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(12/29/23 2:23am)
It was a typical winter Sunday morning, and I was on my usual walk to Clem to drown in homework and despair for the day. But then, I saw it — “ALDERMAN LIBRARY, OPENING JANUARY 2024.” The sign sent a shudder through my entire body. As a second year, the construction of Alderman library has been one of the few constants in my life since arriving at U.Va. It has seen me at my worst. When I tearfully waved goodbye to my parents in August of my first-year, Alderman was clack, clack, clacking away. When I made my first walk back to dorms from Rugby Road, the Alderman crane watched me go. When I cried on the phone with my dad after bombing an exam, the construction workers were there to witness it — what a sight for them to see! And when I listened to “Is It Over Now? (Taylor’s Version) (From The Vault),” the man driving the forklift watched my jaw drop to the floor. So on that fateful day when I saw that sign, my knees buckled at the thought of the turmoil this change would cause.
(11/19/23 2:42am)
Laundry — a seemingly mundane task that turns our cozy homes into battlegrounds, where socks enter interdimensional portals aka washing machines. Yes, it's time to try and unravel the enigma of the missing sock phenomenon, one that has left laundry-doers across the globe scratching their heads and feet in equal frustration.
(09/29/23 1:25am)
Each morning, I begrudgingly awake to my stupid alarm. Since classes have started again, my sleep is so rudely and aggressively interrupted by a blaring ringtone from my phone. As you will come to learn in this column, I love my sleep, and I despise anyone or anything that disturbs it. When I battle with my alarm clock each day, I inevitably concede and get up. But, in the process of mustering the strength to get up and face the day, I enter a drawn-out grieving period full of denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance — and I mourn the sleep I just lost.
(05/09/23 1:41am)
Writing formal, appropriate emails is underratedly the most annoying and difficult aspect of being a college student. Formal emails force us to visit a dormant section of our mental dictionaries for words other than “ok lmk” or “r u going tn?” and the actual spelling of “tmw.” Whether you are emailing with a question or sending in an excuse, there is unspoken “fluff” you are obligated to add to formal emails to sound more pleasant. I usually start off with a “I hope you’re well” or a classic “I hope you had a nice weekend.” With these staple phrases, Outlook often tries to predict what I am going to say and helps me complete the rest of my sandwich — but see, autofill is a dangerous game. Even after you combat autofill’s miscalculated suggestions to produce an acceptable email, you then are forced to sift through the email jargon in the response to dig out the important details. It is time we talk about the misery and distress of emailing in college.
(04/03/23 9:03pm)
As I near the end of my first year at U.Va., I think about my favorite aspects about going here — the people, the classes, a Chipotle within a 10-minute walking distance, etc. But I also have some major grievances I need to get off my chest. So instead of getting a therapist, I figured I could work through all of these emotions by writing letters to the sources of my problems. It’s cheaper and less traumatic! Win-win.
(04/09/23 10:59pm)
We all have certain “characters” in our lives. The people who are not necessarily friends of yours — you might not even know their name — but you still see them often. So often, that they are not necessarily strangers, but rather characters. Allow me to describe some examples.