Over winter break a friend convinced me, after some arm-twisting, to visit a psychic in Manhattan.
If we are to keep it up, we need people around us that can urge us onward.
On the sacred hall of 4L, room 431 is hailed for being the cleanest.
Grocery stores are where the magic happens.
This past weekend was this first time I had driven myself home from U.Va.
Imagine my irritation when my earphones broke, and noise of reality replaced the music.
The dentist took a swift look at my x-rays and, a little too jovially, said, “Six cavities!"
This kind of self-promotion is a necessary evil.
“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.”
Over time, I’ve realized I can quickly resolve misunderstandings if I just plainly say what is bothering me.
Life as a student tends to occur in a tiny domain, the boundaries of which are often impermeable.
I realized that I had not learned enough about black history before college, so I was very happy to discover that three of my courses this semester would be addressing black history.
I have noticed an overlooked quirk in society and a person that wants to address something: unsportsmanlike conduct.
But now I find myself at 8:00 am on Wednesday looking despondently at the previous day’s quiz on Bernoulli’s equations.
I first heard about Semester at Sea through an old friend’s Instagram account, which is indicative of a whole handful of things, but especially of the heightened globalization of the world.
Sometimes, you have to do things without thinking to numb your brain from creating worst case scenarios for itself.
I have the privilege of coming home to a younger brother who is increasingly inspiring.
We forget that rest is an innate part of ourselves and essential for living life well.
I think selflessness is something we all struggle with, maybe more than we are willing to admit.
I think what I’ve found is that love is not calculated.
