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(01/31/21 9:49pm)
My roommates and I set up a nine-foot-tall plastic dinosaur, listened to music and celebrated in our backyard the entire evening following President Joe Biden’s inauguration on Jan. 20. I gave myself the day off from delivering for DoorDash and scouring Handshake for a summer internship to enjoy the beautiful weather that seemed to mark the occasion. It felt much deserved.
(12/14/20 4:46pm)
Last year, when a family friend gifted me my first houseplant — a spider plant — and implored me to take good care of it, I was fully prepared to let her down. I could hardly keep myself fed — let alone take care of something else — and my apartment was too cramped and ill-lit to keep anything healthy and strong. Nevertheless, I did my best to keep it alive, even if it occasionally felt more like a chore than any of my school work.
(11/24/20 10:26pm)
On a particular afternoon last week, after hours of reading and studying, I looked out of my bedroom window to a rainy Charlottesville street and got the sudden urge to get dressed. My single hybrid class was meeting in an hour, and I realized that I hadn’t stepped on Grounds in almost a month — aside from my drive to the Central Grounds parking garage to take my COVID-19 prevalence test. So I strapped on my boots and made the trek.
(11/09/20 11:14pm)
When I was in high school, my life was dominated by Instagram. I went to events just for the photos and organized excursions of my own for the sole purpose of cultivating the perfect feed. I convinced myself that my Instagram was my art project, but in the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but worry that I would be compulsively presenting an idealized version of myself online for the rest of my life.
(10/04/20 4:42am)
A lot has changed since the last time I sat in a lecture hall. As annoying and difficult as the transition to Zoom University has been, I’ve actually gotten quite comfortable with the rhythm of my new normal.
(09/10/20 6:06pm)
In the isolated world of COVID-19, where I’ve found it all too easy to feel helpless and alone, I realized that the unity of voices among the U.Va. Twitter community offered me a camaraderie unlike any other. So many people who I’ve only ever interacted with as small bubbles on a screen came to feel like friends to me — friends who, through their passionate calls for change, encourage me to find my own voice and equip myself for action.
(08/11/20 5:33am)
When I first arrived at Mr. Jefferson’s University, the dreaded ice breakers that almost every professor requires on the first day of class came easily to me. “I’m from Forest, Virginia — home to Thomas Jefferson’s summer home, Poplar Forest — and I went to Jefferson Forest High School.” With all the anxieties that accompanied going away to college for the first time, at least I had this special connection to the University and its founder to give me a small sense of belonging.
(04/22/20 7:16pm)
Attending college was a choice that many of us made in order to advance our education and pursue our passions. While many people succinctly map out their journey to an undergraduate degree and focus on their goals with tunnel vision, there are always variables that happen along the way, hindering these missions. Whether it be an extra hard class or a mid-youth crisis, everyone struggles over a various number of speed bumps throughout their academic careers.
(04/12/20 10:20pm)
When I was at school, it was easy to get so caught up in myself and everything I had to do. I worked myself to death during the week and then spent all hours of the weekend rewarding myself for a job well done. In the fleeting time in between, I rarely ever found a moment to reach out to my family back at home.
(04/10/20 9:38pm)
As COVID-19 hits the world with full force, many restaurants and other food service establishments have been left bereft of customers. Just the other day I saw a video from two employees in a deserted Starbucks overwhelmed with boredom — a foreign and unnerving sight at a coffee shop typically bustling with customers.
(03/14/20 5:50am)
Signing the bottom of the agreement for my first tattoo felt like signing my soul away to the devil. I’d grown up with my father telling me that tattoos and piercings are something that employers take note of every time a candidate walks into an interview, so I heard his voice whispering warnings in the back of my mind. But alas, I was 18 and freshly pierced, and I wasn’t thinking down the line at all.
(02/27/20 8:12am)
Whether we are coming back from a late night of studying at 1515 or stumbling from one bar to the next, most of us know what it’s like to walk the Corner on a Friday night. The scene is a kaleidoscopic horde of people. Glamorous clothes are complemented by colorful shouts and the unmistakable stench of Busch Light. From the perspective of any old student who traverses the Corner nearly every Friday night, this has become a natural part of life.