I'm presently writing to you from a PC in a Malaysian hostel. I am putting this piece together in MS Notepad, as this computer's MS Word program takes every word I write in English and transforms it into a series of crazy Chinese characters.
Ask third-year Engineering student Johnson Hu what it's like to be shaken out of bed. Most students are used to starting the morning with the incessant ringing of an alarm clock.
I started smoking in the seventh grade in what can be marked as the lamest attempt a youthful rebellion ever.
When people ask you what your favorite thing is about the University, what do you say? I get this question a lot from family and friends from other schools, and to me, the answer is immediately clear.
Note: This column was supposed to run in The Cavalier Daily's April Fools' issue on Monday, but when the exact events described below actually occurred in real life, it was decided instead to print the story in my column, the one place everyone comes for news. In a shocking display of student self-governance run rampant, disillusioned students commandeered the South Lawn and declared their independence from the University Saturday.
Whether students love them, hate them or use them as door-stoppers, course packets along with other supplemental materials provide a way for teachers to instruct their classes and enhance student education. Having a semester's worth of reading and information neatly bound up into one booklet makes a student's load much lighter when heading off to the library or walking from class to class.
The other day I came across the book "All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kinder- garten." Seeing this title got me thinking about what I know and where I learned it.
When I was first diagnosed with cancer my junior year of high school, I never thought I would write about it.
It's that time of year again -- no, not the time of year when you realize that you're too white to even start tanning on the Lawn (well, it is, and you should probably hit up the tanning bed a couple of times to pre-fry). It's actually that time of year when sports are in full effect.
Chalk. To a child, the word represents nothing more than the powdery substance he or she uses to draw useless but entertaining pictures on the sidewalk.
Looking for an Oscar for directing or filmmaking? Although the University does not offer a filmmkaing major, some students have found alternative ways to strive for Hollywood or to learn a thing or two about films. The FilmMakers Society and the Salmagundi Film Festival The FilmMakers Society is a University organization that provides students the opportunity to get involved in filmmaking. "This year the FilmMakers Society has really focused on providing as many resources ... for anyone who wants to make a film," said Nick Bacon, FMS president and third-year College student. Third-year College student Laura Scott, an FMS honorary executive, said the society focused last semester on providing classes taught by older club members about their areas of expertise. Bacon said FMS members have many different interests ranging from experimental to Hollywood-style films. "There's definitely a place for everybody," Scott said. Scott said fourth-year College students Han West and Rom Alejandro, two students who helped to develop FMS into what it is today, will showcase their work in May. West's and Alejandro's work are "perfect examples of the possibilities that you can reach if you use FMS' resources to its fullest extent," Bacon said. Student filmmakers' work also will be displayed at the Salmagundi Film Festival, held at Newcomb Theater in April. Scott, who is also the festival co-chair, said the festival will be a "hodgepodge" of student films and filmmakers. Third-year College student Steven Quinn said he is submitting a short film with film noir dialogue, in which two strangers have a conversation at night.
With my inevitable departure from college life fast approaching, I'm running out of time to send out all the thank-you notes I've accumulated over the past four years.
Humorist David Sedaris, author of best-selling books "Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim" and "Naked," is adored for his witty, eccentric autobiographical essays.
Stoves to breath by When Claudia Ramirez smiles, her big brown eyes mask the violent history they have seen.
When I turned nine, my parents let me have my first sleepover party. Of course, individual friends had been allowed to spend the night at my house a few times before then.
When you arrived at college, you didn't even know how to bal-ance a checkbook. In fact, you were fairly certain "checkbook" was just an alternative name for Facebook.
Nineteen." "Hit me." "20." "Hit me." "21." "Hit me." "22." "Doh!" If this sounds like you at a blackjack table, then you are one of the many Americans in need of a gambling refresher course.
Think recycling is a hassle? The Divi-sion of Recoverable and Disposable Resources would like you to reconsider.
I made a life-changing decision during the spring semester of my first year at the University: I was going to work as a substitute teacher for the Fairfax County school systems during the summer. I was convinced this was an incredible idea.
There are some days of the year that many people agree ought to be declared official holidays. The day after the Super Bowl, for instance, when you're still cleaning up from the mess left by the caveman friends you allowed to eat all your hot wings.
