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(02/16/15 3:16am)
Without a doubt, the thing I miss the least about college is that horrible, gut-wrenching feeling I would have every finals season as I sat in Clemons circa 3 a.m. At my most distressed moments, I’d find myself imagining how I was going to explain to my parents why I failed a class or why I didn’t graduate. The image of me in a black cap and gown, doe-eyed and slowly unwrapping a blank diploma in front of disappointed family members would haunt me.
(04/10/14 4:44am)
After countless hours of writing and editing, a digital portfolio full of clips, an editorship under my belt, and immeasurable practical experience, this last article may be the hardest task I have been assigned yet. As much as I consider myself a writer, my experience with The Cavalier Daily, fresh as it is, has yet to be interpreted in an articulate, succinct, tightly balled up manner that is easily translated onto paper. But, I’ll start somewhere.
(03/06/14 5:24pm)
In high school, I don’t think it would have ever occurred to me to feel grateful for my spot in a classroom. Call it entitlement, call it arrogance, call it a “first world problem” — I was a child and it was the law. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy school, because I always have, but it was just what I did. It was what everyone did.
(02/20/14 5:13pm)
Though it’s been almost a full workweek of regularity here on Grounds after the snowstorm, I still found myself sleeping through my Tuesday, dozing off in Alderman Café on Wednesday and crawling into bed — where I sit right now — by a ripe 10:30 p.m. Last week threw us a curveball and whether we are ready for it or not, it’s already the weekend again. I’m not sure how that happened, either.
(02/06/14 5:02pm)
It was brought to my attention today that my peers log into Tinder with a wide array of intentions. Basically, it perplexed me that my friend actually slept with someone she met using the app. My personal philosophy is this: use it sparingly, don’t respond when someone messages you and never meet in person.
(11/22/13 4:01pm)
First semester of fourth year is coming to a close, but my conversations are beginning to resemble those of a high school senior. As we wonder about our own futures and where we might be after graduation, we also wonder the same about our classmates. In six short months, we’ll be alumni of this University with the entire world at our fingertips — where will we sail off to?
(10/25/13 3:15pm)
I find myself somewhat rubbed the wrong way when people give too much weight to the undergraduate major someone else is pursuing. Said people are non-coincidentally more frequently than not older people — our parents, people interviewing us for jobs or even co-workers — people stuck in decades ago when, especially for women, what you chose to study was the single most important factor in what your line of work would be.
(10/11/13 4:46am)
People are too nice, and I’m tired of hearing too much of the same thing. I’m tired of hearing my TA say, “Yeah, that’s a really good point!” when I didn’t even do the reading. I’m tired of my friends saying, “You’re going to do great. You got this,” when they have absolutely no idea what my test is even on. And most of all I’m tired of hearing this boy tell me, “I want to see you,” when it’s been more than a week since the last time he actually made an effort to do so.
(09/27/13 12:36am)
It all started when I was young ― when I was in the “why is the sky blue?” stage of my development. My baby brain quickly zeroed in on a scientific method which I questioned then, and have since come to believe has little to no societal benefits.
(09/11/13 3:21am)
As a Life columnist, I have a little more leeway with my language, my assumptions and my stories than I did as a News writer because all views are only mine. So take my opinions with a grain of salt — but only a grain, seeing as I’ve been at this University for more than three years now and am a social and involved person. In short, I know a lot of people, and a lot of what goes on.
(04/22/13 7:33pm)
With the last week of Cavalier Daily production underway, I want to avoid repeating any of this year’s themes or subjects — a task which in and of itself has proved arduous. To that end, I’ll share a personal frustration I’ve been dealing with lately — obscure and abstract as it may seem.
(04/08/13 11:17pm)
On the fourth floor of Alderman Library, seated at a very old table on a chair with less-than-functional wheels, I peer out of a foot-wide window looking down onto Nameless Field, and I watch the sun finally fall into a slumber after a beautiful weekend-long performance. The window provides a small view into the outside world for those sitting at this particular desk, missing out on the afternoon weather.
(03/25/13 10:21pm)
One of the hardest parts of the transition to college from high school is our newfound responsibility to make decisions for ourselves. Granted, we had to make decisions in high school and in our adolescence, but the range of decisions was much more narrow — our lives were generally confined to a small realm within which it was hard to veer too far from the beaten path.
(03/04/13 3:25am)
Without any way to circumvent the point, I’ll go ahead and write bluntly. An old friend died this weekend. With this death in my rearview, I can’t seem to sort through my murky, clouded thoughts to bring myself to write about anything but him. We hadn’t talked in more than a year, but Steven held a significant presence in my past as my first high school boyfriend — someone I spent endless teenage nights with. My neighbor, a community member, an athlete, a student, a friend. More importantly, he was a really special and influential person to a lot of people who remain very close to me.
(02/20/13 5:50am)
Changing a streak of two decades of uncontested races, former Charlottesville Commonwealth’s Attorney Steve Deaton announced this weekend he will be running to reclaim his old position against incumbent Dave Chapman, who has held on to the job for 20 years in uncontested elections since defeating Deaton in a 1993 Democratic primary.
(02/19/13 6:08am)
When it comes to being the youngest of four siblings, there are just some ways your development is going to be affected, albeit subconsciously, and you’d never know it. I’m a firm believer in intrafamilial relative age as a largely influential factor on your early childhood development, which in turn continues to affect the way your personality blossoms later in life.
(02/05/13 5:42am)
During syllabus week of a psychology class first year, the professor said something that has since implanted itself in my regular thoughts. She was explaining why science must exist, and why, for obvious reasons, we can’t rely on folk wisdom to guide our lives. Truisms and proverbial phrases we learn growing up are often contradictory and should be taken with a grain of salt, she said.
(01/22/13 2:49am)
The remnants of the person I became studying abroad are permeating my life back in Charlottesville, and I’ve never been so excited. As I write this article, it’s been five days since I came back to town.
(12/04/12 4:16am)
Before I came to Europe for the semester, I used to think it was silly when people said they couldn’t study abroad because it was too expensive. In my head, I compared it to living off Grounds at U.Va. After all, tuition and housing are all roughly the same in Charlottesville and abroad. I thought living expenses would be too. The money lost in the dollar-euro conversion of a weekly grocery trip, an occasional movie, a new sweater, a pair of boots and some alcohol couldn’t be enough of a difference to make you not want to live, study and party in another country. Besides the price of your flight to Europe and back, you could expect about the same budget.
(11/20/12 5:38am)
I’ve resisted the nagging urge to write a column about this particular topic because of a previously perceived lack of substance, but sometimes my internal filter through which I pass all ideas gets polluted by particular aggravating experiences.