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.
Around 10 p.m. on a clear day in April last year, a large sedan hit a student biker at an intersection near the University Medical Center.
The time of joyous frolicking on the Myrtle Beach sand, of soaking up UVA (no pun intended) and UVB rays and of getting crunk (yeah!) is upon us.
When applying to the University, I asked my older brother, who had gone here years before, which dorms I should request.
I realized the stigma of living on Alderman Road early in my first semester when a friend observed, "Oh -- you live in 'New Dorm.'" Au contraire, my confused friend.
Philanthropic events are great, but sometimes it's hard to get students to take time out of their schedules to help others less fortunate.
In about a month and a half, I'm turning 20, which is perhaps the most useless birthday ever (besides 22, after which your whole life goes downhill). I'm not a big fan of birthdays, or parties celebrating birthdays for that matter.
