Taste Buds
By Chris Makarsky and Thomas Ross | November 15, 2002In need of a horizon expansion? Sure, you could register for a non-western perspective class next semester -- that might do the trick.
In need of a horizon expansion? Sure, you could register for a non-western perspective class next semester -- that might do the trick.
The idea of trying to get a job in New York City conjures up images of living in overpriced, tiny apartments while working two menial jobs and jumping at every opportunity to get hired somewhere else. But it doesn't have to be that hard. Next Tuesday, University Career Services will hold an information meeting about the New York Recruiting Alliance for third- and fourth-year students interested in a job or an internship in New York. The NYRA is made up of career services staff from U.Va., University of North Carolina-Chapel Hill, Smith College and Northwestern University. The alliance serves as a liaison between students at those schools and companies in New York who are interested in hiring them. After the information session, students from any school can drop off their resumes in the UCS office by Jan.
I'd like to say that my college academic fallacies can be traced back to second grade, the year I rocked the charts and skipped a whopping 29 days of school. At an early age I discovered there was a world outside the confines of idiotic sock-puppet classroom humor.
Latin by tradition, not by definition. The women of Lambda Theta Alpha Latin Sorority Inc. resolutely practice their binding code.
If you haven't made it past O-Hill Dining Hall or the Pav this semester, then get your taste buds ready for Thursday night's Taste of Charlottesville. The event, which will take place at Alumni Hall, features popular dishes from local restaurants. Sponsored by the Alumni Association, TOC is a chance to thank Student Life Members for their commitment to the University, while satisfying their appetites with great grub. "This is a very special way for us to thank student members for their contribution," Alumni Association Assoc.
Fourth-year College student Meghan Fleming was in need of some playing cards. But searching through a drawer in her college house, she didn't find a deck -- she found Confederate money. "You never know what you're going to find," Fleming said.
Courtney Hagen -- Fourth-year CollegeMargaret Kramer -- Fourth-year Engineering Q: How do you two feel about the fall season in Charlottesville and at U.
Last year I was one of five girls in my senior class to be voted "Most likely to be Presi-dent." Not that being politically oriented is a bad thing, but if you knew me, you would realize why this "honor" carried an air of absurdity. For one, I hate "leading" because I always end up doing all the work (or maybe I have a hard time trusting other people -- but that's a whole web of psychoanalysis for another day).Besides, you should see the other girls who were selected. Yearbook at my school practically was a career, run by an oligarchy of overachievers who made it their mission to document every single aspect of our all-girls' school life, annoying the student body to no end in the process.They snapped useless pictures and wrote copy that no one ever reads in the name of "Quill and Scroll" awards.
Department of English ENNC 831: Victorian Intellectual Prose Q: Where did you get your degree? A: Harvard -- I was an undergraduate and graduate student there. Q: How did you get interested in the media? A: Well, I've always liked television.
Everyone wants to be a hero. Here's your opportunity. By registering to be a bone marrow donor with the Cammy Lee Leukemia Foundation tomorrow, you can give the greatest gift of all -- life. The bone marrow recruitment drive, to be held in Newcomb Hall room 168B from 10 a.m.
If you've ever seen "When Harry Met Sally" you might remember when Billy Crystal explains the rules for friendship between men and women.
Talking back to his mother and disrespecting teachers were outlets in which Jason, a middle school student, could release his confusion and frustration.
Somewhere between my fourth and fifth coconut-fried shrimp, I realized I was in over my head. As I stood at the Biltmore on Tuesday night, listening to a presentation on an investment bank in Manhattan and eating seafood appetizers like it was my job, I started to understand how real and how scary this "job thing" is. On the surface, it doesn't look so bad.
It's about togetherness. It's about sharing. It's about making a positive difference in the lives of others. With the holiday season just around the corner, Madison House's Holiday Sharing program is the perfect way to add a little spirit to an already joyful time of year. By recruiting the help of individuals and groups from the University and Charlottesville area, the program aims to make the holidays special for less fortunate families in the Charlottesville-Albemarle area. Families range from two to eight members, and sponsors can make contributions individually or in a group, said first-year Architecture student and Holiday Sharing volunteer Adrienne Hicks. Besides working with the Salvation Army to find needy families, Holiday Sharing volunteers also are in charge of recruitment, matching sponsors with families and distributing holiday packages.
Impractical. It's a word that many College students get slapped with. For example, psychology, English and religious studies are majors supposedly lacking in resume worthiness and ample career opportunities. Everyone knows the good jobs are in the business world.
In mid-November 1836, the faculty banned the Student Military Company because of its dangerous potential.
Daniel McNamara is on the lookout. Even on slow Wednesday night, he's checking for fake IDs and watching the line outside Buddhist Biker Bar. If you want to get in the door, you'll have to get past his poker-face gaze.
"People need to stop doing drugs because you can't hook up when you do the drugs. And you know what?
Careful! Don't listen to the Chik-Fil-A cow at the Newcomb Hall Pav. You know what cow we're talking about.
Yesterday a streaming line of anxious students snaked its way out of the Newcomb Hall Ballroom, along the third-floor corridor and sometimes out the double doors and into the cool wind of autumn. It rivaled a line emanating from a woman's bathroom during the intermission of a Final Four basketball game.