From the beginning, U.Va. has had a bit of a problem with sex. Like everything great about this beautiful school, the story begins with our old pal TJ.
Because last fall I was in Texas, this is my first football season in over a year back in good ol’ Virginia.
Two weeks ago, on that hallowed Monday night before the first day of classes, I found myself pondering a question which has plagued many the intelligent, modern female Cavalier: “What will this outfit say about me?” After all, we’d be lying to ourselves if we said that our “first day” outfits weren’t still a priority.
8:00 a.m.: Paper, column, breakfast (maybe), coffee (definitely), research proposal, shower, stress. 10:47 a.m.: Wallet, keys, phone, out the door.
I’ve always straddled the fence that divides colors and words, hoping to somehow be the bridge. When I was in third grade I tried to explain to my mom that my teacher was a green teacher and Sheridan Webster’s teacher was a blue teacher.
As a Life columnist – I’ve got a little more leeway with my language, my assumptions, and my stories, because all views are only mine.
The 850 U.Va. students who have hopped the pond to Lyon, France have one person to thank for their opportunity to study, explore and grow overseas: French Professor Janet Horne.
Soon enough, the DJ switches songs. Chelsea screams that she loves this song; Brad agrees that no one could dislike Levels and suggests that they dance. What follows is a traditional motion so hideous and disjointed that it remains a miracle people perform such an act in public, let alone in an attempt to indicate intimacy and attraction.
There is a fine line between childhood and adulthood and I’m not quite sure where I stand. I suppose many college students feel this way — as if we are toeing the border, regularly stumbling onto both sides of the spectrum.
Whether you’re the next Gordon Ramsay or are just learning how to put Bagel Bites in the microwave, all college students love the prospect of a cheap meal.
The blue and orange awning that extends above the Corner’s brick sidewalk is an unmistakable landmark of the Charlottesville area.
I am the queen of inappropriate early sweater wearing. The minute the temperature drops below 70 degrees you’ll find me in one — probably rocking black leggings and boots along with it.
Everyone has days when if feels Daniel Powter’s “Bad Day” is playing on repeat in the background — unless I’m the only one who still appreciates that song.
Inspired by our recent victory against the Brigham Young Cougars, I have decided that it may be helpful to first-years to read a brief list of 10 things any self-respecting Cavalier should do at a football game.
Being the inquisitive collegiate intellectual that I am, I often seek retrospection, reflection and procrastination via assorted online quizzes.
I have been tall all my life . There is a box somewhere in my basement at home in North Carolina with a collection of pictures stretching throughout the course of the ‘90s.
Tucked away on Allied Street off McIntire Road, a Charlottesville treasure hides behind C’Ville Coffee.
Ever since the Fourth Year Trustees of 2009 added high-fiving Allen Groves to the “Things to Do Before You Graduate” list, the beloved dean of students has been bombarded with the open palms of eager University students. This Wednesday, however, he will attempt to receive the most high-fives ever recorded in the span of an hour.
Rain was in the air, but sadly, love was not.
Although the process of determining class schedules certainly gets easier with experience, even fourth-years have trouble picking interesting courses outside of their major. Check out a few interesting courses which may have slipped under your radar while crafting your schedule for this semester.
