First-year College Student What is the best trip you've ever taken by bus? The best trip by bus would have to be when I went to Washington, D.C., last year.
The bomb exploded Thursday in Kabul, Marina Omar's home city. She found out in her 8 a.m. English class at Piedmont Virginia Community College, leaving her a day full of hours to worry about her family in Afghanistan, particularly a beloved uncle and two rosy-cheeked cousins. Omar didn't have time to eat that day, let alone try to call home.
It was just a Tuesday morning * I was in my room * The sun came up like always * My alarm clock went off at 9:00 p.m.
Oct. 29, 1929 Stock Market Crash Wall Street, N.Y. "Panic. It is a word that describes a highly intense, contagious fear amongst a large number of people.
On sunny skied football game days, swarms of enthusiastic fans flock to Scott Stadium. They come to root for their home team, support their alma mater, and perhaps most importantly, pre-game. Most season-ticket holders arrive in Charlottesville a few hours prior to the game, filling the parking lots for some quality tailgating, which has become as much a part of the University's football tradition as striped ties and sundresses. Of course, quality tailgating most commonly includes a considerable amount of alcohol. So what allows both fans and students alike to bring alcoholic beverages onto school property on game days? "The Virginia Student Aid Foundation leases the parking spaces in the lots near the stadium from the University on game days," VSAF Executive Director Dirk Katstra said.
Q: How do you like teaching mostly first-year students? A: It's like Groundhog Day every year.
It takes all kinds to be in the V-club. When I was in high school, I decided I no longer wanted to be a virgin.
The checkout aisles are cluttered with the colorful covers: super skinny models wearing skimpy designer clothes.
When the elevator doors open on the third floor of the Monroe Lane Language House, they open to a bookcase full of shoes.
As we begin the third official week of classes today, I'm going to take a wild stab in the dark and say that your planners already are full. No doubt you've pulled them out of your bag countless times since Aug.
It's new and improved. It's bigger and better. There's only one catch -- it won't be done for another 16 months. The construction currently taking place at the Aquatic & Fitness Center has caused more than a few stretched necks. According to Intramural-Recreational Sports, the final project will include a three-court gymnasium, an indoor jogging track, multipurpose rooms to accommodate aerobics, yoga, dance and martial arts, additional free weight space and an expansion of the existing space for cardiovascular exercise and cycling classes. One problem associated with the construction, however, is parking.
"There's lots of hot chicks at U. Va." -- Infatuated First Year The conversion of Dabney and Tuttle computer labs seems more like an underhanded accounting move than an attempt to help students.
Summer -- no school, no work, no worries. A time for romance, harmless love interests and fleeting fits of passion -- a perfect time for a fling. It could be with your neighborhood pool lifeguard, a Brad Pitt look-alike whose impossible tan and washboard abs lured you to the baby-filled pool each day. Or with the intern at the prestigious New York law firm, whose sultry eyes and meaningful smile kept you from concentrating on the future of your promising career. Or it could be with the camp counselor, whose expert survival techniques wowed you and distracted you from the job at hand: watching only your campers. These scenarios ring all too familiar to Kari Browning, who was a counselor at an all-girls camp this past summer.
The Chiang House may be a pile of smoldering ruins, but the Flaming Wok ensures that authentic and affordable Chinese cuisine still can be found close to the University.
While many University students relaxed during the summer months, the core of campus communication, that deity of all vital information -- the U.Va.
It was impossible to relax at the beach the day a guy 10 feet away yapped like a caffienated Chihuahua about the "schizophrenic stock market." He thought he was quite a peach for diagnosing America's economy with a four-syllable word.
It's coming from the tables on the Lawn. It's leaking from the windows of 1516 Jefferson Park Avenue. If you are willing to pay -- or to spend some time with your computer -- it could even be playing in your car or dorm room. It's a cappella, and it's everywhere at the University. Last night's Rotunda Sing was one of the University's biggest a cappella events, but it's only the beginning. Second-year College student Julianna Frisch said she thinks part of the attraction of a cappella is its long history at the University. "It's part of the tradition of U.Va.," Frisch said.
In the harsh light of a small classroom on Cabell's third floor, 15 people are hard at work trying to piece together a scene for their upcoming performance.
The press likes to call it the "toughest tournament in tennis," and for good reason. The crowd, so utterly New York City with its unanimous uproars and rather obnoxious boos; the screaming airline jets taking off like clockwork from the juxtaposed LaGuardia airport; the greasy wafts from the kosher hotdog concession stands floating their way into the courts which are the players' battlegrounds for the fortnight; and the oppressive summer heat.
It's late. You've been at Coupe's for three hours and now it's time to get some food and call it a night.
