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(05/14/19 2:48pm)
It’s around the time of year when people start reminiscing and naturally these reflections culminate into a realization about how much one has changed, matured and learned from years past. For me, as a graduating fourth year, my life and my friends’ lives are no exception to these inevitable sentiments. But what’s underrated, I think, is also the ways we may not have changed so much.
(02/24/19 10:32pm)
I’m a little late on a lot of things. Here are a few examples — I didn’t lose my last few teeth until I was in fifth grade, I buy trendy clothes long after they can still be classified as “in style” and I don’t like to leave my warm bed in the morning until it’s absolutely necessary. And I always rack up late fees every time another unwelcome sorority fee rolls around.
(11/16/18 10:00pm)
Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. When I was younger, it was all about the food. My family would always have at least two pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgivings, either at church and/or a family friend’s house. That week of Thanksgiving meals has always been my favorite week of the year. Someday, when I’m on my deathbed, I will ask for my last meal to be a traditional Thanksgiving feast –– but please hold the cranberry sauce.
(11/02/18 12:30am)
I have a secret to share with you all. It’s something I’m not proud of and likely even my closest friends don’t know about me. I keep it well-hidden most of the time, so probably just close family members who have been around me for long enough know exactly what it is. Have I left you in enough suspense? Well here it is, world — I am a complete, list-loving, minute-watching, schedule-sticking control freak.
(10/03/18 9:06pm)
Everyone is taught from a young age that it is best to be nice. Whether it is through parents, the guidance department in elementary school, Sunday school or some other avenue, most kids are encouraged to be kind. I can distinctly remember seeing an “It’s Cool to be Kind” poster in the back corner of my second grade classroom; now, there is a similar poster hanging up in my 11-year-old sister’s room. I was raised to say “please” and “thank you,” and use “sir” and “ma’am” to address older people. “Excuse me” and “bless you” were also frequent phrases among my polite juvenile vocabulary. Along with these formalities, my parents told me that I should always show others love and compassion.
(09/19/18 6:51pm)
Most people complain about requirements.
(08/27/18 2:38am)
If I listened to Wes Walker’s “Jordan Belfort” for long enough, I’m sure memories of my first year would trickle in pretty quickly. The rap/singing crossover, along with the catchy and eloquently spoken hook, “I been gettin’ dirty money Jordan Belfort,” really takes me all the way back to 18-year-old Athena in Kellogg getting ready for a typical Thursday night out. If I think about first year too long, I’ll probably start getting in my feelings — after all, there may be nothing that rivals being able to swipe into O’Hill for shoestring fries at all times of the day.
(05/04/18 2:45am)
On a typical summer day, you can find me cruising down the backroads of Blacksburg with my radio blaring the local country music station — 94.9 FM, for those who were curious. Blacksburg, if you didn’t already know, is a small town located in southwest Virginia, where most people also enjoy listening to country music and doing other small town, southwest Virginia things like hiking or using backroads even when it makes the trip longer because the “real” roads are never actually busy.
(02/14/18 5:49am)
Since we’re a month into the semester now, I’m sure we’ve all found ourselves easing back into the normal routine of things. For me, that means class and then the library to half study, half socialize during the week, all the while patiently waiting for each coming Thursday to begin my weekend. Though I thoroughly enjoy wasting time away in the depths of Alderman Library, there are also a few things I wish I really did more of. The list is a long one, but some notable bullet points are reading leisure books, cooking and getting coffee with more people.
(01/31/18 5:50am)
This past winter break, my family and I took a trip down South in search of warmer weather and theme park thrills at Disney World. The only thing holding us back from having the family getaway of our dreams was the cold front sweeping the nation and the fact that my brother and I are 24 and 20 years old, respectively. Oh, and also our family’s collective fear of roller coasters.
