On Saturday students flooded Scott Stadium to watch the Cavalier football team beat the University of North Carolina, but there was a subtler contest taking place in the stands.
Some people in the world don't believe tossing small balls into plastic cups can be a true sport.
All the trouble you may have had convincing your parents to let you have the car at school may seem like a waste the next time you find yourself entrenched in a complicated parallel parking situation on Grounds. Second-year College student Gauri Raval voiced the popular opinion that parking on or near Grounds has become such an endeavor that it's often easier to go the old-fashioned way: on two feet. "I honestly feel like it's more of a hassle [to drive in Charlottesville] with the traffic and the parking," she said. Raval said she is happy that she doesn't have a car at the University, especially because her five apartment-mates in Lambeth each brought cars and suffered through a parking predicament because they were only guaranteed one space to share. "The others were put in a lottery for extra spaces and two got them," Raval explained. Maybe three out of five ain't bad, but Raval's case is a fairly lucky one.
With classes indisputably in full swing and nights consisting more and more of reading assignments and problem sets, many students turn to an old study tool: the telephone.
It is difficult to find a single piece of clothing that is consistently worn by a multitude of University students.
The most frequently used phrase around Grounds these days is not "Go Wahoos" or "ISIS sucks." Instead, it is the four-worded sentence that has become a part of one's daily routine -- "how was your summer?" While most answers revolve around beaches, issues with parents and vacation destinations, some students have something else to criticize or praise: internships.
Conformity is not cool. If you're new to my column, now you know. If you've read it before, you've heard this five million times. It's not cool being just like everybody else, but sometimes it's helpful (or just nice) to know what people around you are wearing.
The blocky, red numbers stare me in the face -- "6:29." One minute away from another August day of band camp. One minute and a few weeks away from our first show, our first test. One minute and generations away from where this band has been and where it will be. The numbers blink "6:30." It's go time. I slide out of bed, careful not to wake my roommates -- I have the early shower shift -- and execute my morning routine, knees aching, thighs numb and voice hoarse from the previous day's drill instruction.
"It's bullshit," third-year Engineering student Dave Maderas said. "They can run that place with three people." For years Pavilion XI, better known as "the Pav," has been serving students favorite offerings such as smoothies, Chick-fil-A and wraps all day and even after the dining halls are closed.
Thoughts of a third year, inspired by the patronsaint of college students: Derek Zoolander. 4"I give you, 'The Derek Zoolander Center for Kids Who Can't Read Good.'" I went to the bookstore to get the books for the classes I'm enrolled in the other day.
As a new generation of University undergrads arrived in Charlottesville two weeks ago, there was surely one new and clueless first year who -- aided by parents, siblings and extended family -- slaved up three flights of stairs to find a dinky 10 foot by 15 ft room that would be his or hootr home for the next year.
Although yesterday's rain and classes helped remind students that their lazy summer days are over, there is still one way to reconnect with summer.
There is an underlying humor hiding beneath the mundane excitement of returning to school. The mental shock of trying to remember all the names you should know and a necessary effort to learn new ones, stemming not from social interest, but more directly from social requirement.
Last Friday evening, third-year College student Stanley Lau was furious. Someone was threatening his friends. "My friends were in pain," Lau said. They had been bitten, squeezed and bruised despite Lau's best attempts to protect them.
Ah, Ohio. My home state, my pride and joy -- as long as I'm not living there. Ohio, because of its atomically similar shape and geographic placement, has the nickname "The Heartland of America," which, by the way, is so much better than Indiana -- "The Crossroads of America." While I'm absolutely overjoyed to be back in Charlottesville, sometimes there's just not enough exiting news here.So, if you've been wondering what goes on in Cleveland, which no doubt you have, I can happily announce that I'm here to help that situation.
By Michelle Jamrisko Cavalier Daily Associate Editor With just one day's notice, students flooded the Newcomb Ballroom to catch a glimpse of 27-year-old Vanessa Kerry, daughter of the Democratic presidential candidate, as she fielded hardball questions voiced by University students yesterday morning. Not all students heard about the event in time to attend.
My favorite movie growing up was Grease. I would watch it all the time and can sing every song, hum each harmony and recognize every costume as well as any nursery rhyme.
The start of a new school year means many things to many people. It's all about new classes, old friends, hopes for the football season, even anticipation of the upcoming presidential election.
Despite having over a year of schooling ahead of me, a creeping sensation of fear had already begun to form in my mind: I am graduating in May, and I will have to find a job. In high school, the effects of "senioritis" had caused an irritating condition of impatience as graduation approached.
