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2 weeks ago | cavalierdaily.com | Viet Huynh

The General Assembly needs different measures to keep Virginians safe Laughing gas is no laughing matter. Despite its clear dangers, nitrous oxide could be freely purchased on the Corner to customers of any age — making it easier for University students to buy a dose than a head of cabbage. Still-evolving research surrounding laughing gas, also known as “whippets,” already shows the substance’s harmful and even lethal effects.

2 weeks ago | cavalierdaily.com | Michael Liebermann

Saturday’s loss to No. 9 Duke, another tally in a bewildering losing streak and the cap on a bewildering season, sent Virginia into the offseason The lacrosse stick’s end dangled from its other three quarters. How, precisely, it had reached its snapped state seemed unclear. The act had been hidden by a torrent of blue jerseys and their ensuing dog pile. Senior defenseman Ben Wayer, eyeblack smudged and eyes burning, walked away.

2 weeks ago | cavalierdaily.com | Michael Liebermann

Saturday’s loss to No. 9 Duke, another tally in a bewildering losing streak and the cap on a bewildering season, sent Virginia into the offseason The lacrosse stick’s end dangled from its other three quarters. How, precisely, it had reached its snapped state seemed unclear. The act had been hidden by a torrent of blue jerseys and their ensuing dog pile. Senior defenseman Ben Wayer, eyeblack smudged and eyes burning, walked away.

2 weeks ago | cavalierdaily.com | Michael Liebermann |Emory Huffman |Xander Tilock

Following the comings and goings of a monumental offseason Editor’s Note: This article was first published March 19 and will be updated throughout the men’s basketball offseason. Virginia men’s basketball has, in the span of six months, seen a legend retire and his successor get fired. Now that saga has entered a new phase, full of coaching changes and transfer portal turnover and recruiting battles. The offseason is here. And it is a mammoth one.

1 month ago | cavalierdaily.com | Amanda Chung

As I walked to Wilson Hall for a Monday 9 a.m. statistics lecture, I did not expect to spend the class sobbing. And yet, there I was, mid-class, staring at my laptop screen and blinking through tears while my professor blissfully droned on about distribution curves. The culprit? A picture my mom sent of stir-fried fish cakes, glistening with sesame oil and plated next to a scoop of white rice. It was simple, familiar and exactly how I liked it.