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.
I was doing some calculations. As it turns out, I have two soapboxes left to rant upon in this fine publication, so I'd better make the most of them.
Imagine being released from prison with no contacts, a check for $25 and a prison uniform as your only clothing.
Recently the world saw the most impressive feat in female shark history since Susan the sand shark brought suffrage to all female sharks.
Yesterday I went to a chili cook-off, a fraternity philanthropic event that I've enjoyed for the past four years.
It's that time of year again, when the fate of our futures is left to a freshwater fish and an Egyptian goddess.
Guilty pleasures are often dorky pleasures. Everyone can agree that watching "The O.C." is a guilty pleasure, but since Seth Cohen is so cute and funny, you can get away with it.
The journey to Mecca, formally known as the Hajj, is a dream for Muslims all over the world, who believe they should make the pilgrimage once during their lifetimes.
This past Saturday was the annual Charlottesville Ten Miler. I had a friend who planned to run in it, and he got me thinking about whether I'd like to run in it as well.
Date: March 28 Time: 7:30 p.m. Location: three. restaurant on the Corner Phi: "I met him outside of the restaurant.
My devoted readers have probably noticed that my column has not run recently. Mom, Dad: the wait is over!
Cocke Hall is a tough place to be a chair. In most buildings, the job's not so bad. You plunk yourself down on one side of the room, wait for a body to plunk down on you and for the next 50 minutes, just hang out right there.
Some of my fellow students have showed a bit of concern that I and others like me are a little over a month shy of graduation -- and unemployed.
