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Boredom: The act of being "bored," further defined as the process by which boredom is cultivated, which in it of itself is an infinite loop of definitions and pretty boring.
12,000 miles, 18 pounds of cheese, 37 pounds of ham and over 100 hours of nonsensical staring at foreign television -- so begins the summer of 2005. It all started when I packed up my 1989 Toyota Camry with everything I could expect it to carry without falling apart.
Hollywood and Madison Avenue would have us all believe that summer is a time for lazy days, hot nights and consequence-free hi jinx.
I've forgotten what it's like to be free from my parents' reign. In fact, coming back home for the summer has been quite the culture shock. I miss all the little things that you never realize you can do as a college student living on your own but can't do as a 21-year-old living under your parents' roof. First of all, not many people in college wake up on the weekends before 10 a.m.
By Preston Gisch Arts & Entertainment Editor Heritage Repertory Theatre's "Damn Yankees" ($14 for students; 8 p.m.
A summer job can be quite a humbling experience for an admitted intellectual elitist like myself.
Four girls sat around a table discussing cute bathing suits, upcoming concerts and weekend plans.
4Doctor's exams are just a series of midterms leading up to the final, which is the autopsy. But I won't be caught dead studying for that.
To Whom It May Concern, I am writing to inquire about summer employment, and any opportunities you have available for the summer.
This week marks the one-month anniversary of the end of the school year. It's been a full four weeks since the 2005 graduation, and University students are well into their long-awaited summer vacations.It turns out, however, that a school-free summer isn't always the vacation some students anticipated it to be.
I have a confession to make -- and no, I am not about to explain my irrational fear of fire, my unpaid parking tickets or why I left a pair of crutches (so random, I know) in my apartment instead of taking them when I moved out.
By the end of April, all the time I should have been using to study was spent daydreaming about going home.
For many first-year University students, the year went like this: Blink. Fall semester rushed by.
Edwardo James grinned as he walked into Starbucks on a sunny Wednesday afternoon wearing a blue "LA" cap and a white-striped, button-down shirt.
According to Zeta Beta Tau fraternity, Four Square is a children's game. For this reason, the fraternity organized a "Four Square Mania" tournament which took place last Sunday afternoon in the Scott Stadium parking lot. The tournament was one of many charity events which took place last weekend.
I sat down to write this column and I didn't really know where to start. I frankly don't know if anyone reads a word I write, but in the end it doesn't really matter, I suppose, because this double-handful of inches I get every two weeks is like my own little clean, well-lighted place in which to pin down the pinwheel of my days.
Sarah Rosenthal is a first year who doesn't quite meet the status quo. She lives in Brown College, she's majoring in architecture, she juggles and she rides a unicycle to Barracks Road for a little grocery shopping at Harris Teeter. Seven years ago, "Santa" brought Sarah two gifts: a unicycle and a grocery cart "borrowed" from the local Kroger's grocery store. "I'd go on the back porch," Rosenthal said, "and you put the cart in front of you, like a walker for an old person, and you just grab onto the cart and hold on for dear life.
The Life article, "After immigration, dreaming of education" incorrectly claimed the anonymous author has an "undocumented legal status." Her immigration status is currently "tentative," meaning she is a legal citizen of the United States, but under Virginia law cannot qualify for in-state tuition status.
The air can be heavy to breathe sometimes. Such is the case when you have bronchitis. There's nothing much you can do about it -- it just sticks to the back of your throat and goes down like oil.
