The dozen women enrolled in Sage Blaska's "Dance/Movement Composition as Art" lounge on gym mats piled against the far wall of the makeshift dance studio. Clad in bright tank tops and athletic shorts, the dancers focus on center stage, as a fellow classmate takes a deep breath before throwing herself into a dramatic performance.
After a month of living in your new apartment, you may notice it's looking a little sparse. In need of a rug, a table, a refrigerator and a Hewlett Packard printer, you could spend your whole weekend traveling between Wal-Mart, K-Mart and Lowes. Or you could check out the auction block at the University's Surplus Property Depot. Rain or shine, the auction begins at 9 a.m.
Since coming to college, second-year Engineering student Cal Wooten and his friends have waited to hear those three little words from that very special someone: Come on down! Last year Wooten founded The Disciples of Bob Barker in an effort to spread the joy of the beloved game show "The Price is Right." Since then, the club has gained official status among the newest Contracted Independent Organizations approved by Student Council. "I can't believe it either," Club President Wooten remarked in reaction to their CIO standing, "and you can quote me on that." Wooten was the first to speak at DOBB's general meeting, held last Monday on the south end of the Lawn.
I've been called selfish once or twice before. Ok once or twice, by several of my friends. To be honest, I don't like to share, never have.
COMM 301: Systems and Strategy COMM 786: Data Warehousing Q: Any childhood hobbies? A: We went crabbing and fishing on the Chesapeake Bay.
As a way to show there's more to them than parties and date functions, fraternities and sororities are rolling out the red carpet for Greek Week.
Some things are distinctive to college life: the taste of dining hall food, the chilly air in the library and the smell of beer soaked into the floor at fraternity houses.
Even with all the building projects currently underway at the University, the construction doesn't seem to stick out too much.
You and I have a pretty good thing going here. Every other week I bring my observations, my ideas, my "highlytes," if you will, to the University community.
If there still is some cash left in your bank account from your summer job, even after buying your textbooks for the semester, save that money and schedule a visit to Baja Bean. Located on the Corner at the intersection of West Main St.
It still is one of the most startling statistics to be heard in college -- that out of every four college women, one will have been the survivor of rape or a sexual assault after they have turned 14. One in Four, an all-male group at the University, directly challenges this statistic through its mission to lower rape and sexual assault occurrences by educating males.
Forget the jaunts to the Corner. Put the "Real World" marathon on hold. Certain weekend afternoons in autumn are reserved for legally sanctioned aggression toward our rivals: It's college football, baby! But before you don your Saturday-best and head toward Scott Stadium, there are a few pit stops to make along the way. Some call it tailgating, others call it pre-gaming.
The waiter at Sakura hates me. No, hate is a word no one should use. The waiter at my favorite sushi restaurant despises me, and I can feel the abhorrence in his stare penetrate my seaweed salad and California roll. Honestly, I was just so young and foolish, and I never meant it to be this way between us.
It is a near-perfect day in downtown Charlottesville, and Chrissy Miller is spending it indoors. After all, she argues, she still can feel the warmth of the sun's rays through the windows of Eloise, where she is delicately tracing the pastel stripes of a CK Bradley belt between her thumb and forefinger. After deciding to add it to her collection, the fashion-conscious third-year College student grins when she notices Eloise's powder-blue guest book, inscribed with the words, "Play Dress Up." Miller isn't the only one who has fallen head-over-her-kitten-heels for chic boutiques like Eloise, Scarpa, O'Suzannah and Dixie Divas.
"Like a taste, sir?" If you hear this call from under the Big White Tent in Newcomb Plaza, it might be your chance to cure the middle-of-the-week blues with a dollop of balsamic strawberry pepper sorbet. At the Wednesday farmer's market outside Newcomb Hall, the wares range from handmade jewelry to orchids to fresh produce to goat cheese. "It's something to look forward to in the middle of the week," fourth-year College student Shelia Laderberg said. Laderberg is chair of the community affairs committee of Student Council, and also is in charge of planning the farmer's market. "It's working out well," Laderberg said.
You've heard of Days on the Lawn. Now get ready for Thongs on the Lawn, brought to you by the Baptist Student Union? That's right -- the BSU is running an "underwear drop" to benefit homeless shelters and the women's prison in Fluvana County.
Q: What makes you a regular at Clark? A: I usually get my work done here a lot better than I do at Clemons, but not now because it's so noisy with the construction.
Starbucks turned me down, thereby dissolving my grandiose plan of spending my weekday 9-5 slots doling out frappuccinos and iced lattes to the Northern Virginia elite. Unable to fulfill my retail aspirations, I struggled to find a job in the right field with adequate pay and relatively interesting work.
After the events of Sept. 11 last year, lines to donate blood stretched out the doors of University Hall and area clinics.
The week before making his U.S. Open debut, Brian Vahaly's workday began at 8 a.m. in Boca Raton, Fla. Vahaly was on Andy Roddick's turf -- his backyard tennis court.
