With the Foxfield Races right around the corner, University students tend to catch some form of horse racing fever this time of year, whether it be marveling at the athleticism of the horses or simply shooting a passing glance at the blur of movement on the other side of the cooler. Wouldn't it be nice to make Foxfield last a little longer?
The end of the semester is a time of reflection. You might be reflecting on nights of fun with friends, old flames or some of the information you will be tested on in a few days.
It rains every day in London. The locals hate Americans. The food is terrible. The city is so expensive. When I decided to study abroad in London, I didn't know what to expect.
It's a bleak Sunday morning in Charlottesville, and I, Erik A. Silk, am a bit scared. Yeah. I'm not so much scared of not having a future, whether or not I should be.
Last week I had the privilege of interviewing first-year Shane Valero about his experience thus far at the University.
It's quite a mouthful, but it's been on the lips of students and faculty since last semester. Curriculum internationalization catapulted into student discussions on Grounds with Student Council's creation of the Committee on Curriculum Internationalization.
If there's one time during the year when the commonwealth of Virginia decides to put on its Sunday best and look gorgeous, it has to be the spring.
Vadim Elenev: I think internationalization, it
What's on your University "bucket list?" Securing a job, winning the Gusburger challenge and streaking the Lawn are only a few of the lofty goals some students at the University hope to accomplish before they graduate.
The funny thing about college newspaper writers is that we are unceremoniously fired after four years of dedicated service, no matter how magnificent the prose, no matter how hard-hitting the journalistic prowess.
This is my last column after two years of writing for The Cavalier Daily, and, therefore, it carries the onerous burden of being the best article ever, for as comedians and weight-lifters say, you should always end strong.
Step It Up should not be mistaken for a dance team. The organization is dedicated to stepping, an art form that, according to second-year Engineering student Rochelle Upshur, moves beyond conventional forms of dance. "Step It Up uses stomping, clapping and creating beats to tell a story," said second-year College student Ally Baxter, another member of the organization. Step It Up is the only non-Greek associated step team on Grounds and was founded four years ago. "Step It Up's sole mission is to celebrate the art of stepping through teaching and learning routines," Upshur said. Members of Step It Up gather at Slaughter Recreation Center Mondays and North Grounds Recreation Center Wednesdays to work on step routines and learn new choreography.
James Matthew Barrie must be one of the luckiest men ever. He was a celebrated writer in life and in death and a member of the British Empire's Order of Merit to boot.
For a good portion of you fine readers, summertime is full of sunburns, seedless watermelon, air conditioning, adjusting to life with the parentals again and internships.
Now this was tofu -- spongy, slippery, brown-speckled gray, oozing juices and reeking so badly you couldn't hold it 12 inches from your face.
It's late April again. Finals are starting in a few weeks, temperatures are rising and The Cavalier Daily is getting ready to stop production until next semester.
Genocide. According to Justin Holcomb, University sociology and religious studies lecturer, it is a loaded word.
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.
