I've been to a lot of concerts in my time. I've seen big bands, little bands, good bands, bad bands, rubber bands -- you name it, I've had that experience. And while it wasn't the most fantastic show I've ever witnessed, The Rolling Stones concert is something I won't forget for a long time. It all began with a press pass.
Your parents boasted about seeing The Rolling Stones when they were strapping British rebels complete with skulls and rattlesnakes.
There was a time in the not-so-distant past (read: five days ago) when my weekend wish list consisted of nothing more than logging some quality hours at an ultra-fratastic gathering on Rugby Road or surrounding areas.
Last Friday found many students travel-ing around Virginia for a reason unrelated to Monday's reading holiday.
I n light of the recent attack on Sigma Alpha Epsilon fra-ternity, the University's Greek students are guarded,perhaps more now than ever before, against outside dangers penetrating the fraternity and sorority environments.
I love this time of year. As someone who has happily spent his whole life luxuriating in the weather patterns north of the Mason-Dixon Line, I find it somehow deeply disturbing when we enjoy such exhaustingly fine weather for so long.
Can't decide on a major that interests you? Like video games? Finally, for loyal gamers, the solution is here to solve both questions -
Are people genetically predisposed to blow me off, or has humanity at large been colluding in a worldwide Bayless-snub as of late? For starters, Rebecca still hasn't responded to my wtf@virginia.edu story, a full two weeks later.
It was late June 2004 during the Summer Language Institute for Spanish. The past preterit had barely been taught and after two weeks of seven-and-a-half-hour class periods, my most complex sentence was, "Me gusta beber el vino"
From iPods to IMing, from Nintendo to night-time jogs -- within every pastime is hidden the potential for ... a study break.
We're halfway through first semester now, and the first years are starting to settle in to the rhythm of college life.
Usually when the University student population is counting down the days until the end of the week, it is for the end of exams, an upcoming break or just the beginning of weekend fun.
"Oh Lord! She's gonna come back a terrorist!" Sadly enough, that was the No. 1 response I got from people in my hometown last spring when I told them I would be spending my summer in the Middle East.
Well, Fall Break is over, everyone's back from their hometowns and we never have to be reminded of how awkward we were in high school again -- until we go back for Thanksgiving. Last Wednesday the University announced three student nominees for the Rhodes Scholarship program in an effort to allow these students to continue research projects in a post-graduate setting.
If somebody falls out of a tree and breaks their arm or falls off their horse and breaks their back or gets pinned under a trac-torin the middle of a pond, you can rest assured -- you call the Charlottesville-Albemarle Rescue Squad, they'll arrive with state-of-the-art equipment.
How many Virginia Tech students does it take to change a light bulb? Three: One to change the bulb, and two to discuss how they did it as well as a U.Va.
Chuck E. Cheese is having a rough year. In March, a man was tasered by police over accusations of cutting in line at the salad bar.
Around this time, there's just something in the air, perhaps the smell of the growing laundry piles that hints of venturing homeward.
Dear Marching Band, While I appreciate the effort being made to modernize the image of the marching band away from the John Philip Sousa-obsessed stereotypes, part of me is a little confused by the addition of such new hits like "Don't Phunk with My Heart." That part of me just wants to hear some classic Great American ditties.
Amidst the multitude of fall weddings, actors Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher reportedly tied the knot last Saturday, according to People magazine's Web site.
