Each year at the University is unique and comes with its own set of new experiences and, occasionally, problems.
Last June, Nathan Kirby closed out the College World Series and fundamentally changed what it means to be a University sports fan.
Three long months have passed and finally school is starting up again. If you are like me — in denial that summer has truly ended — you waited until the last minute to face reality and come back to school.
This summer, I sat in a Panera and stared at a Google Doc titled “Life Things! Adulthood! Whee!” while silently crying and avoiding eye contact with the uncomfortable high school couple sharing a mac ‘n cheese bread bowl across from me.
This summer, I learned I have absolutely no clue how to take a compliment. My mom continually asked me what constructive criticism I was receiving from my internship, and my awkward responses to positive praise definitely topped the list.
Follow this advice to make it through your first week back in Charlottesville.
I remember being a child, before the days of driving or drinking, and somehow bringing fun to the most random or boring situations.
Yesterday, while in the middle of a frustrated rant about much I disliked a coworker, I realized I had absolutely no reason to hate her.
Undoubtedly, I was glad to be able to talk to people who knew the situation at hand, but never before had the distance between us been highlighted so prominently.
Every week it comes around again — a time when we’re cranky, half asleep and exhausted from the first half of the week, yet still torturously far from a weekend respite. We call this lull in our weeks “Wednesday,” and it becomes an excuse for bad moods, extra cookies at lunch and earlier-than-usual bed times.
I first heard the term “Life Graphs” during a summer-job-related, getting-to-know-you spiel. It sounds cynical — and potentially stonewallish — of me, but my initial thought was “No, hell no.” Hard pass, no way, I won’t, can’t make me.
During your first year of college, you receive a lot of advice — whether it is asked for or not.
My heels click across the pavement of Golden’s Bridge train station. I throw my car keys in my briefcase just in time to hear the horn of the 7 a.m. express, which is thundering down track one.
Before leaving school for summer, a friend of mine was on a new kick: giving cheese-tastic motivational speeches to her roommates to start off the morning.
I was merely unable to think of a weird quirk which would elicit equally entertaining reactions from my fellow breakers-of-the-ice. That is, until now.
Charlottesville is fun. The restaurants are amazing, the people all seem to click and, most importantly, the entire town doesn’t lock up and go to sleep at 8 p.m. The same can’t be said for the suburban town I have been exiled to. As soon as it gets dark, it becomes a ghost town — cue tumbleweed.
You, beloved readers, have worked hard this year. Treat yo’self, and give the ‘burbs some credit for helping you do just that.
Dear recent graduate, Until we streak again.
Last week, “Justified” came to a glorious conclusion — a fact I was sadly reminded of when my 9:57 p.m.
One of the many perks of being an in-state student is living close enough to home to steal my dog away for a few days.
