An early spring? Yes, we will most certainly have one. Because Phil said so, and he seems like a pretty dependable guy. The academics call it clairvoyance.
For a night of fun, University students won't say no to frat parties, apartment pre-games or dorm get-togethers, but when the clock strikes midnight the word "bars" seems to reverberate throughout Charlottesville.
I don't think this is on the list of 111 things to do before you graduate, but it should be, so I will add it here.
Never underestimate the power of good food. Sunday night, groups of people will gather around their TVs all across the country to watch the Super Bowl.
In light of the death of Yeardley Love last spring, relationship abuse has become a pressing issue at the University.
During the past two weeks you may have noticed some obnoxiously tall women carrying around obnoxiously bright blue and orange basketballs.
I am aware of my own mortality. Some people might shrug and say, "Well, me too. People die all the time and eventually I will as well." Some people might cringe and tout their own invincibility: "I am 20, hear me roar." I think very few people would consider their life spans the way I consider my own.
The recently inescapable presence of construction on Grounds may, at first glance, seem threatening to the University's celebrated landscape.
Spring semester at the University ushers in the same things every year: droves of second-year sorority girls shepherding their newest flocks of "babies", dreary-eyed first-year boys having the nerve to complain about how often they have to casually socialize, and the adoption of Greek as the University's official language.
There are a lot of things I'm not necessarily fond of. These include, but certainly are not limited to: sugar-free gum, yippy dogs, recycling and, at the top of my list, Mr. Shakespeare himself.
Popular culture often portrays sexual assault as a women's issue, but members of One in Four, the University's all-male rape and sexual assault peer education group, don't see it that way.
During the summer I turned 12, I embarked on a college odyssey with my family. My older sister was a rising senior in high school, and to prepare her for college applications, my parents dragged us through every campus on the East Coast.
I was surprised and dismayed when a friend told me she thought winking was creepy and reserved for old men.
Brian: Second-year Pre-Comm/Econometrics What are you involved in at U.Va.? Pacific American Leadership Training Institute (Facilitator), SEED (Secretary), Cavs and Panthers peer mentoring. What else do you like to do?
One of the first dating columns I wrote was about the fascinating phenomenon in which many first-years break up with their high school sweethearts in November.
On May 13, 2009, 34-year-old Charlottesville resident Catherine Brown was barely clinging onto life after suffering a severe cardiac arrest.
Confidence is overrated. This statement may seem absurd at first, but hear me out. Up until last semester, I'd felt certain that the surest way to pre-med success was a limitless supply of confidence.
It's always a little hard for me to come back to Charlottesville after a long break at home where I have my laundry done more often than every two weeks, the comfort of my own room and more than two feet of counter space.
For a police officer, having a partner retire is never easy, but for Jeff Keaton of the University Police department, circumstances are a bit different.
Before I left my house-home and returned to my apartment-home in Charlottesville, I decided to survey my past.
