The Future Looks Bright
By Christine Wallace and Mary Pumphrey | July 24, 2003Incoming first year Tierra Easter said she never originally thought she'd be attending the University of Virginia. "I didn't want to apply to U.Va.
Incoming first year Tierra Easter said she never originally thought she'd be attending the University of Virginia. "I didn't want to apply to U.Va.
When exactly does life begin? It seems to be a vague, philosophical question, but the impetus to solidify an answer has become increasingly vital in political debates concerning the legality of abortion.
As senior year of high school approached, one of my best guy friends completely swore off applying to east coast schools based on "many first-hand accounts" that the girls on the Atlantic were "not so hot." Appalled, yet twistedly fond of his egomaniac tendencies, I laughed and asked, "How can you believe such a myth, and what makes you think the girls back East would go for your skater shoes, sagging skater shorts and crusty skater hair, charming as they all may be?" He turned to me, and with an exaggerated look of exasperation and responded, "What was the moral of Avril Lavigne's 'Sk8r Boi'?! No, really, it's not whether the myth is true or false, it's simply the fact that it exists that freaks me out." [I recognize the absurdity of this statement, but the fact of the matter is that this was the boy who sought a continuation of high school -- the good ol' University of Arizona.
You don't go to bed until 4 or 5 in the morning because you have decided to drink so much or consume whatever is your fancy to such a ridiculous extent that you couldn't possibly go to sleep before then anyway.
Let's get one thing out of the way at the beginning of this review. "Spellbound" is a documentary about a spelling bee.
F or many college students, the joys of summer are negated by missing friends, following parents' rules and above all, working.
On most weekday afternoons a few people can be seen scattered along the brick walk of the Downtown Mall.
As wrong as this may sound, maturity might be the only factor holding Fairweather back from achieving their full rock and roll potential. The D.C.
"Summertime and the livin' is easy."As I listen to these prophetic words sounding from my Sublime CD, I reminisce about summers past.
Red, white and blue paraphernalia plasters the bodies and cars of citizens across the United States.
Pixar burst on to the scene in 1995 with Toy Story, the first feature length film to be entirely computer animated.
One cannot help but ponder what kind of game Radiohead is playing with the music industry. On one hand, the band refused to play their first mega-hit, "Creep," for years because they did not want to be defined as a one hit wonder.
"We love Hip Hop as much as you do, but yoo-hoo it's me the Wahoo," rhymes rapper Blue Black of the group Unspoken Heard on the underground classic "Soon Come," which was released on the 7 Heads album in 2001.
Cool water, calm river, chilled drinks and classic comradery. If the summer's heat has taken its toll on you, take advantage of Charlottesville's area attractions and hit the James River for a day of beating the sun with wet fun! James River Reeling and Rafting, located in Scottsville, is a twenty minute drive from Charlottesville.
Currently in its fourteenth week on the box office charts, "Bend It Like Beckham" has emerged as a bona fide sleeper hit, and it's certainly not too late to catch this fun comedy in the theaters.
They are coming. Summer's grueling humidity and menacing clouds do not even deter them from their purpose.
Late June in Charlottesville means branches full with bright green leaves, landscaping scattered with colorful blooms, and lacy patterns of sun and shade splashed upon brick walkways.
Looking for a fun, free way to be inspired to do some serious shopping? Starting today, whether one is the die-hard shopper for whom window-shopping just doesn't cut it, or the resentful husband who was persuaded by the family to tag along, Barracks Road shopping center has found a middle ground.
It had been quite some time since Zelda and I had last met. A decade, actually, when she had come to me in glorious 8-bit form, encapsulated within a tacky golden cartridge.
I always thought college would be a turning point in my life.I was going to get my act together. I was going to do "real" scholarly work.I had the typical ideas and aspirations of many bright-eyed incoming first-years, dreams of becoming a great student who would always do well and never have to worry themselves over grades.