By Catherine Dunn Cavalier Daily Associate Editor Need a silver coffee urn? A snow shovel?
Never before has the American flag seemed so ubiquitous. Before Sept. 11, even the one-day revelry of firework displays and backyard barbecues typical of Fourth of July celebrations did not exhibit such patriotic flourish. But now, flags hang proudly on the outside of nearly every building, cars parade past, antennas adorned with miniature flags, and traditional patriotic choral songs like "God Bless America" blare from your roommate's computer. "I'm not usually patriotic," admits third-year College student Heather Calkin, but the tragedy of the terrorist attacks inspired her and her Lambeth roommate, third-year College student Nikki Rohrbaugh, to make a late-night expedition to CVS to procure a pack of construction paper.
It may be Greek to you, but a new gift and apparel shop popped up in the Corner district this summer.
Foreign policy experts to discuss America's war Two weeks ago today the world stopped. People raced home from work.
Here it is, almost two weeks since the horrible events of Sept. 11, and it is my job to make the University laugh again.
Anxious first years must learn to cope with the moldy showers of Old Dorms and upperclassmen endure the walk to Grounds from distant residences like Gooch or Bice.
By Stephanie Milbergs Cavalier Daily Staff Writer For as long as you can remember, the area code in Charlottesville has been the same as in Richmond - 804.
Sexual assault education reaches out Have you ever wondered what the performances given by One in Four, an all-male sexual assault peer education group are all about?
Never judge a book by its cover, and never judge a restaurant by its facade. Housed in the Mill Creek Shopping Center near Monticello, Pizza Bella appears from the outside as just another run-of-the-mill strip mall eatery.
As the cool nighttime breeze filters through your dorm room window, you can faintly hear it. One voice begins and slowly turns into a harmonic blend of a cappella pitches as more voices join in, filling the late summer air. You immediately abandon your studies and rush outside with your friends to join the crowd outside your dorm.
Witness the two sides of greater Charlottesville. Past the fraternities and sororities of Rugby Road are homes the average University student might never see.
By Julie Hofler Cavalier Daily Associate Editor New York band to play at Beta for relief fund If the Alderman stacks don't sound like the best way to spend a beautiful Saturday afternoon, try an outdoor concert that will benefit charities.
I used to be befuddled as to why on earth college girls ecstatically smooched Bob Barker as if he were a game-show god when they only had won a lousy living-room ensemble.
Although the purple monkey may have been cute and cuddly, first-year Nursing student Arianna Garcia could not figure out how to remove the obnoxious creature from her computer screen.
Firing up for fundraising Wielding a black and yellow firefighter's boot, Third Year Council member Papya Ray shouted across the lawn: "Firefighters' relief fund!
NEW YORK - Cindy Guan. Age: 25. Height: 5-2. Weight: 110 pounds. 86th floor of WTC 2. Saranya Srinuan.
Alderman hosts Constitution Week talk There is an eerie symbolism in the 9-1-1 nuance of last week's terrorist attacks Sept.
A brotherhood united As members of New York City's police and fire departments continue to work around the clock at ground zero in the dauntless search for survivors, one University group has stepped in, hoping to aid in the disaster relief. Beginning yesterday at noon, the brothers of Delta Upsilon fraternity began hosting a drive for food, clothing and supplies to support the rescue effort in response to the recent tragedy in New York City and to aid those left homeless by the disaster. "We have a lot of guys from New York in our house and a lot of people were intimately affected by the events," said Ben Brunjes, a third-year College student and Delta Upsilon's vice-president.
Did you hear?" Yes. We all did. The first sound was a knock on the bedroom door - soft, tentative - as though it could simultaneously wake the intended person while allowing the other roommate to sleep. Next, the voice inside your own head: It's only 9:30 a.m.
R adios. This morning everyone had their radios on. Listening for news. At lunch we left clinic and went to our office.
