Accessorizing Life as a Cavalier

By Eric Laine

   "Be all you can be at The University" is the motto that seeps through your pores when landing on the Jefferson academic soil. The allusion to the Grounds is meant literally because this is where everyone starts. Leaving your foot prints on the Lawn will not last but for three days until the first rain showers remind you of what you are missing. Raincoats and umbrellas to weather the outdoors and study supplies for the long days indoors are the first needs that call for your wallet or the old folks' credit card. Being a fresh Wahoo in the pool, you can scarcely realize the infinite amount of possibilities or temptations lingering ahead in accessorizing yourself as a Cavalier. Thus, making your way through Newcomb Hall, reminding you of an item that could help your looks, you reach the shopping temple of Wahoos'R'us, the University of Virginia "Book" Store.

The convocation at the Rotunda had marked the onset of your quest for higher learning, but this is where your Cavalier career begins, and higher earning is what comes to mind as the automatic doors swing open. Once inside, you feel mesmerized by the aroma of freshly roasted Wahoo coffee from the delicatessen stop, where shoppers gather strength prior to their spree. This is the crucial time to regain focus on your needs, facing the imminent temptations on the shelves ahead of you.

Some of you, checking the load of exiting bags, keenly observe that the theme of the day seems to be: "the fuller the bag, the stronger the pride!" Before knowing it, you find yourself gazing at the welcoming stand of UVA Barbies, pondering their meaning. Flashing back to your bland childhood when such inspiring toys were missing, you quickly snatch the last one in cheerleader costume, thinking of some little person in your life. Having started on a more colorful note, it seems natural to go with the flow and search for the other 'must haves'. "The Cavalier Daily" had unleashed the hottest trend of the year before the semester kick off, which this year, has both a pragmatic and playful appeal. The official UVA key leashes, to hang around your neck or joyfully wrap around your wrist, are selling faster than ever, even surpassing last year's retro fisherman's hat. Feeling peachy in spirit, you grab the orange one. The color choice between blue and orange will come to r! eflect your current mood amidst your Cavalier experience.

Feeling the effects of your scholarly conscience beginning to call, it seems high time to search for the supplies section. With no store map to refer to, you wander through the home, clothing (saving this area for next month's allowance), gift, and bath sections, lastly trying a sample of the "Wahoo One" fragrance. Finally, in the back of the store, you arrive at an array of what seem to be office supplies of the Law School in comparison to your Kmart outfitted high school days. One common theme seems to headline the vast selection of notebooks, folders, and pens: UVA. The notebooks range from emblematic, leather-bound executive editions (Commerce School) all the way down to the hypnotic ringbooks (Psych. Dep.), which have fifty or more fully spelled UVA titles mirroring each other on the cover. Not being able to decide which major to declare, you move back through the diverse sections, picking up personal commodities and favorites, until you stumble upon an area for! the future: "the upper-class zone." From car stickers, "The University" for BMWs and "hellUVA school" for pick-ups, to T-shirts with party slogans, the future appears illustrious. Feeling that you have gathered the first mandatory items of a Cavalier, you skip towards the register. After paying the cashier, what seem more to be your Wahoo dues, two full bags accompany you through the exit past nervous coffee drinkers, and a new air of confidence follows you home.

ENLT214M, OCTOBER 1997