By now, we've all gotten to that point where we've been forced to realize that summer is over. Fall crept up on us quietly, disguising itself with rainy days and confusing us as we made our wardrobe decisions in the morning.
Beta Bridge never looks the same. On almost a daily basis, its appearance changes as University students partake in the decades-long tradition of painting birthday messages, congratulations or promotions for upcoming events on Rugby Road's bridge.
I had been saving some of the content of this column for my final column in this spring's graduation issue, but setting nostalgia aside, I think this week might be a more appropriate time to write about why working for The Cavalier Daily is unlike participation in any other student organization. First and foremost, The Cavalier Daily is not a contracted independent organization.
I've been thinking a lot about the future in the past week, especially now that it seems like everyone I know is heading to his designated career fairs.
How many times have you called customer service and been connected to somebody in India or the Philippines?
Twins have been the subject of study for years as scientists search for the answer to the never-ending debate of "nature versus nurture." Psychology Profs.
The word "birthday" just gets me excited. I'm enraptured by the celebration of another year of life and electrified by the diverse methods of celebrating.
First of all, I beg everyone's pardon for generalizing according to my own experiences; it's the hazard of being a columnist.
Date: Saturday, September 10 Time: 7 p.m. Location: No.
I have a brother. He is everything I am not: tall, underage, brave, athletically gifted and good at driving.
There are not many things in life more unnecessary and painful than Clay Aiken albums. Discussion sections are among those precious few.
Something has been tickling the back of my brain lately. Rest assured, it is no serious medical condition, but rather a curious sensation which has me staring blankly at the ceiling at night contemplating the coming day and making the same color coded, timeline-format to-do list in every class.
This is not a story about the University. This is not even a story about a student from the University.
I arrived in Spain thinking that I basically knew what was going on. I have a good grasp on the Spanish language and have been to Spain before, but it turned out this wasn't enough.
Not many students can say they have wrestled a stuffed squirrel while participating in their contracted independent organization, but for Hoos News writer Stephanie Boutsicaris, it was all in a day's work. The Hoos News Show is the University's only student-produced satirical news show.
I am not a competitor. I have never found joy in any sort of contest, be it physical or intellectual.
This summer, I experienced an unfortunate loss. My beloved Dodge Neon, Peter, drove his last terrifying mile.
If students needed yet another Internet venue to peruse in an effort to procrastinate on schoolwork, they have found it through blogging. Third-year College student Marie Connor estimated that she spends about two hours per day searching online for recipes on her favorite food blogs.
Jerry had Dorothy at hello; St. Petersburg, Florida had me at the airport. Although "my" airport, Dulles, is home to the only Chipotle in the country which serves breakfast, St.
I am my mother's daughter. This is not just an observation, a passing realization; this is an indisputable fact.
