Last Sunday, two friends and I had lunch at the home of one our professors. She served us homemade gazpacho and chocolate chip cookies, and we sat around talking about literature and our time at U.Va.
Every Tuesday evening, I meet up with two of my closest friends to prepare dinner and catch up on our lives.
A few weeks ago, I went to Target to purchase some pantyhose for upcoming job interviews. I entered the store feeling optimistic, looking forward to getting my life in order.
By a random scheduling chance this semester, I start class every day after 12 p.m., get out at 3:15 and walk home around 3:30 - exactly like I did in kindergarten.
I spent part of my Winter Break working at my dad's office. My official task was "information consolidation," which actually meant that I spent eight hours a day moving papers from one file to another file, and then shelving them in an enormous storage room.
I went tubing down the James River this past weekend with my two roommates. Lying in an inner tube as it floats down the somewhat brackish James, while mildly appealing in its own right, is also on the list of 110 Things To Do Before You Graduate - and my roommates and I are on a mission to check off every single thing on that list by the end of this, our fourth and final year at the University. Although I originally balked at the $20 charged by the rafting company to rent us a tube and drive us to the launching spot, I remembered that the company's Web site promised a two- to four-hour float down the river that would "relax us completely." The chance for total relaxation was, ultimately, too tempting to pass up, and we grudgingly agreed to give up a bit more of our rapidly dwindling summer cash. Although we had been promised complete relaxation, the day's journey turned out to be anything but relaxing.
Forty-two students gathered eagerly in the Game Room of Newcomb Hall Wednesday to watch the season premiere of the hit ABC series ?Lost.? The gathering represented the first official meeting of Hoo?s Lost, a club dedicated to watching and discussing the complicated and engrossing TV show for which it is named.
Earlier this month, second-year College student Shankar Srinivasan was biking home from class near Monroe Hill when he was struck by a car.
If you?re anything like the 34.2 million Americans who tuned into the Opening Ceremony of the Beijing Olympics, you probably spent the last few weeks glued to the TV watching athletes dive, jump, spike and run.
Fourth-year College student Melanie Leinbach took the stage last Thursday in Old Cabell Hall to give a soprano voice recital as part of her distinguished majors program in music.
