I’d love to be enrolled in the Engineering school for a day. Better yet, I’d love to be a physics major or a Nursing student or even one of those exceptionally rare Northern Virginia-born “pre-Comm” or “pre-med” first-years.
As a young child, one of the main principles I learned was to always save dessert for last. This began as a sort of mandate from my mom in order to ensure that I did not skip over my vegetables in search of the delicious chocolate that I knew would come.
Cheers and festivities rang out last Wednesday evening, when more than 10 inches of snow gave students and staff an unexpected four-day weekend.
First-year Engineering student Kyle Liggan founded a new student organization called Tunes for Our Troops. The group aims to lead fundraising efforts to buy iPods Shuffles for active-duty military personnel overseas.
One-hundred eager students filed into Nau Hall Saturday for the second annual TEDxUVA event. With talks on topics ranging from education reform to mountain climbing, the speakers were united by a central theme — ”make the path” — adopted from Stephen Colbert’s valedictory speech last spring.
A Virginian love story
I have no way of confirming this, but I think this week was a little off for everyone. I can’t remember the last time there were two snow days in a row at the University. Surprisingly, though, last weekend was beyond perfect, and I don’t think anybody — besides a couple of professors with their panties in a bunch — would have had it any other way. We got our own taste of Sochi.
I show up to my class 10 minutes early for the exam. I wait for the rest of my 25 classmates to arrive.
The best advice I have received at the University came when I least expected it. Still floating in the honeymoon period of first year, when the perks and problems of college are still fresh and exciting, I found myself walking along Rugby Road one evening with a fourth-year.
There comes a point in every girl’s life when she realizes she is no longer current. For many women, this point comes when their children begin to pepper conversation with unfamiliar acronyms. For others, it comes when they realize they spout out certain phrases with the exact intonation as their mothers.
First-year College student Tiffani Kennedy came to college anxious about the transition from high school.
Whenever I call people to talk on the phone, they always sound surprised I am reaching out to them so directly, like something must be wrong or else I would have sent a text.
The “CAValanche,” as we’ve so charmingly named it, came at a convenient time this year. With the 2014 Winter Olympics going on, I have re-realized my ultimate dream in life: to be a double Olympic gold medalist in curling and race-walking.
This week on Love Connection, we solicited a special Valentine’s Day bachelor, Colin, to go on three dates.
People across the University community came together this weekend to support the University Children’s Hospital at the annual Dance Marathon at U.Va. charity event. The two-fold program began Friday with a student-only night at Boylan Heights and continued Saturday with a carnival-themed event for children and families.
Spectrum Theater presented The Vagina Monologues this weekend, in a whirlwind production just four weeks in the making. Director Victoria Ford, a third-year College student, and assistant director Elizabeth Ballou, a second-year College student, developed the production, which featured 12 different monologues, offering a comedic take on a host of issues women face today.
1. The FOMO (Fear of Missing Out) studier: Instagram upload, 9:18 p.m., Saturday night. Empty Clemons cubicles.
I had a comically bad day yesterday. I won’t use this space to divulge all the details, but I will say the highlight was falling asleep in an art history lecture, only to be woken up with the professor standing over me, having stopped the class of 70 to publicly shame me for dozing in her class.
After being in Paris for fewer than 24 hours, so many of my expectations are already shaken. I have surprisingly managed to fit everything into my tiny urban apartment, which is a feat in itself given my pathetic status at the airport.
I have always felt a special connection to Valentine’s Day. A few years ago, I put together the logical implications of having a birthday exactly nine months after the holiday and I feel this fact is responsible for my deeply romantic nature.
