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(02/16/17 7:17am)
I live a pretty loud life literally and metaphorically. Not only do I have a voice that can reach and carry unprecedented levels, but also I generally just enjoy busyness. I pile on extracurricular activities not only because I truly love being involved with what I do, but also because I get a thrill from being “on the go.” In another way, I love meeting and making friends with new people. Hardly ever will I be able to sit next to a random person in lecture and not start a conversation with them before the end of class. I like loudness.
(02/03/17 5:23am)
There are two things about me I prefer not to share when meeting new people. First, I am hypercompetitive — not only will I be dramatically depressed if I don’t get a good grade in a class, but I also feel the need to be the best at everything in any given situation — trust me, this never ends up being the case. While I’m pretty good at keeping this on the down-low, anyone close to me can tell you I have trouble with “losing.” I take it all seriously — whether it’s a game of Catan, a race to the top of the stairs or a competition of who can spend less at the mall while still getting a good bunch of clothes. Another thing I am not proud of is how, possibly as a result of my competitive nature, I can be entirely selfish.
(01/20/17 2:34am)
I’ve always been a big fan of New Year's resolutions. I thought that they were a great, fresh start to every New Year, and that it was always good to go into a new chapter with goals and plans for the future. Two years ago, I resolved to walk with my mother every night until college. A year ago, I planned on reading and finishing a “for fun” book every month. As good as my intentions were, neither of those resolutions made it past summer.
(11/10/16 3:39am)
The other day I was walking to class when I passed by an old friend from my first-year dorm. I went to wave and say hello, but his eyes quickly darted down before I was able to initiate anything. Granted, we hardly ever talk, but I started to wonder why he would feel uncomfortable even saying hello, especially because we would always acknowledge each other last year.
(10/28/16 2:07am)
A few weeks ago I got a call from an old friend of mine from home. Pearl was the first friend I made when I moved to Blacksburg the summer after third grade, and we have remained close ever since. Throughout the years, we signed up for the same classes, did each other’s makeup for the first time, baked endless amounts of brownies, had countless sleepovers in each other’s basements, hiked most of the trails in Blacksburg, watched every Nicholas Sparks movie, drove around aimlessly all night and finally, graduated high school together.
(10/14/16 6:30am)
There are few things that seem more unproductive than one-hour class gaps, but if you’re like any other student here, you’ve probably had to endure quite a few of them. Too short to get substantial amount of work done and too long to not do anything, the one-hour void between classes can sometimes seem like an enormous waste of time. Due to my unfortunate course enrollment times, my schedules have always been full of these pesky breaks. However, many, many hour-long class gaps later, I think I have finally figured out some productive ways to spend this seemingly useless time.
(09/29/16 7:18am)
“Athena, come on, we’re at the front of the line,” my friends complained while I was scrambling to find the nearest exit. We were at Disney World in Orlando for a church retreat, and had all just waited for an hour to ride the famous Space Mountain — but I was trying to bail last minute. Something about a tiny car flying around in the sky at rapid speed did not sit right with me. As our turn for the ride was approaching, I stopped.