I have fallen in love. No, there is no new beau involved; just an old flame from high school who has raged back into my life like a bull let loose in the streets of Spain.
I do not like to talk about my romantic life because I am neither a love columnist nor a romantic. Sure, I'll allude to it so that I appear both attractive to the opposite sex and "more than just a writer chick." But writing an entire column about it?
The other night, I performed my usual Friday night routine: chug water so I do not hate myself in the morning, scramble to think of a costume for "[insert misogynistic theme here]," rummage through every drawer in my apartment looking for components of said costume and then arrive at the pregame either awkwardly early or unfortunately late because everyone already wants to go to bars at 10 p.m.
For third-year College student Garrett Barnes, participating in Rooftop Comedy's National College Comedy Competition in early April called attention to ways in which the University's stand-up scene lacks punch, if not punch lines. Rooftop's stand-up competition brought together comics from 32 universities to compete in an NCAA-style bracket contest.
The end of my second year, the beginning of my summer in Charlottesville, the continuation of time spent with people who make spending time worthwhile.
Even though the University was an all-male institution at its opening in 1825, young Cavaliers interacted with local and visiting women often at weekend social functions.
There's hardly anything more disappointing than spotting a hot guy at the gym, only to realize he's doing some girly work out.
So I don't know if you caught it, but we had a ridiculously large storm this weekend. The winds picked up, it poured buckets, and apparently funnel clouds were spotted.
Fists pumping, glitter flashing, beats dropping, Sharaara - the University's competitive all-female fusion dance team - commanded attention as they took the stage on India Day earlier this month.
Sometimes, one of the closest bonds in nature is the bond between two young women. Best friends, sorority sisters; there are hundreds of examples of strong, powerful, female friendships. But... we've all seen "Mean Girls" and we know that girls - or even boys for that matter - can also be jealous, catty, petty and occasionally just mean.
I have a confession. I'm in love. I want to shout it from the mountains and write it in the sky. I lack such extravagant means, however, so I find simple satisfaction in telling anyone who will listen about the light of my life.
The University is a place steeped in traditions. A large number of these practices center around the Lawn: secret society initiations, leaving letters for Jefferson's statue, the changing of directions for Convocation and graduation and of course, streaking.
Hi, my name is @k_urbs and I admit, I am a tweetaholic. It started out innocently enough. The year was 2009, and despite the fact that my six AP exams were hurtling toward me with hurricane-like intensity, I spent my afternoons reading highly acclaimed literature like Perez Hilton.
As a recently-declared Echols Interdisciplinary Writing major who also happens to be a premed, I frequently get puzzled looks when I tell people what I'm studying here at the University.
University students are dedicated in everything they do, whether it is academics, leadership, athletics - or even going out to bars.
It's that time of year again, when every girl begins the hunt for the perfect bathing suit, and finding one is no easy task.
I've been crying a lot lately. The worst part about this crying, though, is that the tears are not my own.
He's been featured in portraits found in nearly every University building. He has been the subject of countless University classes.
Recently, my father bought an iPhone4. When he wanted a little help to operate this new technology, I showed him the basics.
First-year College student Kasey Crute was only a rookie on the women's club rugby team when she experienced a terrible accident during Spring Break. Crute was volunteering in Panama with a Global Brigades trip when she sustained severe spinal injuries jumping into a local swimming hole.
