Whoa, what is she wearing? A bunch of my friends and I are getting our groove on at a frat party, and we look over at the aforementioned female.
It's not the end of the world, but it sure is the end of an era. Sadly, fourth years, before we know it, we too will be making our storied and long-awaited final trek down the historic Lawn during our very own Commencement ceremonies. And while for most, this surely is not a highlight to look forward to, the "required" post-graduation fancy dinner is something to put on your to-do lists. Time quickly is running out, and reservations are going fast.
One Mississippi... two Mississippi... In the time that just passed, someone needed the easiest, cheapest gift you could ever give. It requires perhaps 30 to 45 minutes of your time.
Rumors often circulate about the demanding, life-threatening nature of the University's various pre-professional schools such as Commerce, Engineering and Architecture.
Until Spring Break in Key West, I never believed in the existence of parallel universes, attractive hair gel or guys that were only out for a piece of commitment.
Some might consider a haircut exceeding $10,000 to be more than a bit excessive. Others might consider having a shaved head the ultimate in bad hair days.
"I was walking home one night from Rugby Road, and I saw it," said a first-year College student who requested anonymity.
Although the calendar marked last Saturday as the official start of spring, many at the University have their own ideas of when spring actually begins. "Sundresses.
We're on the verge. The verge of Charlottesville blooming into gorgeous spring radiance. That means warmth, skirts, sandals, skipping class, picnics on the Lawn and general hippie frolicking. Unfortunately, I hate spring.
I've been studying too much this semester. My suite held an intervention for me a few weeks ago during which they discussed the dismal state of my "Fun Quotient," which apparently had sunk to unacceptable depths. "We're concerned," they told me.
As the scores roll in and teams are crossed off the brackets, many students revel in the excitement of what they consider "the most wonderful time of the year." But the popularity of March Madness basketball pools didn't convince first-year College students Omar Syed and Holly Lewis to bet money on their picks.
Sweaty palms. Shaky voice. Nervous weight-shifting. As you stumble through each sentence of your speech, you're a wreck from head to foot.
If this is my landlord reading, please disregard the following column. But for everyone else, I'll let you in on a secret. I have a dog. Yes, I saw the clause on the lease that said "No Pets," and I abided by it for a year.
Coming back to school after a tropical SpringBreak is and always will be a painful experience. How else do you describe the move from 90-degree weather to 35 degrees with clouds and a chance of rain?
Road Trip Attire Some complaints from girls' schools "down the road" have recently come to our attention.
One would think that finding gourmet sandwiches in a gas station would be a rare find. However, as the phenomenal restaurant reviewers/detectives we are, we found just that gas station.
"My little sis brings all the boys to the yard, and I'm like, 'She's better than yours!' Sally Jackson rocks my world!" -- Big sis love "So, if you're one of those people who eats at the Pav during the lunch rush and you leave all your books and coat on a table to guard it while you go stand in line for 15 minutes, then guess what, you're wasting space and wasting everyone else's time.
I fear that if I'm not honest and don't honor my last name (which is pronounced blunt, for those of you who have yet to get the pun), I'll be ambiguous, and then nothing will be achieved in the next 10 minutes.
Horror stories of injustice, hate and death compose a common perception of life in the Middle East.
