You can find a ranking on the Internet for just about everything these days: most influential cats, top vacation spots, even a Buzzfeed list of top Buzzfeed lists.
For higher education, there’s the much-discussed U.S. News and World Report ranking. In addition, U.Va. has fared well in some other recently released rankings on everything from the state of the University’s finances to the city in which it’s located.
Here’s a look at a few, in no particular order:
A recent study led by Harvard researchers has Charlottesville as the happiest region in the country. Read more in the Guardian.
From Good Housekeeping’s article “And the Happiest City in America Is…”
MONEY ranked U.Va. as No. 16 on its list of universities that offer the best value.
Top College Town:
Travelers Today ranked Charlottesville as the No. 1 college town in the country.
“Indeed, Charlottesville, home of the University of Virginia, does the best job of any city on the list of combining traditional metropolitan interests with the interests of the students who frequent it.”
Top 50 College/University Worldwide:
The Center for World University Rankings ranked U.Va. in the top 50 of colleges/universities out of 1,000 institutions worldwide.
Top Credit Rating:
The Washington Post reported U.Va. as one of only 23 schools to receive the highest credit rating possible from Moody’s.
Forbes ranked U.Va. as one of the top 100 colleges in the nation.
Top Unesco World Heritage Site
USAToday ranked U.Va. as one of the top 10 sites in North America on Unesco’s list.
First-years, wondering how much longer until move-in at U.Va. begins? Here you go:
Countdown to Move-In: #UVA2018
U.Va. recently reached 100,000 likes on its official Facebook page. To mark this milestone, we created a mosaic of (almost) every picture uploaded to the page since it began back in 2008. In total there are 960 photos.
Take a closer look by clicking on the full size image:
And as a bonus, we asked the Academical Village People to reinterpret some of the top posts from the page. Here’s what they came up with:
We’re departing for London tomorrow. It’s a sad feeling, seeing stacks of luggage outside each cabin door, filling out your friends’ journals and maps, searching for the words to define relationships with people whom you’ve seen the world with, but after this week, may not be seeing again. It’s been a day filled with hugs.
On the ship, we’ve had a great community, living with professors, traveling with your classmates and friends down the hall, never being stressed out on our floating island, always finding something fun to do. Stepping off land and out of bounds in countries, wow.
I care so much more about the world. You hear about places like Southeast Asia and Africa in the news, but now having experienced it, and having real connections there alters your perspective and attitude completely. I also feel so independent – traveling abroad isn’t scary or out of reach; it’s something that a twenty-year old college student can do without internet access or a map. I’ve become so thankful and understanding of the privileges that Americans have, with our wealth and in the ways we view gender; as well as our democratic government and our sanitation systems. It’s something you have to experience, seeing other places other than what you’ve known, to better understand your own country.
So, before I say goodbye and return to normal life again, here are a few housekeeping items for general knowledge:
- Saving for the trip. Everyone asks about paying for SAS. Your school will help you out with tuition, but we all have to budget our own extracurricular spending money that isn’t in the bill. By the end of Morocco, I had spent $2659 of my personal money traveling in the 12 ports. This is not including tuition, flights, or visas obtained before boarding. This does include the shampoo and bathroom supplies, snacks and laundry, and my general travel expenses – two flights, a Japanese bullet train, and many buses and taxis. Transportation costs were my largest expense, followed by food and lodging. That said, I stayed off the ship almost every night, with the exception of South Africa and Singapore.
- Safety. I never had moments where I felt that I was in immediate danger. I think you have to be smart, and travel with people you trust to also be smart. There were moments where I felt judged, disrespected or objectified because I was a woman, and there were points in my travels with friends where we knew that we had to make decisions based on our circumstances whether to continue, or get out. You have to be aware, and listen to what your SAS deans tell you about safety and cultural norms in a country.
- Seasickness. I didn’t have any problems with seasickness or any illnesses. It affects many people though, and the worst days for sickness were near the beginning when we crossed the Pacific. People generally get better within a few days, sometimes it comes back, but you figure out your body and how it works pretty quickly. And the ship is full of medicine if you need it.
- School / Travel Balance. It’s jarring to come back from six days in India and have a paper due the next day, but it’s manageable. Ship life is very restful, you’re given much more unstructured time to get your work done than you would in normal college life.
