We've all heard hundreds of stories that started the same way, with a thought we've had ourselves: When I woke up on Sept.
You know the feeling. You glance furtively in all directions as you walk from class to class, paranoid that he is traveling the very same path.
Even to the sporadic library trekker, the scene in front of Alderman at dusk is a familiar one. The sandy wooden benches and marble steps are populated with mentally-exhausted students on a break.Often, they are chatting in various languages, accompanied by a cup of coffee, or, more often, -- a cigarette.
It's difficult to ignore the masses of well-dressed people at the University. Summer dresses, cute tops and skirts, polo shirts and khaki shorts -- these are the fashion norms on Grounds.
PLAP 381 Constitutional Interpretation PLAP 885 Theory of Constitutional Interpretation Q: Where did you attend college and what was your worst college experience? A: I attended the University of California, Santa Barbara.
You raise your hand silently, waiting to make your contribution to your discussion section. Maybe you feel passionately about the topic or perhaps you just want your participation points.
When first-year College student Blair Reilly came to the University in August, she knew her life was about to change dramatically.
Humans have altered their natural scent for ages.Years ago, explorers risked their lives making voyages to the far east for priceless fragrances only royalty could afford.Today, a voyage to Macy's can't be made without the risk of being ambushed by spritzing, smiling women behind glass-topped counters. Perhaps this obsession with smell can be traced back, Charles Darwin style, to a time when scent was more about survival and less about Chanel No.
So you had been planning to go fishing Saturday for pretty much the whole week, but when Saturday morning came, you were too damn hung-over to drive down the street, much less to a stream.
From football games to frat parties and hypnotism to hangovers, first years across the University have already experienced many things for the first time in their newly-minted college careers. First classes on that Wednesday morning brought bleary-eyed first years in pursuit of higher education out of their dorms at ungodly hours.
So, it's a Saturday night, the game is away this weekend and you and your roommates are picking a place to go out to dinner.
The Lawn was filled with expectant students Wednesday night, eager to check out new a cappella tunes and find their a cappella crush for the year.
Among the worn brick pathways, white columns and freshly seeded Lawn, the wandering eye notices perfectly stenciled white symbols adorning walls and sidewalks.
Academic. Social. Philanthropic. Leadership. Brotherhood and sisterhood. These are some of the top reasons to be Greek, members of the Inter-Greek Council told first-years, transfers and Greeks in attendance at the Greek 101 session last night. Greek Week was supposed to kick off with a barbecue on the Lawn, but that event was cancelled because of inclement weather.
9:00 a.m.Sometime in June The photocopy room is my haven. It is there that I can stare out the tinted window to the Washington, D.C.
Abbey Atwood CLAS III Q: Why do you want a class ring? A: It's a memento from college. Q: Which finger will you wear it on? A: My ring finger on not-my-wedding-ring hand. Q: Do you want gold or silver? A: I am probably going to get white gold because it is more my style. Q: How many karats do you want? A: Probably 14 karats. Q: Which style are you getting? A: I am debating right now between the petite and the small.
Even if you hadn't heard about the Rotunda sing last Wednesday, the masses that systematically descended on the lawn were hard to ignore. Who could resist such an evening?
Feeling the sun's scorching rays nearly burning a hole into the top of your head, sweat annoyingly dripping down your brow, lip and back.
I'm just going to come right out and say it: I hate my brother's girlfriend. (I've been sitting here for the last 20 minutes trying to think of a tactful way of phrasing this fact, but the words "dislike" and "not my favorite person" are euphemisms for the truth: I hate her.) Unfortunately, I have to credit this girlfriend with teaching me an important lesson about boys and girls -- really, the only invaluable and enlightening thing I learned during an excruciatingly long and hot Arizona summer (there is something to be said for detox, however). One might think I should not care so much about "the girlfriend," but my 15-year-old brother and I have an uncommonly good relationship -- to the point where it almost is disgusting how well we get along.
