The buzz and whir of life at the University -- cell phones ringing, personal planners abound, students walking and talking at a mile a minute.
Some people have a habit of bringing books, magazines and other reading material into the bathroom.
Ben McKenzie doesn't have it bad. The 2001 College graduate has established himself in his chosen profession -- acting -- by landing the role of main character Ryan on Fox's hit new teen drama, "The O.C.," which airs at 9 p.m.
Wracked by the emotional turmoil of my 21-year-old angst and prematurely high levels of anxiety and stress, last semester I finally resolved it was high time to obtain some inner peace. Time to balance the yin and yang, establish a harmonious existence between my mind, body and soul, focus on my seven chakras, strengthen my inner chi and, most importantly, emulate Madonna and reach nirvana. Ah, inner peace.
There's nothing like new faces and a new challenge to spice up the cold winter days. And Student Council's annual Winter Activities Fair from 12 to 5 p.m.
When vacation season rolls around I prefer self-improvement to be incidental, much like how eating an ice cream cone also happens to be high in calcium.
In honor of yesterday's Martin Luther King, Jr. celebration, the Office of African-American Affairs, in conjunction with Alpha Phi Alpha fraternity, have scheduled renowned civil rights activist and comedian Dick Gregory to speak tonight at 7:00 p.m.
I feel pretty svelte these days. I'm feeling the burn. Getting in shape. Releasing my inner Adonis.
Deep inside the quiet Fontana, Va. community, large gray smoke clouds could be seen rising from a series of buildings being consumed by flames.
Maybe it was listening to a girl from Jerusalem argue with a German girl over the aftermath of the Holocaust.
Wow. I'm still reeling from my New Year's Eve shenanigans. What was I thinking? I mean, I've gone through my entire life feeling like a lonely pea in a pod big enough for two.
After finishing their first semester at the University, African-American first years and transfer students celebrated their accomplishments in the annual Harambee II held yesterday afternoon.
I'd like to complain about the cold. It's really freakin' cold outside. My hands get cold. My face gets cold.
By mid-semester the stresses of unfilled schedules will have long since passed, ironically replaced by the anxieties of days that are too full.
As graduating fourth years finally log in to ISIS to complete final registration, they are forced to confront the reality of their final semester.
We won't lie to you. We miss Espresso Royale. It was so utterly Charlottesville, the way that the true intellectuals flocked there for a latte, a much different crowd than the gotta-go Starbucks.
As students begin preparing for their classes by purchasing books and making last minute adjustments to their schedules, professors are putting the finishing touches on weeks of preparation. Last minute trips to the bookstore and desperate attempts to log onto ISIS to change discussion sections hardly compare to the time and effort professors spend to provide their students with the best classes possible. Economics Prof.
Gregory Smith peers out from beneath a shell of straight, golden hair and answers interview questions with the assurance and poise of a well-practiced public figure.
I don't stretch before I run. It's one of those things I have always hated to do. I mean, really, if I get up enough energy to get off my butt and stop watching "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" in order to physically torture myself, I am not going to take the time to slow down and stretch.
She's had her life threatened by the Iranian government countless times. She's suffered the grotesque conditions of a prison run by Islamic extremists.
