University alumnus William Bennett, a member of the Class of 2000, returned to Charlottesville this summer to follow his passion and sing opera with the Ash Lawn Opera program.
Inspired by the friendship of Thomas Jefferson and Italian-born Philip Mazzei, their hometowns recently celebrated their 30th year as sister cities.
I'm interning in New York for the summer and my parents came to visit me last weekend. My dad insisted that my mother not take out a map when we were in public so people would not think we were "rednecks from Boise, Idaho" --because clearly Boise connotes more redneck fun than my home state of Georgia. After this experience, I got to thinking about the challenges of fitting in wherever you go on vacation this summer. Some places are easier than others.
Several University undergraduate researchers are spending their summer playing with Legos, in simplest terms. Actually, they are not exactly Legos, but BioBricks.
Perhaps the greatest challenge of an internship with the Environmental Protection Agency is learning to speak a new language.
The presidential campaign office of U.S. Sen. Chris Dodd, D-Conn., is in a rather nondescript building in northwest D.C.
Well, the end happened pretty much just as I thought it would. I emerged from that beautiful ship in San Diego Harbor, weighed down by the spoils of my journey, tearfully greeted by my mother, calling out promises that I would stay in touch with too many new friends.
The Bluegrass Grill does not play bluegrass. In fact, it lacks many of the essential charms of the home of bluegrass, Appalachia.
After spending a painstaking two hours shelling and blanching fava beans, it finally dawned on me why Americans are so afraid of the kitchen: The act of cooking, in today's frenzy of productivity, is in fact too laborious to manage.
Ever since I discovered Ten a few weeks ago while getting drinks with girlfriends, I have been dying to go back and engulf myself in the swanky metropolitan restaurant for a full meal.
I call it "linguistic naturalization." When I returned home after my whirlwind introduction to higher academia as a first-year student, I realized that many components of the lifestyle I took two semesters to familiarize myself with dissolved.
With the last day of classes coming up, students at the University have a lot to look forward to.
Meet Jo Watts. A little more than two weeks ago, the third-year English major was preparing to return to civilian life.
By Bailee Barfield Cavalier Daily Associate Editor With finals quickly approaching, students attempt to stuff back into their heads major works of literature and historical figures assigned in textbooks and mentioned in lectures.
To all of us who will soon be alumni of the University of Virginia, let's look back fondly on our time well spent. Remember the first time you streaked the Lawn.
I did not want to come to the University of Virginia. I had my heart set on another school, but I guess the universe works in mysterious ways.
When high school seniors pick up their #2 pencils and fill in that last bubble on the answer sheet for the SATs, they often breathe a sigh of relief, thinking they are done with standardized testing.
The wisdom tooth in the lower right corner of my mouth is bothering me. I don't know what's causing the pain or whether it will go away on its own, but it's making me rue the day that tooth reared its ugly enamel.
Mud sliding, exploding fire hydrants, a flaming car drenched in gasoline -- all this while the majority of the 10,000 person crowd was, let's say, "not in the right state of mind." In the 1960s and 70s, this was the annual tradition of Easters at the University. Easters has a long history, dating back just prior to the turn of the century.
As college students, our lives are largely dependent on our ability to communicate through electronic mail, or "e-mail" as it is known to modern hipsters.
