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(05/14/20 12:56am)
Four years ago, I applied to be a columnist for the Life section of The Cavalier Daily. With no prior journalism experience and just a profound love of writing, I hoped that my slightly modified college application essay would garner me favor with The Cavalier Daily gods. Four years later, I have over 40 articles under my belt.
(11/04/19 9:53pm)
You might think — reading this column by a glamorous, fourth-year Cavalier Daily writer — that I have always been a proud Wahoo. In truth, I didn’t know the words to the “Good Ol’ Song” until this semester.
(10/07/19 3:58pm)
Somewhere in my illustrious and complex collegiate career, some lucky soul told me that fourth year was really chill.
(09/13/19 8:25pm)
Every writer is well acquainted with writer’s block, that seemingly indefinite period of time when the Great Muse feels like a distant fantasy. I could say I’m in a bit of writer’s block myself, but not for the usual reasons of exhaustion or apathy. For me, my muse is not too far away. In fact, she is far too close.
(04/04/19 8:41pm)
I am a third-year in my spring semester at the University of Virginia, and I have never been to a University basketball game.
(03/05/19 2:40am)
Whenever I’m homesick, I go out and buy mangos.
(02/12/19 12:55am)
It’s tough to be an introvert when you’re irreparably ill. Afternoons once spent drinking coffee in a solitary corner are now consumed with aggressively kind doctors discussing your bodily functions. An already limited capacity for small talk is stretched thin as you must divulge your major and career plans with the sweet nurse stabbing a needle in your arm. There’s the daily responsibility of updating friends, family and acquaintances on how you’re doing. Not to mention the weekly ritual of calling the doctor, the pharmacy, physical therapy and health insurance company to cancel, schedule or modify appointments.
(12/06/18 5:15am)
If you’ve been following my past few articles, you may notice that my life has not been extraordinarily “normal” as of late. It’s not everyday you have a stroke.
(11/08/18 7:35pm)
“First timer?” George, the med-tech, asks as he escorts me down the pristine hallways of Fontaine Research Park.
(10/10/18 12:09am)
Hi my name’s Aly, I’m a third-year from Northern Virginia, and this semester, I had a stroke.
(07/16/18 4:23pm)
As I’m sure all us millenials know, “Incredibles 2” came out this past June after 14 years of anxious waiting. Sure, I was pumped to witness Jack-Jack and Mr. Incredible duke it out with the baddies. But in reality, I was sitting in that theater for one reason and one reason only — the short.
(05/01/18 4:14am)
Recently, the 55th Annual Restoration Ball went down at IX Art Park with glitter and honey-roasted peanuts to boot. As many Instagram captions cleverly declared, Resto was basically “Prom, College Edition.” Imagine long, sequined dresses and strapless bras, bow ties and crisply ironed shirts and lots of white people jumping up and down to “Don’t Stop Believin’” — your typical prom experience.
(04/16/18 4:24am)
Once upon a time, there was a young girl in a suburb holed up in her basement with piles and piles of construction paper, glue sticks, stickers and glitter strewn all around her as if a local Michaels had exploded. With plastic scissors in hand, she furiously cut through thick stacks of multicolored paper spewing blue/red/green petals and leaves. It had already been four hours, yet none of her three-dimensional flowers looked just right so she kept on working — the pile of rejected prototypes growing larger by the minute. Around midnight her mother came down, squinting through heavy-framed glasses.
(04/06/18 2:47am)
Everyone knows that eating sugar begets eating more sugar. Once you start, your body continually craves more until your biological clock tells you — it’s noon, have you eaten some processed sugar yet?
(03/26/18 12:46am)
I’ve had no small share of shocks and horrors this semester, from missing my coffee before 8 a.m. lecture to losing my favorite pair of socks. Yet, my heart nearly dropped when while perusing Facebook I saw an anguished face, a single tear rolling past buck teeth and a long yellow nose.
(03/07/18 3:20am)
The customer is always right.
(02/20/18 5:03am)
Dear Ms. Chloe Kim,
(02/05/18 4:49am)
I am an “advocate,” “protector” and “counselor.” I find purpose in helping others. I am idealistic, yet realistic; gentle, yet passionate. Sometimes, I can be a perfectionist to the point of exhaustion and can be intolerant of others’ weaknesses. I place extreme importance on order in my external world and tend to internalize conflict manifesting in physical signs of stress.
(01/16/18 5:21am)
Though now our News Feeds are loaded with articles like “Ten Celebrity #TBT Pics You Must See” or “Try Not to Cry at this Insta of a High School Musical Reunion,” believe it or not, nostalgia has not always held such appeal. The word nostalgia was first coined in the 17th century by Swiss physician Johannes Hofer describing the physical and mental ailments Swiss soldiers felt when longing for home. In fact, the word nostalgia comes from the Greek word “nostos,” meaning homecoming, and “algos,” meaning pain.
(11/28/17 5:02am)
Of all the things I look forward to about going home, grocery shopping with my mom is chief among them. There’s something about my foodie-soul that just loves to look at potential snacks with someone who has the means to buy them. Thus when my mother announced she was making a Costco run when I was home for Thanksgiving, I squealed with excitement.