"Grapes don't grow in ugly places." So says the mantra of Afton Mountain Vineyards, and looking out over the valley, I couldn't disagree.
Fall is the season of love. Tempestuous, heart-wrenching; not the stuff of greeting cards but the stuff of sordid premium cable miniseries.
You're tired of watching tour guides struggle to walk backward. You're tired of hearing tour guides rattle off how many things they have run into by walking backward: lamp posts, bikes, parking meters, flagpoles, staircase railings, campus statues, people, etc.
A couple weeks ago for my best friend's birthday we went out to a restaurant, and she was ecstatic to finally have the chance to wear a brand new, sleek black dress she had ordered from Victoria's Secret.
"So, what are you planning on doing with that after graduation?" Does it grate on your nerves as much as it does on mine?
Students spent last year frustrated at the ubiquitous construction zones surrounding Newcomb inside and outside, and they returned to familiar-looking plywood barriers and newly blocked off areas.
After four years of college some students can finally answer: "What do you want to be when you grow up?" To join the fields they aspire to enter, however, many students must first survive and succeed in graduate school.
It is a new year, and that means only one thing: resolutions. Toward the end of last semester, the end of my second year, I suffered from an affliction carried only within the 22904 zip code.
I am a waitress. The politically correct term for this is "server" but I prefer the former; it makes me think of high-waisted skirts, long white socks, and on occasion, roller blades.
The Corner became a little more international July 22 when the "Fabulously British" clothing store, "Jack Wills University Outfitters," opened its doors.
My third year started out with a bang ... literally. I thought things would be different this year
August has not been a good month for the financial markets. Economic fears about Greece, Ireland and Portugal have expanded to include Italy, the third largest Eurozone economy.
As students return to Charlottesville for the new school year, there are many reasons for celebration: reunions with friends, excitement for the upcoming year and a last "hoo-rah" before the end of summer.
I feel old. As a first year, I remember envisioning a great divide between students, a gaping chasm between my fresh-out-of-high-school na
I don't know if you've heard or not, but apparently the world is ending soon. I suppose I should be more upset about this but I have to admit, I saw the signs.
This summer I had an eye-opening experience. No, I didn't save any orphans or build any houses for underprivileged families.
First years, welcome to the greatest four years of your life at the best college in the country. Here at the University, you'll find plenty of traditions.
As a new crop of students begin to flood first-year dormitories, upperclassmen are handing down indispensable advice about their time at the University. The best advice Student Council President Dan Morrison said he received was from his first-year resident advisor. "At our first hall meeting, [my RA] said, 'When you go back to your room and start your year, don't close your door; leave your door open for people so they can come hang out or ask for help,' and this proved really helpful as the year went on," Morrison said.
The thought of Greek initiation ceremonies often calls to mind private events and the passing down of secret traditions, but many of the University's fraternities and sororities take a more public approach to bringing in new members.
If Lorleai Gilmore went to the University, she would not be reading this column. She simply would say "Oy with the poodles already!" - a phrase she coined which can be used to shut up a person who is talking nonstop about a certain topic - and keep flipping the pages until she found the comics page.
