The University has a way of sucking me in and keeping me so occupied that I forget to communicate with the outside world.
Living exclusively among young adults, our perspective within the microcosm that is the University can at times be myopic.
Due to my immense disdain for running and my lack of any semblance of hand-eye coordination, I was never an athlete in high school.
University officials announced plans for an extravagant 271st birthday celebration for U.Va. visionary and People Magazine’s 1776 “Sexiest Man Alive,” Thomas Jefferson.
In the past two weeks, I spent more than 20 hours in the confines of a car. This was especially unpleasant considering I am one of the people physically incapable of sleeping in moving vehicles. It’s probably because the stagnancy causes all of my already excessive energy to gradually collect in my body, so I’m left to experience every moment of the trip in a state of amplified consciousness.
As anyone who has spent more than 14 seconds with me can attest to, I am rather famous for my awkward encounters.
The “CAValanche,” as we’ve so charmingly named it, came at a convenient time this year. With the 2014 Winter Olympics going on, I have re-realized my ultimate dream in life: to be a double Olympic gold medalist in curling and race-walking.
Fourth grade was my golden year. I know telling you this is to publicly declare I am totally lame, but I have to say — those were the days. I mean, my middle part / gaucho pant combo was super trendy, and I had my multiplication tables memorized like nobody’s business. One could even say I was killing it.
It’s that time of the year. Well, it just was. I, along with 1,000 of my compatriots, sacrificed three days of shower pressure and milk that does not come out of bags to move back in early and participate in what is certainly one of the weirdest experiences of my life.
Last week, feeling it was one of our last chances of the semester to be social, my friends and I decided to go out for one final hurrah. After performing the hour’s worth of rituals associated with getting ready to go out, we left our hall.
