When Physics Prof. Lou Bloomfield first started teaching his now-famous physics course, "How Things Work," the expectations were low.
Many people mistakenly think that a date starts whenever you arrive at the desired location of fun that was planned for the evening.
Upon arriving at college, I was positive dental visits were over. They were merely relics of my childhood when some man would stick his fingers into my mouth, feel around, mumble numbers and say, "I'm actually the janitor.
April showers came early this year as I cried my eyes out watching "For the Bible Tells Me So" in Newcomb Theater this past Tuesday night.
A group of nerdy guys playing video games is not what you'll find at a typical meeting of the Gamers Club -- at least not for the whole time. The Gamers Club is a group dedicated to the art, the meaning and yes -- the playing of video games, according to Co-President Erik Hansen. Founded five years ago, the Gamers Club began "on a whim," and members would meet in each other's rooms to play games, Hansen said. Although Hansen holds that the club "has not evolved much," the organization boasts between 20 and 30 regular members, and meetings have moved to Newcomb Hall. "It's a place to show up for two hours and game and talk about games," Hansen said of the club's current atmosphere. For the first hour of their meetings, members take turns leading a presentation on some aspect of video games.
When I think about my Charlottesville experience as it draws to a close, two separate physical spaces come to my mind: the Grounds/Corner area (including JPA and 14th Street) and the Downtown Mall.
It can happen at any time of the day or night. When it does, there is nothing you can do to stop it.
During the elaborate student hubbub last week on the South Lawn in preparation for Senator Clinton's visit, I kept myself busy by gathering up the multitude of posters and walking away like a kid retiring from a very successful trick-or-treat.
On a dreary Friday afternoon, as most University students are heading home to unwind before the weekend, fourth-year College student Ryan Hurley and fourth-year Continuing Education student Pat Mellors are preparing to dive into the water for a two-hour swim practice. It's their second of the day.
This time a year ago, I was somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean, fresh out of Brazil's Carnaval and en route to South Africa, to date my favorite country that I have visited.
Every year, many University undergraduates are admitted into law schools, medical schools and business schools.
Warning: Objects in photos are not as large as they appear. This disclaimer should be tagged on every tour guide pamphlet and history book so poor innocent American students studying abroad don't finally arrive at Stonehenge only to react, "Huh, well ... I guess it was important to see it." I'm not kidding.
For the past month, someone has been following me. I don't know who or where he or she is. All I know is that someone has been monitoring my every move since the day I arrived in London, and to tell you the truth, I'm a bit freaked out. London is known as the most "watched" city on the planet because of the high threat of terrorist activity.
For all music lovers in constant search of new independent bands, the solution may be in sight: Welcome to guavagarage.com. First-year College student Daniel Brown, one of the co-founders of guavagarage, described the Web site -- which is in developmental stages -- as "an online music community dedicated to independent bands." Co-founder Mike Logan, a sophomore at Muhlenberg College in Pennsylvania, added that guavagarage will allow music groups, recording artists and studios to form a tight-knit online community while providing music artists with a way to find venues, distribute their work and connect with fans. Brown said he and his friend Daniel Kessler, a sophomore at Muhlenberg College, developed the idea for the Web site last summer.
I had one of the most peculiar experiences of my college career the other day in Alderman Café. It was about noon on a Sunday and I had gone there to enjoy a little coffee and finish some reading.
When Tom Cruise asked me to join the Church of Scientology last week, I was shocked. Why would Tom Cruise, a level VII Operating Thetan (OT), care so much about me, a regular person (RP)? Why did he choose me out of all the patrons dining at Denny's that Sunday afternoon?
10:00: I'm currently in my English class listening to my professor speak passionately about an important literary topic, although he mumbles so much that I'm not sure whether he's talking about Hamlet or about how cute the Care Bears are (so cute!). But every few minutes, like a dolphin resurfacing for air, I can understand a word he says, and, like a dolphin, I become so excited that I flop around and squeak for fish.
Students sat in Newcomb Hall Feb. 9, eagerly soaking up all the wisdom they could from the five panelists sitting in front of them.
Ice cream: truly the greatest food ever invented. It deserves hours upon hours of investigation, research and indulgence.
Every Monday and Tuesday night, University students gather to be transported to another culture -- that of belly dance.
