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.
Common sense is not something at which we as humans seem to excel. I often see it cast aside for more complicated or sillier options. Like most people, the first time I noticed this tendency to suppress logic was in one of my earliest encounters with the workings of a bureaucratic system.
Melanie: U.Va. involvement and activities: Inter-Sorority Council, Chi Omega, The Monroe Society, Madison House (Adopt a Grandparent and YMCA Daycare) Ideal date: Caucasian, dark hair, on the taller side (5-foot-10) ... Someone who is outgoing and social, involved and hard-working Ideal date Location: Definitely dinner at a place that has a relaxed environment ... Nothing that adds too much pressure. Ideal celebrity: Bradley Cooper Typical weekend plans: A typical weekend for me would include going out with friends and doing something fun.
I don't want to grow up. After a night of book-club debates and several vigorous games of spades - read as: but not really - a group of friends and I did what every college kid with the Sunday morning blues does: a mandatory trip to Bodo's.
The excitement students experience when course listings are released each semester often quickly fades to confusion and stress.
In elementary school, my friends and I went through the "name changing phase." Although this phenomenon may not be documented in a child psychology textbook, it occurs in late elementary school or early middle school and may be defined as "the overwhelming desire to change one's name to one that's entirely different." My babysitter went by her first initial; instead of being called "Jessica," she was called "J." In a similar vein, instead of being called "Sheila," I tried to go by "S."
As third year comes to an end for me and I realize my time as an undergraduate is flying by, I've become more sentimental in my attitude towards Charlottesville.
It is not uncommon for students to contemplate the impact they will have on the world, but for some these thoughts are more than just a hazy idea of post-graduate plans.
This past week, as our season ended with a loss in the quarterfinals of the WNIT, my teammates and I had some time off - an entire week when we were not expected to be active, touch a basketball or think about sweating.
I am pretty sure that money cannot buy happiness. I am fairly certain that the happiest moments of my life were products not of money spent but of time wasted.
The man, the myth, the swiper: Dean Caulfield Dean Caulfield - "as in Holden," he said - is the first person you see upon entering Observatory Hill Dining Hall.
With student self-governance as the focal point of University life, one would be hard-pressed to find an institution with more dynamic, passionate and over-committed students.
I care a lot about appearances. This may come as a surprise to anyone who has seen me walking to class, well, ever.
