Top 10 things to do in Charlottesville this spring
1. Farm-to-Table Restaurant Week (April 10-16)
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1. Farm-to-Table Restaurant Week (April 10-16)
1. Pizza
1. Environmental Science majors — The “Mudslide”
1. Wear anything nice
1. Set things on fire
1. Rat creates power outage in old dorms
1. The one-minute wonder
1. The glitter bomb
1. A death in Pavilion X?
1. Get arrested for indecent exposure
1. Paper planes
1. Playing chicken with your dirty dishes
1. Roll in late
It has been six weeks — six weeks of aftercare and maintenance, six weeks since I got my first tattoo. I was surprised how much preparation went into getting a tattoo — mental preparation, at least. Before signing the papers, one has to decide whether or not a tattoo is for you, where you will get it and, finally, what it will be. Answer these three questions before making a decision.
I didn’t want to call October “hump month,” but this is exactly what it feels like. It’s the middle of the semester, the time in which you have a majority of your work, and the desire to laze around all day has reached a peak. It’s the wall — the point in the semester that takes every bit of effort and determination to beat. As we enter the last few days of this month, here are some ways to overcome its obstacles:
The other day, my friends and I decided to make fun of different majors and the fools who pursue them. About to open my mouth and deliver a scathing monologue of some sort, I realized my hypocrisy. I’m an English major for God’s sake — my own glass house can’t handle any stones. After all, I’ve been on the wrong side of “major shaming” since my first day at the University.
The first paper for my Intro to Media Studies class was a challenge. It wasn’t hard to actually write the paper, but in order to begin writing, I had to complete the professor’s challenge of going a day without screens. This meant no phone, no laptop, no TV and no iPod.
When I saw my little brother for the first time this summer, I was struck by how tall he had gotten. A senior in high school, he suddenly seemed so much more mature. It helped that he had cut his hair, making it less bowl-like. And, oh yeah, he had also gotten a girlfriend.
Each year at the University is unique and comes with its own set of new experiences and, occasionally, problems. For the first years, the struggle is predominantly between experiencing the awesomeness of the University for the first time and avoiding being pegged as a newcomer.
Yesterday, while in the middle of a frustrated rant about how much I disliked a coworker, I realized I had absolutely no reason to hate her. Puzzled, I thought back to all of our short conversations and friendly interactions only to see she had committed no transgressions — no stink-eye, no passive aggressive behavior, nothing that could possibly be twisted into malice. So why the instinctive antagonism?