Ah, yes. Foxfield. The day when everyone dresses classy while simultaneously acting the least classy they’ve ever been in their entire lives.
Why Lampo does a pretty good job of temporarily teleporting its patrons to a quaint Italian alleyway, given its central Virginia location.
The Maxine Platzer Lynn Women’s Center at the University is honoring women and their achievements, especially women who have attended the University, through its celebration of International Women’s Month.
One in four teenagers contracts an STD or STI every year.
It’s comforting to know that all it takes is a couple buttons to find out what I want, when I want. All I need is determination.
By the time spring break finally rolled around, I was in desperate need of an escape from school.
Hopefully this list of rankings will introduce you to old favorites or new twists and make your Sundays a little bit less lazy.
As this week ushered in the official commencement of spring on Monday, I’ve begun to keep a close eye on the landscape of the Lawn and the surrounding gardens.
A few Mondays ago I received flowers for the first time. Well, slight correction — I was given a single purple flower, and it was actually a weed.
Sadly, it seems that snow days are a thing of the past, a thing of my childhood.
When they say “hot” yoga, they really mean “hot.” The studio was jacked up to a balmy 105 degrees and in our naiveté, our crew showed up in full length leggings.
I’ve discovered the benefits of procrastination and the alleviating truth that I’d rather be a happy slacker than miserable and punctual.
Jacob and Ariana met at Starbucks at 2 p.m. on Saturday to grab coffee and get to know each other.
It’s that time of year again — the first day of Days on the Lawn.
Refugee Outreach held a concert March 17 to benefit Watanili and Support to Life.
“What do you do?” he asked at some point. “Like, back home. How do you spend your time? What do you do?”
Unlike a large portion of the student population, I decided to stay in Charlottesville over spring break.
Over winter break a friend convinced me, after some arm-twisting, to visit a psychic in Manhattan.
If we are to keep it up, we need people around us that can urge us onward.
I’ve never been to Trinity Irish Pub, but I think my experience will go like this ...
