I didn’t always dread flying, but I do now.
Third year, at least for those not born over the summer, revolves around the number 21. Before the nostalgic bucket-list marathon of fourth year, third year brings 21st birthday season in all its glory.
I can’t be alone in thinking the University’s current roommate survey just doesn’t cut it. I, like many others, resorted to Facebook to meet my future roommate.
Sometimes I feel like I’m leading separate lives, like there are multiples sides to me that come out on different occasions.
This weekend marks a milestone for me — I’m finally turning 21, and I’ve tried to hold off on drinking until my 21st birthday.
When I think of words to live by, I think of quotes printed under senior pictures in high school yearbooks — proverbs, inspirational song lyrics and cliché expressions alike.
I’ve always considered myself adventurous, but there have been times I was faced with a risky option and made the safe choice.
Sitting on the Lawn today, I joined legions of slackliners, girls in sundresses and boys reminiscent of Easter eggs.
Last week, after a long and exhausting day, my roommate and I settled down on the couch for a relaxing evening of TV.
I think it’s pretty clear, at least to Virginia fans, that March is the cruelest month. College basketball — college being the operative word here — is my favorite team sport, and March brings an overwhelming amount of meaningful games in rapid succession.
Re-adjusting the collar of her quarter-zip and taming the flyaways of second-day hair, my friend stared at her reflection with a look of mild disgust. “Ugh, I look so homeless,” she lamented.
When I visited home this past weekend, I spent time examining the trophies lining my bedroom shelves from various sports and hobbies of my past — dusty, neglected and forgotten.
If we separate, we ultimately perpetuate the very tension we hate. Of course we have the right to be upset, but what if we channeled our resentment into growth?
Manhattan — the city to end all cities. It’s relentlessly fast-paced, its size is almost overwhelming, and its buildings are under constant construction. New York isn’t a city for everybody, but it’s the city for me.
I did not join hundreds of my fellow students in the amphitheater Wednesday evening, but now I wish I had.
Alderman can be a dismal place — a result of poor lighting and the fact that the library is where you go in your darkest hours.
As we grow older, we learn that people lie. Compulsive lies, bold-faced lies, white lies — the spectrum is broad and used by many, even our parents.
Since first year, I’ve been at a disadvantage in small talk. I don’t love small talk to begin with, but, as one of the University’s many catch-all NoVa kids, I’m also ill-suited for the “hometown, major” discussion.
Unless I am walking to class with someone, you will always see me with headphones in.
The mind plays a cruel game of desire in which the more intensely we force ourselves to stay away from something, the more attention and brainpower we devote to it.
