The biggest mammal on Grounds today is probably a member of our football team. It's unquestionably a member of our species.
The buzzword this season is color. Bright primary colors on nails and toes, neon clothing and even jewel tones for eyeliner.
It's dark, and raindrops are falling fast. Worse yet, I'm walking without an umbrella or rain boots along Water Street, near the Downtown Mall, and the cars that drive by splash muddy puddles of water onto my already-soaked jeans.
Georges Duboeuf Beaujolais-Villages 2006 Price: 9.99 Grade: B+ The Beaujolais region lies between the more famous French regions of Burgundy and the Rhone Valley.
"The only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey ... and the only reason for making honey is so I can eat it," Winnie the Pooh declares in "The House at Pooh Corner." What dear Winnie doesn't realize, however, is that not only do real bears not actively eat honey (they eat bee larvae inside the hive instead), but the bees themselves have another quite crucial purpose in life -- flower pollination!
Turn on the television, open a newspaper or browse a news Web site and you are guaranteed to find news about the election.
When last we left him, Daniel Dooley was in a very precarious position, struggling to hang onto the edge of a cliff with one hand while maintaining a tight grip on his baggie of PCP with the other.
Dante, in his bestselling "Inferno" (No. 1 for 700 years), speaks of the seven levels of Hell, with level one being pre-school, levels two through six being DMV lines of different lengths and level seven being airports.
As I've been meandering back and forth to class lately, I've been thinking a lot about what all this high-brow learning stuff is gearing me up for, and I'm sure that this applies to just about everyone.
This month's fashion magazines have been flaunting the latest runway looks fresh from New York City's Fashion Week, but Fair Dinkum Fashion provides a fresh look on the latest T-shirt designs without straying too far from the Rotunda.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that friends are not always the best roommates, and as I am sure many of you discovered last week on Spring Break, sometimes friends are not the most hospitable traveling companions.
Spring Break has come and gone, we've grudgingly turned the clocks back to lose an hour of sleep, the season's last home basketball game is over and hopes of a winter wonderland are quickly dwindling.
One of the things that made me fall in love with U.Va. was, quite simply, its size. The big-but-not-too-big feel of the school made my decision to come here much easier.
A Thursday, Feb. 28 photo caption accompanying the Life article "E-Week" misidentified a photo of two high school students as a photo of two Engineering students.
On my most recent Spring Break, aboard a Carnival Cruise liner comprised of maybe 65 percent old people and 35 percent thirsty college students (fascinating social dynamic, I'll tell you about it later), I engaged in a lively debate with a young lady from North Carolina.
For college students, especially Wahoos, credit cards are a smart choice. It’s easy to get caught up in the notion that credit cards are to be avoided because of 19 percent interest rates and the millions of Americans who have overdosed on debt; however, as with many financial products, there are effective and ineffective ways to use them.
Starting this past summer, the press swirled with talk of subprime mortgages, a housing bubble and a credit crunch.
Since the death of Chairman Mao and the reestablishment of Deng Xiaoping in 1978, the Chinese economy has been climbing at annual rate of 9.6 percent on average.
Since arriving in London, I have wondered where all the real Brits are hiding. Studying at an American program, living with Americans and embarking on touristy activities have left me with the sense that I am missing out on the real British culture. Britain has a remarkable program, however, called HOST UK, in which average citizens from around the country volunteer to have foreign students come and visit for the weekend.
Blasted by a gust of humidity and blinding sunlight, my eyes quickly adjusted to the atmosphere in which I found myself suddenly immersed: the Dominican Republic.
