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Reading the email from the Fourth Year Trustees in my apartment about picking up my cap and gown last week felt surreal. I’ve looked forward to graduating the past four years, so how did it sneak up on me? All of a sudden I’m receiving emails from different organizations about picking up graduation cords and from various photographers who are opening their books for graduation photo sessions.
I always knew I’d feel the fourth-year blues when the time arrived — the feelings of sadness and melancholy because my time at the University is coming to an end. It seems a bit cliché, but after essentially losing a year of a normal college experience to COVID-19, I want to take advantage of all the time I have left in college with the people who have made the past three years so special and memorable, and moving forward, I also want to take advantage of the lessons I’ve learned here.
I’ve always found comfort in a routine. It provides structure and a sense of stability for me. This summer I’m working at the CVS on the Corner, and I’ve had to adjust to a 9-to-5 schedule — or in my casem sometimes a 7 to 4 or 3 to 11.
The end of the semester is rapidly approaching, and my plans for the summer are at the forefront of my mind. The April 1 deadline for various internships and study abroad programs has long passed. Once the decisions for those applications come in, I will have to decide what I will do over the summer.
After completing four midterms the week before spring break, I was excited for the opportunity to rest. I kept telling myself that I just had to get through this week, and I would be fine once it was over.
Guest speakers are widely incorporated into college classes. They use their specialized knowledge in a particular field of study to supplement the course material and the professor’s lectures, and they often incorporate their personal experiences into the lectures to provide a unique perspective for students. I’ve had several guest lectures this semester, but one in particular resonated with me.
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Five months ago, I lost the most important person in my life. My mother had been battling brain cancer for the past year, and her passing devastated me, filling me with so much pain.
I got my first tattoo six months ago — an abstract outline of a face with leaves growing from the head on my inner right bicep. I always knew that I wanted a tattoo, and I had planned on getting this one for over a year. I figured I would stop there, but after this first one I simply wanted more. Not only was the pain brief and tolerable, but I loved the idea of adorning my body with art.
We all fail — it’s inevitable. However, it took me a long time to come to terms with this truth, particularly in the academic setting. I just couldn’t fathom the idea of possibly failing to reach the high academic standards I’ve always seemed to meet.
I signed up for the ticket lottery for the Feb. 13 Virginia vs. North Carolina basketball game without much thought. I first heard about the limited tickets available to students from my roommate, who urged me to register for the lotteries through emails from Virginia Athletics. I’m not a big sports fan, but if I did happen to win tickets, at least my roommate could go.
I woke up at 5:30 a.m. on Jan. 31 to a world of white. My roommates and I wanted to get to the Rotunda to see a clear blanket of snow on the Lawn before there were many people outside.
I took a Media Studies course entitled Race, Protest and the Media with Asst. Prof. Shilpa Davé and Prof. Camilla Fojas during January Term this year. It framed contemporary movements through the lens of historical movements and incorporated the study of how media can be strategically used to gain visibility, amplify a message or challenge a social norm. This course allowed me to reflect on how social issues affect the intersectionality of my personal values and experiences with the important aspects of social movements, such as community.
This semester was more successful than I had anticipated. I figured we would be sent home two weeks after moving in like students at James Madison University who were temporarily sent home due to a large increase in COVID-19 cases on campus. But we weren’t.
I know I’m not the only one who has lost sleep over the 2020 election. The past few weeks have been stressful, and I think it’s safe to say that this election has made many people feel vulnerable.
I managed to start a fire in the kitchen in the first two weeks of living in an apartment. My roommates and I elected to use our oven to make toast instead of purchasing a toaster.
Two hands meet in a lattice structure of blues, yellows and reds depicting a very human form of connectivity in the center of London. This mural of two holding hands embodies the different forms of connecting with others — introductions, new friendships and human contact. Here, connectivity refers to the ability to communicate, relate and bond with others. During a semester in London through the U.Va. London First Program, I was able to reflect on what community means to me and how connectivity relates to my understanding of community.