I should never be allowed to speak to adults. Oh sure, I'm technically an adult, but until I stop quoting Nickelodeon cartoons in research papers, I will continue to view myself as a non-adult.
Everyone knows the University draws some of the best and brightest students from across the country, and many alumni go on to achieve great things.
Welcome to a special holiday edition of Wild Kingdom presented by Mutual of Omaha. This week, we spotlight a low life form at the University of Virginia.
Friday 11-30 Safe Space Training Kaleidoscope Room from 3 to 5 p.m. A workshop for volunteers who want to join a network of allies for LGBT students. Japanese Biwa Performance Minor 125 from 3 to 4:30 p.m. Rocky Horror Picture Show Newcomb Theater at midnight Cinematheque's second annual showing of the cult film.
Most University alumni remember their alma mater as a place to study, party and meet friends, but for some, the University also brings to mind memories of white dresses and wedding bells.
In the Jones family household we celebrate the holiday season by exchanging Christmas gifts. But whatever your holiday preference/tradition/celebration, I believe you will be able to relate to the gift giving experiences I am about to convey. Gifts come in several different categories, ranging from the extremely thoughtful and sentimental to the awkward and laughable. An awkward gift is one that, after you have opened it, you wish you could hit a rewind button and never show up at the party.
Just punch a professor; that's all you've got do to. A young one, ideally -- an "assistant" or "associate," someone who just got here and doesn't know the streets.
Boys and girls walk into pregnancy clinics together. Some leave in tears, some in relief and some in greater confusion than before.
The 3 1/2 weeks between Thanksgiving and Winter Break have the potential to be the most wretched time of year.
During the past few weeks, I have been delighted to receive wine questions from friends, avid readers and passers-by.
I've always subscribed to the theory that, for lack of a more academic description, things are cyclic in life.
By Steve Austin Cavalier Daily Associate Editor As exams approach, students collectively wonder where the semester has gone.
Fashion has always intrigued me in the same way an alien is indubitably intrigued by the Canadians' strange way of adding 'ay' to every word, even to words like 'Friday(ay),' 'mayday(ay)' and 'whoops-I-just-fell-off-a-cliff(ay).' This ends up sounding fairly ridiculous, especially to the aliens, who, in general, think our language sounds like one long burp.
Michael Van Den Bossche answers the door of 1900 Jefferson Park Avenue, an acoustic guitar slung across his chest.
The controversy over the "not gay" chant during the "Good Ol' Song" at football games has assumed a life of its own.
For as long as televisions have been a common appliance in American homes, there have been game shows.
Canoeing, s'mores around the campfire and hikes through the woods: kids at Camp Kesem Virginia get a similar experience to other kids at summer camps in many respects.
Note to reader: I uncovered the following diary entries when snooping around in Special Collections last week.
The other night, in an attempt to postpone the imminent discomfort of writing a paper, I made a list of disgustingly mediocre or stupid things that have no importance whatsoever and should be eliminated from existence. The first on the list is rattails.
University students work year-round to make a difference in the University community. From raising money for charitable causes in the Charlottesville community to playing with kids or spending time with the elderly, University students find many ways to be involved in the local area.