(11/17/17 5:12am)
I think there are a few ways to guarantee success at this University and afterwards. For starters, excelling academically by working hard is a surefire way to make sure you’re successful after you graduate. Another obvious answer — especially for those involved in the business world — would be to make valuable connections with people. Get a LinkedIn, attend all the job fairs and maybe send an email to your second cousin’s best friend who has that sick job up in New York. In theory, it should be easy to succeed at this University.
(10/23/17 4:03am)
I think one of the biggest reasons why people are the way they are is due to their upbringing. In the nature versus nurture argument, I’d bet on it being somewhere around 50/50. At the very least, I chalk up a lot of my personality to past experiences, as well as my family, and how I was taught to think about things.
(09/29/17 3:14am)
I grew up in two different places after moving from Ann Arbor, Mich. when I was two-years-old — Winston-Salem, N.C. and Blacksburg, Va. Living in these two places meant a lot of things, like I learned to like country music pretty early on, my kindergarten teacher said things like “y’all” and our neighbors baked us pies when we moved in. It also meant I was different from most other people around me.
(09/13/17 4:13am)
If there’s one thing I’ve mastered in life, it is the ability to turn any and everything into a joke. The truth is — I’m not that funny, and it definitely takes a certain type of person to really understand my humor. However, it also doesn’t matter because I’m still absolutely going to make that remark. At the cost of some political correctness, awkward silences when no one else finds the joke funny and occasional confusion on whether or not it was supposed to be sarcasm, I joke around pretty much all the time — especially with my closest friends.
(07/18/17 2:26am)
If you’re reading this and you’re a fellow University student, I’m willing to bet a decent amount of money you’re from NOVA. If you’re reading this and you don’t know what “NOVA” is, you probably don’t even go here — you guys can take solace in knowing that most people who don’t live in Virginia have no idea “NOVA” is supposed to stand for the northern Virginia area.
(06/15/17 3:23am)
I can always count on a few things when I come home to Blacksburg for summer break. Among these things are sunset hikes, Cabo Fish Tacos and always church on Sunday. It doesn’t really matter how late I’ve been out the night before or how many other things I have on my agenda — my parents like going to church with me on Sunday, so that’s how it pretty much always goes. I like it, and every time I go I tell myself I should really do this more often (or, at all) back at school.
(05/11/17 6:22am)
I think one of the harshest realizations about second year, other than not being able to go back to your dorm and nap between classes or swipe into the dining hall for a banana, is realizing it’s probably time to figure out some inkling of a future for yourself. If you’re reading this and are in the same boat as I am, you can take solace in knowing I have no clue what I want to do with my life. One positive I’ve found, however, is that two years of college can teach you a lot.
(04/07/17 3:26am)
As much as I take pride in being “different” and “unique” (like every other millennial), this story starts off as basic as it gets, so please bear with me. Earlier today, a close friend of mine and I decided to get Roots and eat it on the Lawn. I semi-complained, semi-celebrated over being done with my two exams of the day, and then I slightly gushed about going out later; she was going to Clemons Library to probably study all night after our chat — we’re very interesting U.Va. students.
(03/23/17 5:56am)
A few Mondays ago I received flowers for the first time. Well, slight correction — I was given a single purple flower, and it was actually a weed. My little buddy in College Mentors for Kids, Estefany, picked it off the ground on our walk back to Newcomb Hall from the Culbreth Theatre. She picked one for me and then picked an “even prettier, more purpley” one for her. Later, she found a dandelion that she added to somewhat of a bouquet for herself. I enthusiastically thanked her for the gift and then went on to explain to her that the beautiful flowers she had picked were actually unwanted weeds. Perplexed, she asked me why, but held steadfastly onto her flowers the entire walk back.
(03/03/17 6:24am)
Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been a planner. For every play date and birthday party I had, there was a corresponding itinerary of activities with carefully allocated time slots. Of course, there was some slight flexibility with the time frames, but mostly I made sure everything went how I had planned. In other words, one might’ve classified my elementary school self as a “control freak.”