It's April. It's that time of year when showers prepare to bring flowers, when college basketball ends and baseball begins and when 90 degree days are quickly followed by snow in Central Virginia.
If you're like me, you're probably extremely concerned about your level of personal safety in Charlottesville.
The chances are pretty low that in a given week you and your friends will discuss immigration, the political interests of youth in other countries, the place of civil rights activism in current affairs and the importance of building connections with students of other ethnic backgrounds. But sparking dialogue about rarely discussed topics was exactly the point of the University's second-annual Latino Awareness Week, held March 19 to March 23. LAW was organized by La Alianza Coalition of Hispanic/Latino Leaders, an umbrella organization that includes groups such as the Latino Student Union and the Society of Hispanic Professional Engineers.
There are some things that a University student is just supposed to do before he or she graduates.
What could this title possibly mean? The Time Cube is some ridiculous nutcase's idea regarding temporal fields or religion or something like that, which one of my friends discovered on the Internet.
While University students may find the week that celebrates Thomas Jefferson's birth one filled with festivity, this week also ushers in more unfortunate incidents, including the assassination of a fellow president and the sinking of a very big ship. It was just like any other Friday evening in Washington when Lincoln and his wife arrived to attend the play "Our American Cousin" at Ford's Theatre April 14.
Rarely, if ever, a mistake somehow slips by the incredible editorial staff here at The Cavalier Daily.
I think someone should write a procrastination handbook about 101 ways to not do your work. I think I should be hired for the job.
There is a time to weep and a time to laugh, but Perfect Praise Dance Ministries focuses on the time to dance. "We're not just entertainment," said fourth-year College student Natalie Banks, Perfect Praise president.
Students roll out of bed at the insistent ringing of their alarms and turn on their laptops to check the weather, a crucial step in deciding what to wear and whether to carry an umbrella.
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.
