PHOTOS BY REBEKKA SPROUSE CAVALIER DAILY O, Say Can You See From the gigantic star-spangled banner draped on St.
Were your thoughts with family and friends in Washington or New York City Tuesday? Will the events be sealed in your memory forever?
As the charred and ruined visages of disaster unraveled hundreds of miles to the north, students and Charlottesville residents waited in long lines.
At 8 a.m., the alarm goes off. You pull on your shorts, your running shoes. Outside, the morning is fresh and the city yawns into early blueness.
What does every college student like better than music? Free music. In recent years students turned to Napster for a solution to avoid paying top dollar for new CDs by artists like J.Lo and U2.
By Josie Roberts Cavalier Daily Life Editor On yesterday's damp morning, stars and stripes flew over a new part of Charlottesville, cementing one man's resolve to hang the U.S.
Blank walls seem boring Now that you're finally free from the move-in mania of unpacking and finally settled into the fatiguing grind of classes, it's time to take the next step in living on your own: decorating. From 9 p.m.
L ast weekend I was sitting in my room attempting to throw a hand saw in the air and catch it without amputating more than two of my fingers, when my friend, neighbor and local third-grade student teacher, Kate, proposed an alternative activity (mainly because it was her hand saw, and she didn't want blood on it). "Let's go to the Albemarle County Fair," she said in a tone of voice with far more excitement than the idea warranted.
The red brick and white trim facade of 109 East Jefferson Street welcomes massage therapy clients and political refugees. On a breezy Tuesday morning the antebellum-style porch that adorns the building hosts a small group of ESL (English as a Second Language) students - recently arrived Afghani refugees.The class is one of many avenues through which refugees receive aid from the Charlottesville branch of the International Rescue Committee. Volunteer teacher Ken Reagle twists around in his chair to sketch something on the dry-erase board propped up behind him.
Rolling hills surrounding beautiful academic grounds. Used bookstores, outdoor concerts, intelligence and bacchanal around every corner.
By Kelly King Cavalier Daily Associate Editor Ninety-nine cents - it's the American way.
The names line the walls of Garrett Hall like veterans on a war memorial. And in a way, they are a memorial to a group of exceptional University students who have won the battle for fellowships. Housed in the same dark wood that panels the rest of Garrett Hall's Common Room, black marble plaques with the names of past winners engraved in white face each other over leather sofas and hardwood floors.
After 16 years of textbooks, term papers and exams, fourth-year students have reached the beginning of the end.
Students flock to hear their own 'Voices' "Diversity" has become a buzzword at the University, but this weekend the term will not be discussed in a forum on race or discussion about unity, but in a unique dramatic compilation known as "Voices of the Class." For the third year now, Spectrum Theatre will stage excerpts of outstanding admission essays from the first-year class. If you want to go, though, you better get your tickets fast.
They titled the pamphlet, "The First Year Experience." It was folded neatly in thirds, printed in black block lettering, with the University crest nestled snuggly on the lower portion of the front cover.
So you've finally finished your resume. You've listened to everyone's advice, spent countless hours polishing it and selecting the lucky companies who might receive a copy.
Bring it on Meeting for a battle of mitts - not wits - the Virginia Law Democrats and the Law & Graduate Republicans are squaring off softball style. Come 4:30 p.m.
Laboring on Labor Day The lazy days of summer usually end with a Labor Day barbecue, a trip to the beach and a day off from school or work.
Perspective If you're a tennis fanatic like me, you've probably dreamed of going to the U.S.
There comes a point about every three months in a guy's life when he's sitting peacefully on a couch somewhere, and an intrusive thought jumps into his head for better or for worse.
