Another year, another however-many-pools-you-were-in-times-10-bucks poorer. March Madness has come and gone.
Feb. 26 marked the official opening of the Svalbard Global Seed Vault, although this celebration was not anything akin to, say, the festivities of Disney World's 35th anniversary: visitors did not flock to this building, nestled into the side of a sandstone mountain on a remote island in arctic Norway.
On a warm Saturday night, I wandered along the strip of the Downtown Mall with a couple hundred other people who unfortunately had the same plan for their evening.
Geyser Peak Merlot (2004) California Price: 15.99 Grade: A- To rate a Merlot from California and not mention the movie "Sideways" would be blasphemy.
As I stare at my blank page, it seems impossible to encapsulate college in a final column. I went from being a moody teenager -- who admittedly didn't really want to go here -- to a hopefully wiser 20-something with Wahoo spirit to spare. Would it be a cliché to say these have been the best four years of my life?
Fourth-year College student Melanie Leinbach took the stage last Thursday in Old Cabell Hall to give a soprano voice recital as part of her distinguished majors program in music.
Shane Valero is basically the coolest first-year you'll ever meet. A man of few words -- or at least, few correctly spelled words -- Shane came to the University with many laurels already attached to his name.
Whenever I look back on my four years at this University, with the friendships, tests, laughter, hardships and endless assortment of new experiences, I always end up thinking about a maturing, life-changing incident that occurred during my first year: My friend dropped a gallon of milk off the third floor of our Alderman dorm, while another friend stood on the ground in an attempt to catch it gracefully.
If you've ever suffered through a dull class here on Grounds, chances are at some point or another you've picked up a crossword puzzle to help pass those monotonous 50 minutes.
Dating in college is a big deal. Not the kind of big deal that involves corny T-shirts proclaiming some sort of importance for clubs, organizations, dorm rooms or what have you, but the kind of big deal that takes up boatloads of time and countless hours of trying to figure out where exactly you started from, where you are and, better yet, where in the world you are headed.
When we see something out of place in the undergraduate community, like an individual under the age of 18 or over the age of 22, it can be a shock.
Now that the college Spring Break season has died down and a proliferation of photo albums have been posted on Facebook, I find myself spending many classroom minutes perusing them when I should be paying attention rather than living vicariously through some of my dear friends.
I hate computers and I hate the Internet. I hate learning about computers, working on computers, relying on computers, and I especially hate how the computer is becoming so central to our society.
First-year College student Glen Weaver stands before the mirror, head down and arms bent stiffly at his sides.
The date is March 14, 1907. The markets are down 50 percent. Faulty stock and real estate speculation have caused the failure of major lender Knickerbocker Trust Company.
The "poor college student" lifestyle may be a cliché, but that does not mean it is any less depressing.
One of the best things about studying abroad is the ease of traveling. With two weeks off for Spring Break, the two of us decided to sample the Mediterranean on a seven-day cruise.
Want to catch a baseball game? How about a football game? A horse race? Or, for the more interactive types, want to play in a two-story arcade?
As any high school student visiting Grounds finds out very quickly, just about all of us here at the University absolutely love it.
There has been a lot of talk recently about energy conservation. You may have heard the recommendations -- walk to work, turn off your computer, use energy-efficient bulbs.
