Plan B -- A backup plan?
By Lindsey Wagner | September 5, 2006If 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.
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.
I try not to get too personal in my columns, but I've got some news I need to share. I have a new crush, a big crush in fact, on a little town I like to call Pittsburgh, PA.
Recently, after browsing through a Web site popular to many students who find themselves bored during a lecture, two University alums accomplished a feat, all thanks to Wikipedia. In August, Matt Green and Donald Badaczewski, both 24, broke the world record for riding every subway line in New York City in the shortest time.
When the next episode of a hit television show is set to air, many students will make sure to sit down in front of the screen as quickly as possible. Of course, sometimes this commitment leads to a scheduling crisis. One relatively old alternative to the television crunch is time-shifting, the process of recording a show with a VCR or digital video recorder and watching it later. Today, there is another method.
The University had its first big storm of the season over the weekend --Tropical Depression Ernesto.
"The University of Virginia is a very complex machine," said University Rector Thomas Farrell, II.
I promised a friend I wouldn't write one of those back to school, advice to the first-years columns.
Pam Fischer went to Disneyland with her daughter 10 years ago, where she was assaulted by Captain Hook ... or so she thought.
Dear MTV, I spent my summer abroad, and upon my return, I found that you had begun a new season of "Laguna Beach." Although I've never actually seen an episode, I watched a preview.
Day 4: South Face at Tarboche I could hardly sleep last night it was so cold, even with my down sleeping bag and three layers of clothes.
By Nicole Ponticorvo Cavalier Daily Associate Editor If you've ever walked around Grounds or wandered into the Hereford Residential College, you might have stumbled upon a Dachshund named Sadie.
Procrastination. Some people have it worse than others, but I think it's fair to say that just about everyone experiences it from time to time. Procrastination may be the most widespread obstacle that otherwise intelligent and capable students like ourselves face.
To some students, the International Studies Office (ISO) is more of familiar ground than to others -- namely, international students are automatically associated with the office due to their status at the University.
Ahem. Thanks everyone for coming to this mandatory snhoos-fest. If there's one tip I feel the need to convey to you first years out there, it's this: Get involved.
Waking up late, watching sickening amounts of tele-vision and staying in my PJs all day had no part in my summer -- well, not the first half anyhow.
Many non-U.Va. students believe if a person chooses to attend the University, he or she either must already be stuck-up or will become stuck-up within the first few weeks here. This summer, I traveled all over the U.S.
These days, I am not in the habit of giving people advice. This is mostly because no one asks me for advice anymore because I am possibly the worst problem solver in the history of time.
Every summer, 20,000 interns swarm Washington, D.C. The busy bees work at nonprofits, senators' offices and law firms; they buzz about on the subway; they share the succulent nectar of happy hour while waiting to jab some stinger into a sweet networking opportunity. Lucky for me, I live in the D.C.