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I have always been viewed as the mom of my friend groups — despite the fact that I am almost always the youngest person in the room. So, it makes sense that I would pick up a bonafide grandma hobby like crocheting during the pandemic, right?
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away known by all as Hampton, Va., a little girl — no older than six or seven — sat on the floor of her living room, glued to the television screen in front of her. She was absolutely captivated by “The Princess Diaries” and by Anne Hathaway’s poofy curls that surprisingly resembled her own. The aspiring princess watched in admiration as Julie Andrews waved her manicured finger a few times and turned the quirky high schooler, Mia, into Amelia — Princess of Genovia.
It may seem a little late to talk about New Year’s, but I am still erasing a zero and replacing it with a one at the top of every page I write, so maybe this column is not yet old news. I had a pretty uneventful holiday season, thanks for asking. I spent Dec. 31 with my family. We rented “The Croods” and watched the ball drop in Times Square at midnight. My break has been great, and I love being home, but if I am being honest, when it came to celebrating the New Year, I was not really in the mood.
There is nothing quite like fall at the University. The leaves are brilliant in hues of reds, oranges and yellows, cloaking the Rotunda like an expensive garment. There is a bite in the air and walking around Grounds — even now — feels special somehow.
The vice presidential debate on Oct. 7 surely stirred up a social media storm of tweets, memes and even an entire profile — with over 100,000 followers — dedicated to the fly that landed on Vice President Mike Pence’s head. But Senator Kamala Harris’ words to Pence are the words I hope echoed around the world and reached the ears of every little girl — “Mr. Vice President, I’m speaking. I’m speaking.”
I love to write. There is just something about the act of physically stringing together letters that become words, sentences and stories that I find fascinating. I would even go so far as to say that I am most in tune with myself when I am alone with my thoughts, a pencil and a sheet of paper.
Over the past few weeks, a question has continued to resurface in my head — if the year 2020 was a tangible form that I could see and talk to, what would I say to it? Obviously, I cannot speak to — or curse out — the year 2020, but pretending that I could has helped me process the tumult of loud feelings and jumbled thoughts this year has gifted me.
Last fall, I was sitting in one of my Curry classes when our professor asked us to participate in an exercise that opened my eyes to how new some of the University community is to talking about race. Our professor asked us to raise our hands as he called out different stages of education to signify when our earliest conversations about race took place. I was one of a handful of students who raised my hand when our professor called out “kindergarten.”
We live in a world that is dominated by social media and in a culture that puts too much trust in its most-followed users. It is more obvious now — while the globe is battling COVID-19 — than ever before just how dependent we are on “reliable news sources” like Instagram, Facebook and Twitter.
My name is Emma Keller, and there’s a million things I haven’t done — recently, listening to the Tony award-winning musical sensation “Hamilton” was one of them.
The spring semester is upon us, and I am sure that I am not alone in saying that choosing a major, a summer internship and a career has become a daily mental battleground for me. Keeping up with application deadlines, narrowing down my actual interests and career aspirations and staying on top of current obligations like my classwork and extracurriculars is all a bit overwhelming. This is why I always treasure every second of winter break.
Rejection. Disappointment. Failure. These things are the bane of the typical University student’s existence — they are our kryptonite.
Flashing lights, floor-length dresses and blaring music are all essential components of the most anticipated high school event of the year — prom. While high school proms tend to be the highlight of the high school experience, they are often inaccessible and exclude students with disabilities.
“Are you mixed?”