I walked into El Jaripeo for a causal Sunday dinner with my roommate this weekend, and I suddenly found myself at what appeared to be headquarters for sorority life.
I love lists. I have lists for my lists. I don’t think I could navigate a day if I didn’t lay out my plans for it.
When we returned from winter break to find there was a new taco joint in town, we were elated. Especially when we realized it had replaced Big Dawgz, as we both hate hot dogs and thought of the yellow sign as more of an eyesore than an enticement.
In a blitz of mixed emotions this weekend, my roommates convinced me to get my ears pierced. If I’m being honest, it was inspired more than a little bit by the “Fourth year don’t care” mentality permeating every aspect of my life as I sit on the cusp of “growing up” – because let’s face it, I’m still dependent on my parents for more than just tax forms.
Edible Blue Ridge Magazine brought students and Charlottesville residents free cupcakes and the chance to purchase fresh foods from local vendors last Tuesday at the Artisan Food Fair and Cupcake Walk.
Sometimes when I sit down to write a column, I have so much to say that the words just flow onto the page as smooth as butter.
I really wish I could think of something non-Greek to write about. I can feel myself slowly becoming Cady Heron from “Mean Girls” — except instead of constantly word-vomiting about how if Regina George cut off her hair she’d look like a British man, I can’t shut up about how I don’t need to cut off all my hair because my new sisters introduced me to “hot curlers” and it’s going to change my entire frizzy life.
Like many of us, I was so ready to leave my hometown when I graduated high school. I couldn’t wait to go somewhere where nobody knew me and take the opportunity to start over completely.
Dear Mr. Poe, I enjoyed the single life my first semester at college, but now I think I’m ready to settle down.
1. Second-, third- and fourth-year sorority sisters can have their lives back — Jokes! It’s bid week, biddies!
I recently read a quote by the intrepid explorer Richard Francis Burton that struck me: “One of the gladdest moments of human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands.
Are you eager to try out one of the eateries in the city that supposedly boasts the highest number of restaurants per capita in the country?
Standing in the middle of my living room on a Saturday morning, I realized that I had just lost something very important.
Let’s face it, we’re all annoyed by the hassle of University construction, but we were excited to see if University Dining could really serve up something edible after its culinary overhaul.
The remnants of the person I became studying abroad are permeating my life back in Charlottesville, and I’ve never been so excited.
If there is one valuable thing about second semester fourth year — besides being able to fill an entire Mellow Mushroom pint night card in one sitting — it is the opportunity for reflection.
Charlottesville is known for a lot of things: U.Va., of course; all things Thomas Jefferson; Bodo’s — once I met someone in New York City who named their dog after Bodo’s because it’s that good — and a lot of preppy clothing.
1. Boys’ bid night: The first time I heard about this infamous U.Va. holiday, I was confused. Does every single fraternity actually have a party?
Dearest Edgar, I’m a first-year girl going through sorority recruitment. I went shopping for all new outfits, got recommendations for sororities, etc.
As I was sitting on my Amtrak train back down to Charlottesville this weekend, I started thinking about how quickly the fall went by.
