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(04/03/21 3:58am)
Being on Grounds seemed like the best line of attack on the sluggish Zoom school days that blurred the end of the previous semester with the start of the current one. I heavily relied on the justification that coming in close proximity to the University this year would snap me out of my glaze-eyed funk. With some disappointment, I feel that I can make the claim that being back on Grounds hasn’t provided much of a discernable difference in productivity. Instead, each and every passing week feels like a distant memory. Each week is defined as its own small era with its own individualized mix of stress, joy and outlandish experiences.
(01/30/21 1:56am)
There is a rude awakening when casual conversations and doctor’s office forms probe me with this harmless, fleeting question — “How old are you?” It may seem almost premature to agonize over such a question at the moment — one that will certainly be grieved and avoided with ill-fated denial at a much later age. Coming to terms with the fact that I’ve reached this milestone, I croak out and fumble with this number each time. A residual thought accompanies this inconsequential idea — Oh God, I’m 20. This little horror of mine stays, dissipates and returns when asked again.
(11/23/20 1:04am)
4:15 a.m. is not the ideal wakeup time for a college student, especially when you’ve barely gotten four hours of sleep. Yet, the shrill sound of my alarm and my mother’s nagging reminded me of the importance of the day — Election Day. In the quietest, darkest depths of the morning, I struggled to both rush and prepare myself calmly for the long day ahead, packing personal necessities while donning my mask. I wasn’t feeling anxious — perhaps due to my body’s shortage of deep sleep or that I was truly confident in my abilities at the moment. Nevertheless, I managed to make it to my home precinct, unknowingly making two mistakes at this point — not packing enough coffee and wearing Vans slip-ons with no arch support.
(09/22/20 10:20pm)
“Supposed to be.” I cannot help but think that this phrase is defining the current culture of many young people at the moment. The start to the new semester was supposed to be everything but this. The brick pavements were supposed to be brimming with foot traffic and constant chattering. The lecture halls and libraries were supposed to be crammed with camaraderie, collective stress and the comforting sounds of whispers and pen scribblings. Yet, I find myself holed up in my hermit shell of a house in Northern Virginia every day, deprived of my dosage of natural sunlight and endorphins that I generously granted myself over the summer.
(09/02/20 3:21am)
How have you been faring? Although I’m a bit anxious for the new semester, I’m glad to rewind the summer memories and analyze the little lessons that I’ve learned and grappled with along the way. I’d like to think that my summer was divided into two parts.
(04/24/20 8:08am)
Recently, there has been a particular picture circulating that has shaken up our meme culture and social media groups. This photo is of a man with a blond mullet, eyebrow ring and very interesting fashion choices that involve a great deal of sequins. The live tiger that is sitting next to him completes the picture. As many of you may have correctly guessed, it’s Joe Exotic from the trending Netflix show “Tiger King.”
(04/06/20 6:42pm)
In light of the transition to online classes and being back at home, it has been particularly hard to find a good excuse to leave my house to do anything. My drawn-out days involve a great deal of yawning in front of my laptop screen and trapping myself in a movie and YouTube wormhole. It is easy to get your head caught up with the negative vibes, especially with how our comfort of routine has suddenly turned upside down. However, it is also important to take initiative by establishing this as our new norm — once we do, we will finally have the ability to look beyond our angst-created shadows and see the opportunities that we can take to spread joy to others in little ways again.
(03/19/20 6:44am)
When an old Hokie friend of mine asked to meet up during the winter break to catch up over dinner, I was overjoyed — both to share our first-semester stories and to satisfy my intense Thai cravings. Little did I know that she had an ulterior motive. The moment she asked me to run a half-marathon with her, hesitation and doubt rushed in. In high school, we ran cross country together, but I ran for fun, not for the competition — not to mention that my exercise regime had consisted of crawling up the Gooch/Dillard stairs and eating Runk ice cream every day that semester. But for some reason, I instinctively agreed because I knew that I needed a change from my first semester lifestyle. And why not cross it off my bucket list while I’m still young and healthy?