For some reason I've been getting a buttload of letters from various University celebrities the past few weeks.
Administrators are charged with overseeing and improving various facets of the University. Many of these people work behind the scenes in roles that are not clearly defined to outsiders.
I'm going to preface this column with a statement: I love Harry Potter. I didn't want to, it just kind of happened.
As the University prepares for a night of fireworks at the Rotunda for the kickoff of the largest capital campaign in University history, some benefits of which will be dedicated to the South Lawn Project, one is reminded of another event at the Rotunda involving fire, crowds and much activity -- albeit of a different, and more devastating, nature. As it is infamously known, Thomas Jefferson's focal point of the Academical Village was seriously damaged in a fire Oct.
The truth about skinny jeans: I don't care what all the magazines say, you cannot wear skinny jeans.
While the University is home to 72 academic departments, the classics department has the honor of being one of Jefferson's original 10 academic disciplines.
You've finished classes for the day and are just settling down to tackle your homework when your stomach starts rumbling.
I have just started my fourth and final year of college. I haven't finished my majors, I don't know what "area requirements" are, and I haven't bought a single book for class.
The English language is full of terrifying phrases: "You have an incurable disease," "Your credit card bill is past due" and "You don't know me but I love you." Quite frankly, all of these statements pale in comparison to that question asked so frequently in Charlottesville this time of year: "Do you want to live with me next year?" (We both know you just heard the theme from "Jaws" and had to create a makeshift paper bag from The Cavalier Daily to stop hyperventilating.) I keep coming back to my house here in Charlottesville and wondering why all of my roommates are not at home, even though all four of them are in the living room.
The Nintendo Entertainment System, or NES, was the most successful gaming console of the 1980s. Anyone with a happy childhood knows first hand how great it was and can attribute countless hours of fun to it.
They say to write what you know. I know words. Hence the following campaign speech, which explains my platform as a candidate for the next U.S.
They walk and trot. Some of them canter. Some of them jump. The horses may be asked to do many things, but the students who make up the Virginia Riding Team are the ones being judged. Riding is a club sport at the University whose members compete at shows sponsored by the Intercollegiate Horse Show Association. Members compete in different classes based on experience.
Mr. Jefferson's University embraces just about every activity, interest and whim of its diverse student population.
The big paper you just finished writing is due by Saturday at 8 a.m. All you need to do now is e-mail it to your TA.
I am always impressed by graduate students as they work through the final obstacle standing between them and the promised land of academia: the dissertation.
Tradition has always been one of the most defining characteistics of our University. When talking about our school, we reinforce the idea that we have a "living history" -- that the principles Jefferson used to found the University are the same today as they were in 1819.
For this past summer, I really wanted to land that dream job, the one everybody searches and searches for.
I know people -- good, solid people -- who tend to turn to very adult courses of action when they feel the need for a little perspective in their lives.
I didn't need to be at the University long before I realized that what my high school Italian teacher and University alumna Jaclyn Bevacqua told me was true: Every activity the University calls an honor is something that other schools would have to beg of their students.
One year and two months ago, blogger Kyle McDonald had a single red paper clip. With this paper clip, he would trade for bigger and better items, and track his progress on his blog (oneredpaperclip.blogspot.com). Last July, in exchange for a movie role, McDonald became the newest occupant of a two-story home in Kipling, Saskatchewan, Canada.
