W ith your brains reenergized from a week of rest, dear readers, you're probably wondering why you have been forced to return to Grounds only to leave again within a couple of weeks.
Most people our age have heard of the "Dear Abby" column at some point or another. The premise behind the whole thing is people will write letters to Abby about their problems, and she will write back with simple solutions.
As the holiday season quickly approaches, I know all of you have this pressing question on your mind: How can I be the biggest glutton possible on Thanksgiving?
The early 1970s were a time of change at the University: changes in quality of education, changes resulting from the introduction of coeducation, changes in the growing diversity of the student body.
What you're about to read is an experiment, an unprecedented event in the life of "Reality Check." Up to this point, all of the columns that have appeared in this space have been planned out well in advance.
I love Thanksgiving. There are many things about the holidays that are rough, though. My family holidays are a full-immersion experience, involving late nights of perpetual conversation and overflowing tables of irresistible food, as well as early mornings to watch parades and holiday specials and the like.
In light of tonight's presentation by University alumni and former faculty sponsored by the Black Student Alliance and The Cavalier Daily, the Life section presents selections from the 1975-1976 archives describing the controversy surrounding former University President Frank L.
Dabney house is the place I call home this year. It is not, however, the place from which I call home -- for I have found it officially impossible to operate the landline phone in my room, and apparently, so did all the residents who lived here before me: I have 4,387 "new" messages, and while, yes, I am extremely popular, you gotta figure at least a third of those predate my arrival. Of course, radio waves are afraid of entering the sacred house of Dabney, so I have to go outside to the Old Dorms quad to use my cell phone.
Bridging the Gap, a community service organization that recently attained CIO status, has become one part of a larger relief network for African refugees now living in Charlottesville. The group, founded by fourth-year College student Clay Broga, is a mentoring program for refugee children, many of whom Broga said are not yet proficient in English or fully adjusted to life in Charlottesville. While helping the children to more fully develop their own cultural understanding of America, volunteers provide numerous needed services, such as tutoring (particularly in reading) and transportation to activities such as soccer practice, third-year College student Bobby Corrigan explained. The children are not needy in the literal sense, Corrigan said, pointing out that food and clothing are not the issue. Rather, they are "needy in terms of stimuli and coming out and doing things," Corrigan said. With many parents working multiple jobs at inconvenient times, mentors often help fill in the gap, Broga explained. Broga said he wants to help the parents instill the values of education and morals, hoping to ultimately see many of these children become college or job applicants. "It's Parenting 101," Broga said, referring to how he had to learn to handle the emotional ups and downs and realize occasional mean behavior does not translate to a lack of appreciation. Corrigan said he likens the organization's goals in some ways to a relatively casual version of Big Brother Big Sister, with the more specific task of serving as a segue between life in Africa and America. Bridging the Gap is unique in that it addresses "a pocket of the population that is largely ignored," Broga said.
For anthropology Prof. Elizabeth Arkush, the past has been a lifelong passion. "I have wanted to be an archaeologist as long as I can remember," Arkush said.
I believe it was the Beatles who sang to the world, "All you need is love." This message is also a main theme in the movie "Love Actually," which, in my opinion, is one of the greatest films of all time.
Last Wednesday I was sitting around my apartment, anticipating a nice, relaxing weekend. Five days later I find myself in possession of free chicken sandwiches for a year, a side-splitting headache, a sweet fanny pack, an unhealthy obsession with Emilio Estevez and some questions for the John Paul Jones Arena PA man. It all started with a call from my friends, freaking out about how the first 100 people through the door at the Chick-Fil-A grand opening get 52 free combo meal coupons.
I consider myself a pretty polite guy. I say "bless you" when people sneeze, I hold the door open for those with whom I am sharing a doorway and I always at least nod my head in recognition when I make eye contact with someone, despite their stranger status. You might even fancy yourself as a polite person too.
A capstone project conducted by the Engineering school normally lasts one year, but some students developed their endeavors into a long-term pursuit. Seven students traveled to Cameroon last year with the goal of introducing a new, sustainable water filtration system to Tourou, a local village. The Engineering in Context program through the University allows students from multiple disciplines to collaborate on what is called a Capstone project. "Its intention is to provide a culminating experience for fourth year undergraduate students in engineering," Material Science and Engineering Prof.
Last Wednesday was arguably the most important day in American history. Nov. 8 will live in infamy as a watershed moment in the course of this great nation.
The Virginia men's club rugby team, the Virginia women's club rugby team and the Charlottesville men's rugby team all won their respective state tournaments last weekend.
November is usually not the most exciting month for University students. The weather gets colder, it becomes harder to make it to your 8 a.m.
Here is how the story goes: Every 'Hoo down in 'Hooville Liked College a lot. But the Grinch, Who lived just above C-ville, Did not. Just to the west of Grounds, a house sits on Lewis Mountain overlooking the University.
It is especially this time of year that we start to moan and complain about being University students, about how much easier life would be if we could just quit school and escape to some exotic locale, depending solely on our skills in basket weaving. Yet, how often do we forget how amazing it is that we actually are students here?
Thomas Jefferson once said, "In matters of style, swim with the current; in matters of principle, stand like a rock." I, however, beg to differ.
