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(03/12/19 3:04pm)
It was a beautiful Wednesday afternoon when I saw it — a lit-up cop car plowing down McCormick Road and heading towards the Chapel. I was almost late to class, but just like everyone else rubbernecking down the sidewalk, I lingered in hopes of witnessing the action unfold.
(02/05/19 4:19am)
After a long night in the library studying for finals at the end of last semester, I was making my way home via a shortcut near my house when I heard a noise in the bushes behind me. Before I had time to think “lions and tigers and bears — oh my,” a skinny, orange cat crawled out of the shrubbery and stared me straight in the face.
(11/27/18 4:31am)
As we made our way through Times Square, myriads of shapes, patterns and colors pulled my attention in all different directions. To kick off Thanksgiving break, my mom had booked us on a six-hour walking tour of New York City — the real New Yorker’s way to see the city, as she and the guide asserted while double-decker busses with slouched-back tourists passed us by.
(11/13/18 5:22am)
At a university with over 22,000 students, the world on Grounds should seem massive. I know I don’t know the vast majority of the student body, but every time I strap on my backpack, open my front door and head out to seize another Charlottesville day, I feel like I can never make it from point A to point B without passing at least one familiar face.
(10/31/18 2:00am)
We’ve all been there — you’re sitting in class, the professor asks a question and you know you know the answer. You want to raise your hand, but it’s already halfway through the semester, and you haven’t spoken up in the class before. You keep your hand down.
(09/18/18 1:43am)
I first knew something was wrong when I received a text from my childhood babysitter on Sep. 9, reading, “You’re like, 200 miles from the coast, right?”
(08/07/18 12:41am)
Two years ago, I was strolling through the Chicago O’Hare International Airport on my way to grab a Chicago hot dog when I saw a man wearing a University of Virginia T-shirt passing by. He looked like he was in a rush — probably headed to his connecting flight — and before I had the chance to yell “go Hoos,” he had disappeared behind a mass of crisscrossing travelers.
(06/27/18 2:14am)
When I finalized my summer internship plans earlier this year, I did not foresee all the lifestyle adjustments I would need to make in order to become a successful adult in the workforce. I’d had summer jobs before — camp counselor, kayak shop booking agent, nanny, etc. — but nothing resembling an actual career. I figured it couldn’t be that hard of a transition. I was excited to embark into the marketing field and gain valuable experience for the future. But after a few days on the job, I discovered the college habits I’d developed over the past two years weren’t going to cut it in the real world.
(04/25/18 4:38am)
For the majority of students at the University, second year means the chance to experience apartment living. Though we sign our apartment leases as early as September of first year, second year comes and goes more quickly than we would like to accept. When my friends and I signed our lease the third week of our first year, we had no idea if our situation would work out — would we even be friends in year? As second year comes to a close, however, the thought of moving out is bittersweet — apartment life has taught us so much, from responsibility to teamwork to “adulting.”
(04/11/18 4:04am)
The University is truly unique in the way it supports strong relationships between students and professors both inside and outside of the classroom. When I was an incoming first-year, I remember feeling intimidated by the advice to “make personal connections with your professors,” as I figured my college experience would be a series of big lecture halls with scary, unapproachable professors teaching from behind podiums.
(03/30/18 5:19pm)
Getting out of Charlottesville can be a struggle, especially for out-of-state students. Throughout my time at the University, traveling home for various breaks has never been an easy task. With weather complications and flight issues combined, a cross-country trip that should only take half a day often ends up taking a full day or multiple days to complete. Whether it’s a snow day that ends up shutting down the city or record-breaking high-speed winds that close the airport, students must always be prepared with a plan B when it comes to leaving Charlottesville. This past spring break, when thousands of flights were cancelled across the East Coast, my friends and I were forced to become very resourceful in order to get to California.
(02/13/18 5:46am)
Roses are red, violets are blue. The month of January seemed to go by at an incredibly slow pace, but now we are nearing mid-February, and Valentine’s Day is just around the corner. For some students, this realization is an exciting one — an opportunity to make plans with a significant other for a romantic Wednesday night. For others, this realization brings anxiety and dread — another Valentine’s Day alone. In college, Valentine’s Day can be whatever you make of it — from the best evening ever to the least significant day of the week. I’ve narrowed it down to three typical Valentine’s Day experiences at the University, all of which at least one student on Grounds will have.
(01/30/18 5:27am)
For many students at the University, coming back from Christmas vacation means reuniting with friends, scheduling classes and most prominently, rush! Anyone who has participated in rush knows it is an exhausting task — you will never talk to so many humans, ward off so many illnesses or wear so many presentable outfits as you do during those daunting weeks. It’s a trying time for all, with Bid Day painted as the shining beacon of hope at the end of the process. There’s just one thing that nobody tells you — Bid Day is awkward.
(01/25/18 3:19pm)
I originally had different plans for my Christmas vacation than serving on a jury for a criminal case. Yet, when I initially arrived home to sunny San Diego from snowy Charlottesville, I was appalled when my mother presented me with an envelope that read “Jury Duty” across its front. Nevertheless, I was told by many not to fear my untimely summoning.
(11/29/17 5:02am)
I love the University because it provides a safe and welcoming environment for students to debate virtually all issues — politics, religion, school policy, new dorms versus old dorms, the El Jefe versus all other Roots bowls, etc. I’ve engaged in such conversations, and I truly appreciate the maturity and open-mindedness of students arguing for their chosen sides. I believe that the act of debating is healthy, but I must say, there is one debate that I’ve decided is a dead end since attending the University — West Coast versus East Coast Mexican food. Didn’t think that was a debate? My friends will tell you I’ve made it one.
(11/13/17 5:07am)
I thoroughly enjoy going to class Friday morning. It sounds absurd, yes. I never thought I would say such a thing until this semester, and it is because of one course — “The News Media” with Wyatt Andrews.
(10/17/17 3:11am)
At 3 a.m. I awoke to loud pounding on our apartment door. Next came the shouts.