President George W. Bush, in the recently updated report entitled the "National Strategy for Victory in Iraq," is redefining the policies concerning continued American intervention in Iraq. This 35-page document outlines Bush's plans for economic, political and military success in the region.
A favorite author of mine once wrote something along the lines of this: If a certain type of story has a moral to it, do not believe it. I had my column for this week written a month ago.
A favorite author of mine once wrote something along the lines of this: If a certain type of story has a moral to it, do not believe it. I had my column for this week written a month ago.
The end of Thanksgiving is the beginning of Christmas!* A classmate informed me that after Thanksgiving, her year went downhill.
'Tis the season to be jolly; 'tis the season of mistletoe and wreaths, snowball fights and sledding, delicious food and relaxation; but most importantly, 'tis the season for family. Some students spend a quiet holiday with immediate family, simply taking advantage of the time away from school and work to relax.
'Tis the season to be jolly; 'tis the season of mistletoe and wreaths, snowball fights and sledding, delicious food and relaxation; but most importantly, 'tis the season for family. Some students spend a quiet holiday with immediate family, simply taking advantage of the time away from school and work to relax.
Tomorrow marks the two-week anniversary of University student Michelle Collier's death. Given the outpourings of love and expressions of grief in Charlottesville during the 14 days following her passing, someone who didn't know Collier might suppose that she had been at the University for years.
The end of Thanksgiving is the beginning of Christmas!* A classmate informed me that after Thanksgiving, her year went downhill.
Are you a female between 5-foot-7 and 5-foot-11? Are you at least 18 years of age? And, most importantly, can you kick eye-high? If so, you may be eligible to audition for the world-famous Radio City Rockettes, renowned for their high kicks and precision dancing. Fourth-year Education student Ericka Whitaker is one of the privileged few who made it through the rigorous and highly competitive audition process to perform as a member of the legendary dance troupe. Whitaker, who has been dancing for 17 years, recalled seeing the Rockettes perform at Radio City Music Hall when she was just 6 years old, and the image never left her mind. "My parents took me to the show in New York at Radio City Music Hall, and I was just fascinated with the Rockettes," Whitaker said.
Are you a female between 5-foot-7 and 5-foot-11? Are you at least 18 years of age? And, most importantly, can you kick eye-high? If so, you may be eligible to audition for the world-famous Radio City Rockettes, renowned for their high kicks and precision dancing. Fourth-year Education student Ericka Whitaker is one of the privileged few who made it through the rigorous and highly competitive audition process to perform as a member of the legendary dance troupe. Whitaker, who has been dancing for 17 years, recalled seeing the Rockettes perform at Radio City Music Hall when she was just 6 years old, and the image never left her mind. "My parents took me to the show in New York at Radio City Music Hall, and I was just fascinated with the Rockettes," Whitaker said.
Tomorrow marks the two-week anniversary of University student Michelle Collier's death. Given the outpourings of love and expressions of grief in Charlottesville during the 14 days following her passing, someone who didn't know Collier might suppose that she had been at the University for years.
In the spirit of coming off of a full week of television vegetation, this morning I present toyou a vision I had at 3:15 a.m.
With the multitude of modern inventions such as iPods, Xboxes and portable DVD players, old-fashioned movie theaters have been losing popularity.
Happy belated Thanksgiving, loyal column readers! I hope your week-long break treated you spectacularly well and that life is treating you equally as well back in C-ville. Actually, I have no idea if I have any loyal readers.
He says: "I had a lot of fun in college and ran out of spending money. Towards the end of my senior year, I had to get a job at Biltmore to gain some extra cash.
Each week, The Cavalier Daily asks a student 25 questions and allows him or her to eliminate five of them.
Every year -- and this year was no different, of course -- Thanksgiving descends upon America, bringing with it armies of hand-shaped, construction paper turkeys, marshmallow-encrusted sweet potato mush and red-wine-drunk uncles.
A typical day in the life of a student at the University of Virginia includes classes, naps, extracurricular activities, naps, homework, complaining about a lack of sleep, naps, socializing, homework and then perhaps a few hours of sleep at night.
It's crunch time. The foreboding cloud of black doom hangs perilously on the horizon as before an impending thunderstorm of dismay on a hot and humid August day of deadly hellish heat. Skies will clear in the afternoon, with gentle winds freshening out of the north, sunny skies, and a 90 percent chance of PAIN. There's nothing like returning from a relaxing week of tryptophan-induced Thanksgiving slumber to discover the next week will be the single most horrendous of my academic career. That's a record 17 years in the making. Not to mention the fact that the Lighting of the Lawn is Thursday, and I have a giant ridiculous snowman costume to make and lots of drinking to do between now and then. But after that, I'll pop in my Charlie Brown Christmas CD and then pop about forty Adderrall, pack a duffel bag and move into Clemons for however long it takes. The time between Thanksgiving and Winter Break should be a time of rejoicing, celebration, cheer, family, friends, dancing and wine. Instead, I'll get a nose-full of "Clemons-Smell" at 4 o'clock in the morning for a week straight. What IS that smell?
Nearly two weeks ago Charlottesville looked as if it were in routine game-day mode, yet something in the air seemed different.
