Spring always emanates a bit of nostalgia for me. Be it the time of year for homecomings, or the intimidating season for the donning of boxy caps and gowns and the playing of “Pomp and Circumstance,” the time frame between March and May reinvigorates that nostalgic twinge from within.
In light of the upcoming Foxfield races, the University’s Gordie Center for Substance Abuse is holding a “teaser campaign” this week, involving flyering and painting Beta bridge, in order to raise awareness for the dangers of substance abuse.
During my second year, I discovered the overlap between my two realms of study: writing and medicine.
Two Saturdays ago, as my roommate and I lay on the roof of my house on Gordon Avenue planning out our afternoon activities, my roommate asked to see my phone.
I am seriously obsessed with fantasy series. One of my earliest memories is of reading children’s books brimming with unicorns and fairies.
Fourth-year College student Holly Rich was among thousands of runners during her April 6 marathon debut — though ultimately, she didn’t blend into the crowd.
I love social media. But I also hate social media — and I don’t think I’m the only one who feels this way.
When I started writing this column three years ago, I only had one guiding principle in mind: puns. I wasn’t interested in writing opinion pieces about legitimate issues or advice columns for bewildered first-years.
Since writing a column earlier this semester about contradictions in common colloquial phrases, I’ve found an aphorism that irks me — though for different reasons. I’ve been feeling indecisive towards the phrase “a picture is worth a thousand words.”
In light of the recent Boston Marathon bombing, the fertilizer plant explosion in Texas, the anniversary of the Virginia Tech shooting on top of the recent Sandy Hook shooting still resonating in our minds and hearts, it sometimes feels as if it would be easier to give up and feel as though the world is becoming some sort of dark place. I am not writing to discredit the horrors of these events—while I was lucky enough not to personally know anyone harmed, I was certainly saddened by each of them, and my thoughts and prayers go out to all of those who were affected by these tragedies.
If you have seen students walking around Grounds barefoot this past week with an abnormal frequency, you’re not alone.
1. How little sleep I could function off of: Sure, I’d heard horror stories of sleeping in libraries and pulling all-nighters every night for a week before finals.
The Virginia Gentlemen celebrated their 60th anniversary on Saturday, inviting fans, family and friends to share in a celebratory concert celebrating the groups long history as a part of U.Va.’s a capella scene.
She’s a self described Honey Badger, he shoots all the meat he eats
Last year I went at least six months without crying. For six months I laughed when I was happy and I shouted when I was angry.
Two weeks. That’s all there is left to my first year here in Wahooland. With this time left, you’d think I’d devote this last column to our beautiful University, but I’d like to move 270 miles south instead, to the heart of East Carolina University.
As I child, I often rifled through our furniture’s drawers in search of trinkets. My favorite was the pack of cocktail napkins stored in our buffet.
The days of waking up to text messages and phone calls you don’t remember sending or making are over, thanks to third years Joshua Anton (COMM) and Justin Washington (SEAS). Monday evening Apple Inc. approved their App, ‘Drunk Mode,’ which is a 99 cent app that “hides selected phone number from the contact list and history so one cannot send texts or make phone calls while intoxicated for [a period up to] 12 hours,” Anton said.
More than 50 students ran a 5K race hosted by the fledgling March of Dimes CIO Sunday, raising money to promote research and legislation to prevent premature births and infant mortality.
What does it mean to be a college student in the 21st century? It means having role models like Steve Jobs and Bill Gates, who simply couldn’t be bothered to slave over a degree.
