Once we find our groove, things become more and more comfortable.
Don’t confine yourself to the hyper-stressful University library system when our little city has so much usable space.
At first glance, the past year seems to have been ridden with havoc and despair.
I’ve always been a big fan of New Year's resolutions.
I am an English major. Why, why, why am I taking French?
Sometimes we all need a few hours of free roller skating in our lives.
The month I turned 17, I killed a goat.
The Lighting of the Lawn is a sixteen-year-old University tradition, meant to promote unity and togetherness in our close-knit community.
Last Monday in an eastbound 737, I looked at, rather than through, the multi-paned airplane window.
I uncovered a family secret over break – my grandmother was married once before she tied the knot with my grandpa.
I used to get sick often when I was little, and I loved it. It would usually be bad enough for me to miss out on school but not too horrible I couldn’t still play during my day off.
Look — I’m not always the paragon of “smooth.” I mean, I think I’m a pretty cool guy.
Believe it or not, it took a colossal amount of effort to find my way to the Elson Student Health building, and it wasn’t due to my geographically challenged nature – which, trust me, was a force to be reckoned with.
I'm a planner. I like to write out my weekly schedule on a sticky note on my MacBook — my version of an agenda.
A few weeks ago I stumbled upon an unconventional email from the Politics department listserv — one broadcasting free Turkish lessons rather than Washington, D.C. based internships.
In light of recent events, I’ve been bombarded with a sense of mourning from the people around me.
After scrambling into the car and picking up our last passenger, we were off to visit the National Museum of African-American History and Culture.
Early in my first semester, my friend told me a memorable story about failure.
As I pushed aside the shower curtain and stepped under the running shower head, I suddenly became hyper aware of how slimy the floor of the showering area felt under my feet.
This past weekend, my best friend came to visit me at U.Va. for the first time since we both left for college, moving out of houses just a few doors down from each other.
