Peering out the window, we could see the glimmering Mediterranean Sea, the small, white houses and larger skyscrapers in the distance.
In The Cavalier Daily's last paper of the fall semester, I wrote about the sharp and radical changes I had seen in my life because of my experiences, my new friends and all the rest of the vibrant consuming life of the University.
First year is a time of myriad experiences, a time in which students meet countless other students, all coping and adjusting, all on the threshold of the four-year-long, life-changing experience that is college. Meeting so many people can be overwhelming and exhilarating at the same time because with each new face comes the potential to make a new best friend or a new love interest -- or maybe even both.
Amid the tickertape and cheers at President Bush's Inauguration ceremony yesterday, pepper spray, snowballs and flying shrubbery were used in heated exchanges between police and protesters.
While many students spent Winter Break skiing, cruising in the Caribbean or sitting in front of a television, some decided to make use of their time off by obtaining academic credits at the University. A new University program allows students to fulfill credits during a two-week period in January.
Professor Duane Osheim is a man with a seemingly endless knowledge of history who truly loves his job.
The closest thing this University has to rock stars is the gentlemen of a cappella. If you've been living in a hole (or just the Alderman stacks), a cappella is basically music sung without instruments.
Coldplay is not playing Starr Hill tonight at 8 p.m. But Blue Merle is. Tonight and every Wednesday night through Feb.
Three, two, one... Even though the ball has dropped and 2005 has officially begun, the new year continues to resonate in the minds of individuals as they set about drafting and attempting to follow their new year's resolutions.
Winter break always messes with my circadian rhythms. From that first day home where you go to bed and wake up at three in the afternoon, the whole four weeks are permanently shifted.
Finals -- that dreaded time of the year that makes even the most capable student shudder -- brings with it not only stress and mania but also that common recurring theme of many college students' lives: the all-nighter. "Since I am so distracted during the day, pulling an all-nighter is definitely my savior," second-year College student Yasemin Erseven said.
I've been looking forward to my semes-ter abroad for years. To make the most of it, I wanted to go with an open mind and an aptitude for some serious cultural enlightenment.
The first semester's done. I feel a little strange about it, to tell you the truth. Time has always seemed unnatural to me, a strange and inexplicable imposition over the free flow of the world, casting a peculiar light over everything and forcing everything that happens into unnatural order.
"SUR" means "South" in Spanish. SUR Magazine means focusing on what's south of the United States: Latin America. The magazine is an "artistic" publication, according to editor and third-year College student Maria Barreix, that features articles on Latin American social, political and cultural issues mixed with original art and photography. It was started in spring 2002 because "there wasn't really a magazine or any kind of publication that targeted the community," Barreix said. Since its founding, SUR -- which is written primarily in English, but also in Spanish and Portuguese -- has become a vehicle of expression for the Latino/Hispanic community, as articles in the magazine are largely submission-based.
Instead of sitting at home while their student-husbands study, wives of married students at the University have formed their own organization for social activities, and are terming themselves "Cavalier Ladies." Thirteen charter members have banded together and set as their immediate objectives bridge parties, dances, a class in gymnastics, and other varieties of group entertainment.
Friday discussion at 8 a.m. By the time you graduate, you'll probably have at least one of these, thanks to your professor deliberately trying to hurt the normally, GPA-saving "participation grade." The discussions are inconvenient, rarely productive and embody the worst aspect of college.
"Why don't we just put Christmas lights up around the Lawn and have a party?" Sound like a good idea?
By Cliff Roberts Cavalier Daily Associate Editor For those students who have ever been stuck in Clemons at four in the morning cramming for that next final exam, the thought of having even just one more day to study probably sounds more than appealing.
My friends and I studying abroad in Lyon, France this semester are always joking about our "European Transformation." We'd like to think we'll come back to the University with great French accents, the latest Chanel products and a flawless air-kiss greeting.
Time is the only difference since my schedule ends at different times each day of the week. But everyday the ritual is the same: come home from class and fall on my bed.
