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By Connie Huang | March 3, 2011IF ALL the world tends toward entropy, The Cavalier Daily office is no exception - yet, it does so in an orderly kind of way.
IF ALL the world tends toward entropy, The Cavalier Daily office is no exception - yet, it does so in an orderly kind of way.
For some, the term psychology brings to mind the image of a black leather sofa accompanied by a shrewd-looking old gentleman with a pointed beard, jotting down brilliant inferences about your life from a dream you had about standing naked in the middle of Harris Teeter.Psychology is not, however, simply a shallow interpretation of minute details about one?s life; it involves research, experimentation, data-collection and analysis.
On the fourth floor of Scott Stadium, the luxury skyboxes that typically house suite-holders at football games are also home to the On-Grounds Interviewing program, through which job opportunities can come a-knockin?.The program?s goal, according to Barbara Hampton, University associate director for employer services, is to consolidate the interview process for both employers and students by bringing them to a single location.
Every August, as summer draws to its unhappy close, the Atlantic hurricane season reaches its peak. Marked by torrents of rain and severe winds that can register at more than 100 mph, hurricanes ravage the coastline in a destructive path, leaving behind broken tree branches and communities in ruin.
Just two hours from Charlottesville, you can experience not just a taste, but a whole heaping platter of Korean culture.
The usual changing of the guard took place in spring 1979 for the Managing Board of The Cavalier Daily.
On a warm Saturday night, I wandered along the strip of the Downtown Mall with a couple hundred other people who unfortunately had the same plan for their evening.
First-year College student Glen Weaver stands before the mirror, head down and arms bent stiffly at his sides.
The "poor college student" lifestyle may be a cliché, but that does not mean it is any less depressing.
It's dark, and raindrops are falling fast. Worse yet, I'm walking without an umbrella or rain boots along Water Street, near the Downtown Mall, and the cars that drive by splash muddy puddles of water onto my already-soaked jeans.