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(05/17/18 9:29pm)
It was at 9:08 p.m. on April 24 when it first happened. After a tragic loss ended our storied intramural careers, my teammates and I parted ways, and I realized that I may never see some of those friends again. After spending all of college dreading the day, my first goodbye occurred without me even recognizing it for what it was.
(04/23/18 5:18am)
Don’t look now, but it is officially less than a month until graduation. Yikes. It seems like just yesterday that I was at summer orientation wondering what the Downtown Mall was and why so many kids were from “NOVA,” which I assumed was slang for transferring from Villanova. I had no clue what I was getting myself into.
(04/09/18 5:34am)
In an introductory email at the beginning of the semester, my TA for a Batten class about humanitarian crises implored us to visit her in office hours. She not only offered to provide stimulating conversations about topics ranging from economics to French, but she also suggested that visitors could use office hours to talk about the one and only thing that anybody really wants to talk about anyways — “The Bachelor.”
(03/26/18 5:00am)
Like many other college students, my friends and I headed south to find warmth during spring break. Less typically, however, we did not seek out any beaches — we drove to Sweetwater, Texas in order to experience the world’s largest Rattlesnake Roundup.
(02/26/18 6:08am)
If I had a dollar for every time I have been asked to name my favorite building on Grounds, I wouldn’t be graduating with thousands of dollars of student debt in May. Nonetheless, this question seems to make its way into every icebreaker at the University. You normally hear a lot of the same answers – Nau Hall is sexy, but no one ever thinks of poor Gibson, Brooks Hall is unique and has more than enough taxidermy to excite Kendall from “The Bachelor” and everyone has a soft spot for the Rotunda and Old Cabell. However, the undeniable right answer to this question is Alderman Library.
(02/12/18 5:19am)
Friday is my favorite day of the week.
(01/29/18 6:07am)
“The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.”
(12/18/17 5:08am)
It was May 18, 2017 — exactly one year prior to the beginning of my graduation weekend May 18, 2018 — and my mom booked a hotel in Charlottesville so that my family can watch thousands of other parents’ babies and me walk down the Lawn in a likely-overpriced piece of fabric. It was on that day that graduation became a tangible reality in my future.
(11/13/17 5:07am)
When I think of friendship, I think of the back seat of my friend Cole’s car on a warm August night. I had just parted from someone I cared about very deeply, and while three of my friends drove me to the airport, I just couldn’t contain the emotion — I started crying.
(10/30/17 2:42am)
A man, his ex-girlfriend and her date walk into a bar. Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, right?
(10/16/17 2:49am)
I hate to admit it, but I’m one of those people. You know, the ones who start sentences with “When I was in [insert exotic location here]” or always find a way to relate the conversation at hand to their favorite, annoyingly repetitive stories from their time abroad — or their cheesy blog. Yes, despite my best efforts, I do it, and I’m not proud of it. But I think it’s worth pausing for a moment and considering why this phenomenon is so prevalent not only here in Charlottesville but on college campuses around the country.
(10/06/17 4:51am)
Never have I fallen in love as quickly or deeply as I did the first day I stepped foot into Arabic 1010. From my first “marhaban” — “hello” in Arabic — I was hooked, and time only strengthened my feelings. Week by week, I began to appreciate its little quirks, trace its alphabet’s sleek curves, and feel ignited within me an unquenchable desire to know the language inside and out. Love is a rollercoaster, and my affair with Arabic is no exception — but the highs of the ride make me want to get in line again and again.
(09/18/17 2:18am)
As a crotchety 80-year-old man stuck in the body of a college student, I am often far behind the times when it comes to new phrases and acronyms. When I landed back in the U.S. this past May after a year abroad, my friend’s little sister gave me a crash course in everything I had missed while I was gone. This ranged from “bet,” a pointless term that taught me just how much confusion could be packed into one syllable, to “extra,” a useless phrase running rampant all over the country.
(09/04/17 2:49am)
I went on my first date at the age of four. Quite a cocky preschooler, I thought I was a catch. Not that I would let them catch me, of course — I wore a very specific pair of shorts on Tuesdays and Thursdays just so that I could outrun my pursuers on the playground. It was no secret, however, that my heart belonged to someone else. It was cooties at first sight.
(05/21/16 7:47am)
My first few days of college were a whirlwind. Only hours after leaving the warm embraces of my closest friends from home, I found myself in the midst of thousands of strangers. Everyone warns you how difficult the transition to college can be, but they always neglect to mention that it never really ends.
(04/21/16 3:15am)
The crowd roared and leapt to its feet — well, at least our section did. The noise and energy reverberated through the stadium as the human wave circled the field. Though we were all exhausted from our early morning drive and a goal had yet to be scored, the overwhelming excitement coursing through the stands was contagious, so we kept our eyes glued to 22 yellow and blue figures below us as Colombia faced the U.S. women’s national soccer team in an international match. The Americans won 3-0, and my friends and I had a wonderful — if brief — visit to our nation’s birthplace, complete with Philly cheesesteaks in front of Independence Hall.
(04/07/16 1:14am)
It may have started as a joke, but there was nothing funny about President Teresa Sullivan walking through the door of our apartment. Well, maybe it was slightly comical. It’s not every day the president of the University goes to a student’s apartment for a three-course meal.
(03/24/16 5:36am)
Last week, the Cheesemakers — my mighty intramural soccer team — stepped onto the field with big dreams for our first game. With a winless indoor campaign in the rearview mirror, we believed the green turf and fresh air could reverse our fortunes. And it did, at least for a few minutes. But then both the game and my knee took a very wrong turn, and half of the valiant, and still winless, Cheesemakers found themselves sitting in the emergency room.
(03/10/16 3:04am)
“You’re just too romantically intense,” my friend said as we circled the Lawn. We were dissecting my most recent failed romantic venture, an offer of dinner which never yielded a response. All I could do was sigh.