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(02/06/15 1:08am)
Last week I embarked on a grand adventure to the land where dreams become reality — no, not the Corner after midterms — Walt Disney World. Several months ago, I applied for an internship with the Disney College Program and, next thing I knew, I was packing my tiny blue Ford Focus to the brim with shorts, tanning lotion and two oversized slippers shaped like Mickey Mouse’s golden clogs.
(01/23/15 5:44am)
While college is full of ups and downs, our community has experienced the worst down — eternal goodbye — far too often this past year. Many of us have lost someone before college, but many of us will lose our first close family member, often a grandparent, around this point in our lives. Goodbyes are difficult, as I learned over break with the loss of my grandmother.
(12/04/14 11:21pm)
Anyone who’s kept up with my columns this semester should have been able to detect two general themes: etymology and shopping. I’ve torn apart “basic” and “sexy,” condemning one and contemplating the redefinition of the other. I’ve explored how to shop for both men and women as well as how to choose what drink to purchase when you turn 21.
(11/21/14 8:45am)
Several weeks ago, I wrote a column musing about how to shop for men after a botched attempt to please my housemate with a bacon bowl. I will now attempt to do for girls what I did for guys and wander through the wish list of women on Grounds — just in time for the holidays.
(11/07/14 5:28am)
I’m sure you were all as disappointed as I was when your acceptance letters to Hogwarts never arrived in the mail. I still think mine was lost and will turn up on my doorstep one of these days. Getting my acceptance letter to the University seemed fairly comparable, though, which has me thinking — what if the University was Hogwarts?
(10/24/14 1:24am)
Forget D-Day. Forget the fourth of July. Forget Valentine’s Day. The most epic day in history comes upon us in t-minus 10 days. Ladies and gentlemen, boy and girls: my 21st birthday is nearly here.
(10/10/14 3:51am)
A few weeks ago, I was once more meandering through the depths of Buzzfeed when I happened upon a quiz entitled “What’s the Sexiest Thing About You?” Given that Victoria’s Secret sponsored this quiz, I had my hesitations about clicking the thumbnail link.
(09/26/14 1:47am)
“I love this song!” I shout over the howl of the wind as my best friend and I cruise down 14th Street. “Ugh, please take that back. You are such a basic srat girl right now. This song is so overrated! Everyone likes it,” she replies.
(09/11/14 1:46pm)
It is 10:11 p.m. and I am running. The sun set hours ago and my eyes are already beginning to droop from exhaustion, yet I move as quickly as my feet will take me. Faces turn in my direction as I brush by them. Glaring fluorescent lights heighten the madness flickering in my eyes. Finally, I stop. I have found it.
(08/28/14 1:06pm)
I’ve written many a column aimed at a specific subdivision of the student population. I’ve addressed the small group of men who don’t seem to realize they’re still living under sexist assumptions about who women are and what they can do. I’ve addressed fellow student popsicles who suffered through the blizzard Armageddon of 2013, and when the Gooch-Dillard fire alarms went off at 2 a.m. I’ve addressed girls many, many times.
(04/17/14 3:29pm)
I am going into battle against my own university.
(04/03/14 3:27pm)
“Good god! What a useless column,” I hear you exclaim as you read the subhead. “What bumbling idiot needs advice on refining his schedule? ‘Rate My Professors’ is all anyone needs for success.”
(03/20/14 3:09pm)
I love you, Wahoos — and every single falsity below makes me love you all the more.
(02/27/14 4:53pm)
The college dating scene has been revolutionized by social media, set aflame by the innovations of the Internet, and recently, a little more tinder has been added to the fire. A mash-up between casual, communicative social media and a hook-line-and-sinker dating site, Tinder has come into the arena with guns smoking — and hundreds of students on Grounds flying like moths toward its incendiary glow.
(02/11/14 4:49pm)
I recently installed the new MacBook OS X update that’s been haunting my desktop alerts for the past five weeks. As some of you may have experienced, this update — through an absolutely unforgivable blunder by Apple — gives users the immediate impression upon rebooting their laptop that every single one of their files has vanished into cyberspace, never to be heard from again.
(01/16/14 5:59pm)
As the impending semester loomed over my last few days of winter break, I found myself in a most uncommon predicament: evading the romantic proposition of a man at 10 p.m. in the middle of a parking lot.
(11/15/13 1:35am)
A plethora of statuses have dotted my Facebook newsfeed in recent weeks criticizing the early onslaught of reminders heralding — Hark! the herald ads do sing — the coming holiday season. And of course, by “coming,” I mean eight weeks in the future. I don’t mind this early hullabaloo over the holidays, though. I love this time of year.
(11/01/13 12:16am)
My last morning at home during fall break found me happily slaving away in the throes of domesticity, churning out bounties of made-from-scratch pumpkin muffins for the culinary benefit of my castmates in the Drama Department’s production of “Crazy for You.” Incidentally, whilst baking said bundles of sugary goodness, I invited my ex over for a catch-up session.
(10/18/13 12:37am)
The University possesses a hookup culture, as any student will readily expound. I cannot count the number of times older friends have advised me to shake away the ridiculous notions of romance bouncing around my head. They tell me students here do not date. They tell me to embrace the opportunity of not being tied down to a single person.
(10/05/13 2:14am)
This week’s Cavalier Daily Housing Issue has prompted me to take stock of my new living accommodations. As anyone who read my columns last year may recall, my time in Dillard was not the quaintest. Despite having a room to myself, Dillard generally offered more obstacles than benefits, as any former Goochard resident would indubitably attest.