The other day, I realized if I wrote my autobiography it wouldn't have an appendix -- because I don't have one. It would, however, contain many falsified stories with pirates, dinosaurs, ghosts and a small dog with whom I solve mysteries.
She would finally be leaving Charlottesville. Becky Trudel hadpacked all her things for her freshman year at Tulane University in New Orleans, excited to begin anew in a place far from home. "I was one of those Charlottesville kids who didn't want to go to U.Va.," Trudel said. But Trudel, now a temporary first year in the College, was one of many Tulane students forced to evacuate before Hurricane Katrina swept through the southern states.
The only thing missing is a shuffleboard court. Friday night I found myself sitting at a dinner table with nine friends, eating arroz con pollo and drinking wine. There were candles on the table.
Some say there is a "Seinfeld" reference to match every situation in our real lives. These people are right.
Each week, The Cavalier Daily asks a student 25 questions and allows him or her to eliminate five of them.
Try as I might to change this fact, the sad truth is I absolutely cannot study in my room. I have no reasonable excuse for this, as my mother insisted on buying me a red (she would only buy it in red -- apparently, "honey" was too generic for her tastes) desk from Pottery Barn Kids that is roughly the size of Greenland in order to facilitate my studies.
It is common knowledge that college life is very different from high school life. There are new friends, new living arrangements and new freedoms and responsibilities.
Last week I reached a milestone in my career as a journalist: my first piece of fan mail. It came in response to last week's column that focused on life (or lack thereof) in Hereford and offered survival tips to first years recently placed there.
Aug. 29, University students were put to the test: Wear a black T-shirt as a form of protest in light of recent race-related incidents.
In the days immediately following the devastation of Hurricane Katrina, University students have mobilized to respond to the crisis on the Gulf Coast. As early as Aug.
Are you: 1) Routinely labeled a nice guy? 2) The kind of guy who has actually gotten coffee with a female friend just because she was mad about something? 3) The kind of guy who actually loves what he does academically? 4) The kind of guy who believes he can make a small, significant difference in the world? 5) Able to talk to any girl you just met for hours, but completely unable to have a first date set up by the end of your conversation? 6) Someone who has more majors than girls' phone numbers? If you fit the above criteria and are hitting your third or fourth years, you are probably starting to notice something odd.
By Amber Davis Cavalier Daily Associate Editor California, known for its definitely progressive actions on many political and social issues, has yet again lived up to that reputation: This past Tuesday, the California Assembly, after heated debate, voted in favor of same-sex marriages.
You know, it's strange how differentand how much better and how much worse and how much the same it is to come back here.
Life for many Universitystudents has not quite been the same since Hurricane Katrina devastated the Gulf Coast Aug.
I had a crisis last week. Not a "'Full House' DJ's got a pimple on school Picture Day" kind of crisis, but a real-life one.
Asking someone out on a date is a difficult process that, for some students, can be nerve-wracking. Some students may choose to ask out that special someone by doing something creative or unique, others may use more traditional means like flowers and still others may just do it in person or over the phone. Some students may resort to technology -- specifically, AOL Instant Messenger. Students who do this, however, may not be met with positive results. "If someone asked me out on AIM, I wouldn't take them seriously [because] you can't see facial expressions, and it's hard to interpret," second-year Education student Suzy Natz said. Other students said they don't even take the romantic potential of AIM into consideration. "I don't do it whatsoever," second-year Engineering student George Leffue said.
I may be jumping the gun, but so far I've noticed a disturbing trend among the Class of 2009. Perhaps I should say that I've noticed the disturbing lack of a trend
Huddled together,packed among hundreds of children, teachers and parents, are two sisters, eight and ten years old.
"It's going to be like the bubonic plague all over again!" If you recognize this saying, you were most likely at hypnotist Tom DeLuca's show last Friday evening.
Note to self: First, get your name legallychanged to "Ross." Second, purchase generic high school cross country t-shirt.
