You listen to enough stories, and after a while you start to think life works similarly to the stories you’ve been listening to.
I am awkward. So, when I approached Madison in the Newcomb dining hall, I was horribly awkward. “Hi, can I sit with you?” I asked.
I can’t forget the simultaneous power and frustration I felt over my stockpiles of Plus Dollars, resulting in a continual catch-22 of needing to get rid of them but not wanting to consume the extra gummy worms.
