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(04/25/24 7:30am)
As I write this, I am in utter disbelief that my first year is coming to an end. These last eight months flew by. Coming to Charlottesville from Pennsylvania, a five-hour drive away, was a huge culture shock — much more so than I imagined it would be. In an attempt to transition to University life, I found myself saying “yes” to way too many things, which left me feeling detached from my surroundings rather than at home on Grounds. When I eventually learned to say “no,” I found myself embracing the everyday aspects of college life, which allowed me to truly feel comfortable in my own skin at the University.
(04/21/24 4:39am)
Most of us enter romantic, exclusive relationships hoping to find love — or at least some form of it. You might dream of finding someone who understands you perfectly, buys you flowers unprompted or gives you their jacket when you’re cold, even if they are too. But in the honeymoon phase, you may run into a problem — wondering the right time to say “I love you.”
(04/16/24 3:41am)
Exploring Grounds in August as a wide-eyed, apprehensive 18-year-old, I noticed many of the same buzzwords floating around — “the Corner,” “the Lawn” and, most prominently among many of my peers, the “Freshman 15.” The term is thrown around in a jokingly self-deprecating manner, but it is shadowed by the premonition of weight gain in the midst of our new college lifestyles.
(03/05/24 11:08pm)
For as long as I can remember, I have been extremely conscious of myself — how others perceive me and subsequently how they might judge me. If you’ve ever taken a psychology class, the term “spotlight effect” may ring a bell. It’s the phenomenon in which you tend to overestimate how much other people notice aspects of your appearance or behavior. I lived under an imagined spotlight for years, constantly worried about my perceived intellect and physical appearance. Only in college did I decide to turn off the spotlight I had placed overhead — and in doing so, I began to live for myself.