You know when something really dumb catches on, becomes widely recognized and is subsequently accepted as a norm, despite being utterly nonsensical? I’m referring to some of the more serious social epidemics: Crocs, AIM buddy profiles, YOLO and Instagram selfies.
I have seen too many of my friends get hurt because they did not love themselves and stand up for what they deserved — and that is one thing I do not want to remain quiet about. Even if, in the end, you still resent my insistence that Valentine’s Day is worthwhile, I hope you can at least take away a little extra love for yourself.
First-year goes on his first date
As students walked to classes last Tuesday, many were confronted with an assuming RV parked in front of the Chemistry Building, challenging them to take a stand against a form of injustice they would refuse to tolerate.
Four years ago, after the first big snow of the season, second-year College student Justin Dubois decided to go sledding on the biggest hill he could find. After breaking his leg in an accident, he was unable to participate in any physical activity for eight months. To pass the time, he started what would become a four-year programming project: PearlSquirrel.com.
The International Relations Organization kicked off its Spring 2014 Speaker Series Feb. 5 with a speech by Politics Prof. Robbert Fatton on Nelson Mandela’s legacy.
Today, it was brought to my attention my peers log into Tinder with a wide array of intentions. Basically, it perplexed me my friend actually slept with someone she met using the app. My personal philosophy is this: use it sparingly, don’t respond when someone messages you and never meet in person.
HackCville, a Charlottesville-based entrepreneurial “clubhouse,” launched a new student-run online publication Monday called HackCville Media.
Chances are, by the time this column comes out on Friday, almost everyone who happens to read this will have already consumed hours of Super Bowl pregame, mid-game and postgame commentary.
Second-year College student Rachel Zaragoza started with a vision. Combining her passions for teaching and dance, Zaragoza founded Project Inspire, a new organization on Grounds whose members hope to take a love of the arts, especially dance, to the greater Charlottesville community.
I can still remember the day my little brother was born—January 1st, 1994. There was a picture taken of me talking to my mother as she lays in the hospital bed, wearing my bright blue “I’m a sister!” sweatshirt and remaining blissfully unaware of the small, sleeping baby in the background.
If there’s one thing college has taught me, it’s that it is impossible to have everything figured out all the time.
Fourth grade was my golden year. I know telling you this is to publicly declare I am totally lame, but I have to say — those were the days. I mean, my middle part / gaucho pant combo was super trendy, and I had my multiplication tables memorized like nobody’s business. One could even say I was killing it.
A breakdown of Olympic (and non-Olypmic) endeavors for interested viewers.
Different strokes for different folks
Students piled into OpenGrounds Thursday for a Valentine’s-themed poetry slam sponsored by University Programs Council and the Collegiate Speech Team. Amid the smell of coffee and the ambiance created by a fireplace on a large TV screen, 14 poets read and performed original five-minute slam poetry pieces.
More than 35 million people in the world are living with HIV, including 1.1 million in the United States and 23.8 million in Africa.
January has been a good month for Virginia Basketball fans. While some might fixate on obvious achievements—Mike Scott’s blossoming NBA career, blow-outs against seven of our first eight ACC opponents and the label of best team in the country according to ESPN’s BPI ranking—there have also been some subtler developments. The first of these is finally overcoming the Canes Challenge.
“Name, year, major, hometown … oh, and what’s the most datable building on Grounds?” It’s my icebreaker of choice.
All in all, I led a very blessed childhood. This can probably be attributed to my family, which is functional to the point of strangeness.
