Last week, I wrote about fraternities at the University. To clear up any confusion that you frat guys may have had, I would like to reiterate that just because I didn't call out your frat specifically doesn't mean you don't suck.
Think of the last time you were faced with a decision between taking a risk or settling for a guaranteed, perhaps less desirable, outcome.
There is something inescapably fascinat-ing about celebrity gossip. "Jessica Simpson dates John Mayer!" "Kid Rock and Pamela Anderson wed!" But gossip is really fascinating when it involves one of the original creators of the University. Stanford White was a pretty popular guy back in the day.
Imagine you are a first year. You have just been accepted to the University and it is now time to pick your housing.
Idecided to break with well-established college traditions the other day and actually get ahead in my reading assignments.
A few days ago, I read an interesting piece of news: Three new buildings had been designed to accompany Lower Manhattan's proposed Freedom Tower. "That's great," I thought. Sure, I sorely missed the Twin Towers that once stood there.
By Rachel Alberico, Christa Dierksheide, Catherine Dunn and Julie Hofler Cavalier Daily staff writer Sept.
Now that clubs have begun to meet, I need to vent. Many people come up to me and ask, "Chris, why are you involved with so many clubs?
After recently surveying the bleak, empty contents of my wallet, a wallet that was filled to the brim with 200 dollars a mere three days ago, I came to terms with the fact that I am not what you would call a financial wizard. I would like to write this off as being a genetic problem, since my Dad's concept of keeping track of his money consists solely of crumpling bills of all denominations together and shoving them in his pants pockets for later use, but I cannot.
Shortly after the marching band graces the field, a moment of silence washes over the crowd as eyes rise to view the Hoo Vision screen atop the stadium's grassy hill.
So this new Facebook thing is freaking me out. For the eight of you who haven't been on Facebook in the past few days, the Powers that Face have decided, in their inscrutably Olympian wisdom, to install a new feature called "News Feed," which serves as a digest of everything that your friends have done in recent hours.
They say change is a good thing. As college students, we are faced with some major life changes. Once we leave high school, it suddenly seems like every decision we make could be a life-altering one.
If you've ever taken "Religion in America Since 1865," you probably recall religious studies Prof.
There are multitudes of ways to make new friends at the University — one way is to befriend the boys your roommates date.
Before we get started, as always, I present your Weekly Riddle (#27): You're in a closed room with nothing in it but yourself, a fully functional chocolate stopwatch and a glass of milk.
Looking at the amount of dedication University students have for the history of the University and Mr. Jefferson in general, it comes as no surprise that the Corcoran Department of History hosts one of the most popular areas of study for undergraduate and graduate students.
Last spring, the McIntire School of Commerce celebrated their No. 2 ranking among commerce schools in the nation.
If the condom breaks, what's the plan? Before late August, women could get the morning-after pill commonly known as "Plan B" only by prescription. Aug.
I always wanted to be head of the pack, cream of crop, bringing home the bacon, all that jazz. Being on top of the academic food chain, however, is not all that it's cracked up to be.
15: the number of hours it took to drive my car to Charlottesville from my home in Madison, Wis. 5: the number of times my car has been hit in the parking lot of my apartment on Wertland. 1: the number of times I was pulled over my first week in Charlottesville. 2: the number of parking tickets I received my first week of being in Charlottesville. 2: the number of police who escorted my roommate and me down Rte.
