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(11/14/14 4:29am)
Two weeks ago, I realized just how lucky I am to be in college. As my friends and I drove together in the car, we realized we have no real obligations tying us down — something we will rarely find in our post-graduate lives. Soon enough, we said, our opportunity to take advantage of our youth will dissipate.
(10/31/14 4:35am)
Today is Friday — and not just any Friday, it is Halloween. This coincidence has created immense joy for many University students.
(10/16/14 11:42pm)
Over Fall Break, I, like many of my classmates, took to my favorite relaxing activities in the comfort of my own home. I ate my parents’ cooking, slept in my own bed and enjoyed a reunion with two of the greatest beings I have the pleasure of knowing: my dogs. And though Fall Break lacks the bounty of traditions associated with Thanksgiving and Winter Break, many homes across America make up for this with a ritual of watching Sunday football.
(10/03/14 3:48am)
Freed from the confines of dorms into the world of air-conditioned bedrooms, I am fortunate enough to spend my second year of college in an apartment. Let me just say, it’s fantastic. I have a couch and an oven. I have a bed I am not in danger of falling off of on a nightly basis. It is my castle, and I consider myself very fortunate to reside within it.
(09/19/14 6:17am)
I was going to submit an article about something lighthearted this week. It contained nothing of consequence, hid behind irony and served only for enjoyment. I wrote the whole thing. I sat down and typed away for an hour or two. The finished product wasn’t terrible — it was the result of genuine effort and emotion. But I realized it didn’t sit well with me. And I didn’t know why.
(09/03/14 5:52pm)
If you are a University student and you are reading this column, congratulations.
(04/24/14 2:47pm)
Recently, University students received the opportunity to vote on their choice of three proposals offered for the 2015 – and potentially 2016 – graduation ceremonies. Discussions around Grounds did not seem to indicate particular excitement about any of the three options. I do believe the University tried its hardest to construct the best options for graduation, given the unfortunate timeframe of the Rotunda renovations.
(04/10/14 3:13pm)
Walking to class the other day, I noticed a familiar looking man headed in my direction. I searched my mind for a few brief seconds until I realized he was one of my professors from last semester.
(03/27/14 3:14pm)
If you want to avoid a rush of indignity, don’t look at your old iTunes library. Chances are, if you’re anything like me, you have ghosts from playlists past. With skeletons like Aaron Carter, Bowling for Soup and a host of turn-of-the-millennium pop rock, rediscovering my former musical tastes makes me wonder if I am in fact the same person as before.
(03/06/14 4:25pm)
With classes adjourning Friday for Spring Break, thousands of University students will embark on travels across the globe. Though some will head west or north with the slopes in sight, and others — this bi-weekly columnist included — will head homeward for some much needed R&R, there is one image alone that typifies collegiate Spring Break: a warm getaway to the tropical beach of your choosing.
(02/20/14 4:17pm)
The best advice I have received at the University came when I least expected it. Still floating in the honeymoon period of first year, when the perks and problems of college are still fresh and exciting, I found myself walking along Rugby Road one evening with a fourth-year.
(02/05/14 8:50pm)
Chances are, by the time this column runs, anyone who happens to read it will have already consumed hours of Super Bowl pregame, mid-game and postgame commentary. Still, considering the state of this year’s game, I thought it would be a shame if the most cynical section of a paper run by the most cynical demographic — literary college students — failed to express some views on the game.
(01/23/14 8:48pm)
To return to Grounds after a month-long recess is to return to the town of Charlottesville, classes and most importantly, your friends at the University. These reunions with peers, however, are often ad-hoc as we run across our fellow Hoos at any unexpected time or place around Grounds the past two weeks. While seeing a friend after a long absence typically brings one pleasure, the required small talk in an impromptu meeting with a mere acquaintance can bore one to death.
(11/22/13 3:58pm)
At the University, music is omnipresent. Walking through dorms, you can hear an eclectic mix of songs permeating through the walls. In our stately dining halls speakers pump the jams of virtuosos ranging from Sir Mix-A-Lot to Creed — a nice pairing with the classy food within. Even in the sanctuaries of our libraries, a majority of students tune out the silence with headphones.
(11/08/13 4:45am)
You’ve seen it: a bus almost running over a hypnotized girl blindly walking across McCormick Road, her eyes glued down to her phone’s LCD screen, fingers swiftly tapping away. Or the hardly-stealthy student pushing his chin too far down to his chest, with his arms squeezed under the table, as his strict TA is writing something on the whiteboard. Students risk life, limb and GPA all for a little SMS.
(10/25/13 3:13pm)
With the exhausting supply of fantasy football statistics proving ineffective in fueling my procrastination, I decided to check if Lou had posted the spring semester’s List, and proceeded to browse the course options for the next hour.
(10/11/13 4:43am)
Before arriving at the University for the first time this fall, I was “lucky” enough to receive advice from every single person who had already experienced a freshman college year. Though the content of their advice varied, I could follow one common theme: regret.
(09/27/13 12:36am)
Having now spent a month at college, I’ve formed many relationships with wonderful guys and girls. Nice, funny, interesting — they’re all everything I look for in a life-long friend. The other day though, something struck me: how well do I — how well can I — know these people who were complete strangers just weeks ago?
(09/09/13 7:34pm)
A land of distinction, college requires class and regulation in the courting process. At a party, one must formally ask for a dance, at which point the couple dances the twist on the dance floor while Otis Day and the Knights play “Shout.” Right?