Terrifying Tales
By Megan Strand | April 13, 2001The rustle of textbook pages, the rhythmic ticking of your wristwatch and the hum of fluorescent lighting are the only sounds present.
The rustle of textbook pages, the rhythmic ticking of your wristwatch and the hum of fluorescent lighting are the only sounds present.
Imagine moving to a foreign land where the language, the food and even the holidays are different.
Even in the middle of chilly Charlottesville winters, third-year College student Abby Goward spends much of her time working by the white-tiled Aquatics & Fitness Center pool.
Name: Key Richardson Year/School: First-year College Most unusual class: The History of Mr. Jefferson's University.
A five-minute drive from the intersection of McCormick and Alderman Roads, up a dark, winding path on the appropriately named Observatory Hill, will lead students to a high-tech, breathtaking stargazing facility.
Skeedaddle away from the monotony of Rugby Road and discover Wednesday night country line dancing at Max's. A 20-year-old Charlottesville tradition, tucked behind the railway tracks and next to the live music venue Trax, Max's offers everything from cowboy boots to back-flips, "Cotton-eyed Joe," to "Back That Azz Up," and on Wednesday nights, University students get in for free. Max's "is a good place to go if you're a cowboy nerd at heart," said first-year College student Dana Grant from Connecticut, who donned cowboy boots and a denim skirt for the occasion.