I've been named a lot of things in my life: Maisie, a term of endearment my mother stole from Dr. Seuss.
Dance Marathon, the event touted in flyers, profile pictures and T-shirts, brings together a large percentage of the University's population every February.
Not many people can say that they have had a friend since the day they were born. I can. Her name is Nan and she - yes, Nan is definitely a girl - is a silver 1987 Volvo station wagon. When I was a new baby, Nan came to take my parents and I home from the hospital, guarding me just as carefully then as she would in the many rides to come.
Cold and flu season may be winding down for the rest of the general population, but that doesn't matter to me, for my fear of illness is nearly eternal.
"If you were Felix, and you worked in a refugee camp in El Salvador, how would you feel if you knew you couldn't leave?" That was photographer Roderick Sinclair's opening question to the nearly 40 students and teachers who came to Casa Bol
It's possible most students at the University have used an iClicker at least once during their time here.
A frequently discussed topic concerning the anonymity of internet dating is the faceless and often emotionless encounters in blogs and chat rooms.
In our busy and stressful collegiate lives, there are many issues that we briefly consider then forget entirely.
"Dad, did you get the PowerPoint I e-mailed you?" Yes, my sister Jennifer made my dad a PowerPoint, and yes, it contained the sound of a car engine roaring. The Urban family debate that culminated in this PowerPoint had begun a few weeks earlier when I packed up the contents of my first-year dorm room and headed north on I-29 toward home. After I began a full-time internship that required a 45-minute commute to Falls Church, my sister was relegated to having our mom pick her up after school in the minivan and drive her to work.
In a recent meeting with my pre-medical adviser, I heard what is likely the most apt characterization of the pre-medical concentration yet: It's a freight train. What she meant, of course, is that once you start on the curriculum track, it's hard to stop.
Months after Lady Gaga rocked Jones Paul Jones Arena with her poker face, University students will have the chance to bring their own steely gaze to the table.
There are three things I never have discussed in a column. Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll. Now that I've got you excited, I'll talk about rock 'n' roll.
Undoubtedly, every sport has its own culture, and along with it comes an implicit dress code, which all members subscribe to in varying degrees.
Any student who has dragged himself out of bed before 9 a.m. on a Saturday probably has heard some strange noises on his way to breakfast: panting and heaving and the slap of shoes on the sidewalk.
"Green," "Sustainable," "Reusable," "Repurpose" - all commonly used words that encapsulate a growing worldwide mind-set.
Last month, President Obama spoke in his State of the Union address about the need for a better national infrastructure.
After spending an entire childhood in a house with siblings, you'd think that college would finally offer the perfect opportunity for brothers and sisters to forge their own paths in life. So, why then, would siblings decide to attend the same college?
I wouldn't be surprised if most of the people that I've met during my four years here think that I'm from Philadelphia.
I'm being followed and there's nothing I can do to escape. My pursuer is clever, a stealthy camouflage master who stalks me wherever I go.
Cody What are you involved with at the University? Club golf What are your hobbies? I play basketball and I play guitar in my band. How would you describe your ideal date? I like any ethnicity.
