As my first night began to fall in Paris, I found myself willingly following a strange man who would not tell me his name.
My new campus in Turkey is massive. That is the first thing anyone notices when they arrive. And it is green
MC Hammer pants ? check. Triple-layered Dr. Scholl?s Treadsafe black kicks ? check.
I?ve been to a fair number of sporting events in my time, and I?ve seen my share of signs.
For those who love sand and waves, the lack of a beach near Charlottesville is a bummer ? so the Surf Club does all it can to keep students? love of the sport alive.--?That?s one of our goals ? to promote surfing by education and teaching,? said President Chris Winstead-Derlega, a fourth-year College student.According to Vice President Peter Soroka, a second-year College student, one past club member had no surfing experience but enjoyed the beach and watching surfing.
As I carefully perused my bank accounts last night, pretending to be an adult, I came to the realization that my coffee trips and crucial late-night refueling occur with shocking frequency; if I keep it up, I can expect to be broke by February.Students at an esteemed university such as our own hold themselves to incredibly high standards and push themselves to accomplish remarkable things.
Moving into dorms, attending orientation, navigating Grounds and registering for fall semester classes for the first time aren?t experiences reserved solely for first-year students.
It?s a phrase you hear multiple times a day, spouted from the mouths of the foul-minded and bad-joke-oriented.
In the endless search for direction in life, my latest venture has led me to try to find something I previously reserved only for summers and the future.
Sometimes nothing but a huge bowl of pasta will satisfy that ache inside for comfort food. If you?re in need of some good, old-fashioned carbohydrates, try Fellini?s #9 on the Downtown Mall.Although the food is mainly Italian, the atmosphere is not what you?d find at a typical Italian restaurant.
Monkey Bay Sauvignon Blanc (New Zealand)Price: $9.99Grade: A New Zealand has made a major appearance in American culture in the last few years.
The beginning of a new semester is always full of adjustments. New class schedules warrant new schedules for work, exercise, studying and even sleeping.
For some students, a trip to the dining hall is just about choosing what foods look the best. For others, however, the choice isn?t as simple.?If I ingest peanuts, my tongue and throat will swell up, and I?ll go into anaphylactic shock,? second-year College student Brandi Bell said.For students like Bell who have severe allergies, meal planning involves a lot more than just getting basic nutrients.?I was really afraid of cross-contamination at the dining halls and whether or not I could eat any of the baked goods,? she said.
Count your blessings, U.Va. As we all know, the popular tradition of tailgating on the Lawn prior to football games was banned by University administrators.
Sherry:Third-year biology and economics majorWhat kind of music do you like?All sorts, but not so much country.
Fashion. It?s the cat?s meow. The peanut butter to celery. The sick beat to Lil Wayne. The funnel cake to the theme park.
Every August, as summer draws to its unhappy close, the Atlantic hurricane season reaches its peak. Marked by torrents of rain and severe winds that can register at more than 100 mph, hurricanes ravage the coastline in a destructive path, leaving behind broken tree branches and communities in ruin.
No, I don?t plan to break out in song von Trapp style. I do, however, want to recognize some of the things on Grounds that have made returning to school and getting back into the swing of rigorous class work worthwhile.While the refurbishing of Clemons Library makes it a much more idyllic place to study, I have always been partial to Clark Library.
The Cavalier Daily first examined subprime loans and the credit crunch as a whole March 13, 2008. Only three days later, venerable investment bank Bear Stearns became the first major victim of the crisis.
As a child, I thought I was a great saver. I would collect any spare change in a piggy bank hidden under my bed and watch with excitement as it got heavier over the years.