- Study abroad will change your life. It’s not something to be afraid of, and there are scholarships everywhere if you plan ahead and talk to your study abroad office, financial aid office, and your friends who have done it. I never thought I would study abroad, but now I couldn’t recommend it more. College is a time when you’re trying to figure out your life, and when you’re not always sure what you want to do, it helps to see where your opportunities are, get a bigger picture of what the world is and where you fit within it. Besides, you’re also in some of the best shape of your life, so you’re resilient against lots of walking and lack of sleep.
I have thoroughly enjoyed writing about my travels on Semester at Sea! I hope you’ve enjoyed reading and have learned or become more curious about travel abroad. If you have any questions, I’m always available to contact at firstname.lastname@example.org and would love to answer anything I can! I am headed to travel in France and the UK when we disembark, and then I’ll return to the USA to Charlottesville for the summer (and make back some of the money I spent on this voyage). I am very sad that Semester At Sea is ending, but at the same time I’m so glad I decided to jump in and do this. It’s one of the best decisions I can think that I’ve made in my life, and I think it’s obviously going to impact my worldview forever. So I just tell myself that even if I have to leave my home in the ship tomorrow, it’s not an ending, just another journey.
I traveled with a friend who had studied abroad in Morocco just last semester, so we had fun spending time in Rabat with her friends and host family. Along with the majority of families in Morocco, they have a big couscous dinner for the family every Friday, and Ada and I were happy to share in the festivities.
A vat of couscous covered in caramelized onions and peanuts. Our 12-person table made it through about half the plate.
The family embraced us as soon as they saw us, kiss-kissed us on either side of our cheeks and was all aflutter at seeing Ada again, who was a student in the study abroad program they ran. After dinner, one man brought out a guitar and sang traditional Moroccan songs, and then all the women sang and danced together in the middle of the room (and made us join, of course).
Ada told me that she guessed that 90 percent of Moroccan families get together for couscous every Friday. That degree of devotion to family and tradition is something you’d never find in America, she said, and it’s a huge part of what she loves about Morocco. “Moroccans have a very different sense of time and priorities, in which 4pm tea and Friday couscous are normally at the top,” she joked.
It’s a country where 98 percent of people are Muslim – the first we’d visited on SAS – and everything from our greetings to the way we handled business was carried out through that lens. “Islam makes everything calmer and more comfortable,” Ada said. In her exchanges with taxi drivers and vendors, the conversation (in either French or Arabic) would include phrases like ‘Bismallah’ (in God’s name) and “Insha’Allah’ (God willing). “When we’ve established a mutual belief in God, it establishes trust,” she said. “We raise the conversation to a whole new plane by acknowledging that we both believe in the same God, and that he ultimately controls our conversation.”
Though it’s a country of 33 million people, the use of faith as part of identity creates a tight-knit community vibe amongst Moroccans. But that doesn’t mean it’s closed – with the current tumult in eastern Africa, Morocco is becoming the new Egypt for foreign visitors to the continent. It’s one of the few predominantly Muslim countries that U.S. citizens, and citizens from anywhere in the world, can, easily and safely, visit.
The Hassan II mosque, the third largest mosque in the world, behind the mosques in Mecca and Medina, Saudi Arabia.
Later in the week, Ada and I caught a train to Marrakech, the cultural capital of Morocco. Today the town is largely a mecca for tourists, but that’s because it really is a cultural hub with its tanneries, carpet stores, snake charmers, food and street entertainment that lasts late into the night. Visitors can take a camel trek to the Sahara desert nearby, or go hiking though the Atlas Mountains just on the horizon. But my favorite part of the city was navigating through the winding medina of the old city. Built with towering walls, skinny passageways, dead ends, and majestic doors concealing all sorts of secrets, it’s the kind of maze you read about in books.
At the center of the medina was a town square where the activity happens – markets, restaurants and street entertainment open at all hours. Ada and I spent an hour one night watching a man who had placed a rooster, with a dove sitting on its back, on top of his head, and was singing and dancing around in a circle as musicians with tambourines and guitars cheered him on. It was even more of a ridiculous scene when he invited us to come up and dance too – and we broke out moves we had learned in Ghana!
Dried fruit for sale at night in the Marrakech medina square.
Heading back on the train that next morning, I thought about how Morocco was our last port, our last stop in Africa, and how boarding the ship today would mark the final time we would return to sea. Once again, it had been unlike any country I’d visited so far, and I’d learned more than I ever thought I’d know about Morocco, or even an Arabic-speaking country. And with that, we had only four more days to London.