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(04/25/13 6:54pm)
At The Cavalier Daily there are four all-staff parties every year. Three of them are called final roll. During my first semester on staff, all the way back in fall 2010, this nomenclature really perplexed me. For one, I didn’t understand final roll was referring to the days when the paper was actually printed out at the end of the night and rolled up to be delivered to the printer. I also didn’t understand how you could have three endings during the same year. Why were we celebrating finality when we would have another final roll merely months later?
(04/22/13 8:07pm)
I love social media. But I also hate social media — and I don’t think I’m the only one who feels this way.
(04/08/13 10:51pm)
My college career is going to come down to 100 words. Or so it seems.
(03/25/13 11:35pm)
Last summer, I spent a lot of time walking. At the close of each business day, I would set off on my journey home, bypass the smelly, tourist-ridden Times Square subway stop and head straight down Broadway. Every day, I would walk the 28 blocks back to my Union Square apartment. Eventually, I knew that 28-block stretch like the back of my hand.
(03/05/13 12:59am)
When my sister Jennifer was born nearly 20 years ago, I didn’t quite understand the concept of having a sister. While my mom was still in the hospital and my grandma was taking care of me, I asked my grandma, “Who is Jennifer’s mommy going to be?” and then, “Where is she going to live?” After taking out my initial jealousy on our white couch with my magic markers, I learned having a sister essentially meant having a built-in partner-in-crime, having a playmate on family vacations and rainy afternoons, having a seatmate on roller coasters and — most importantly — having a best friend.
(02/19/13 12:40am)
If you’re like me, you’ve spent much of your college career clocking hours in class or in the library, learning about everything from media theory to the formula for compounding interest. This kind of learning is what brought us all to Charlottesville in the first place, and it’s this kind of learning that will keep this institution running long after we’ve all worn the honor of honors.
(02/05/13 5:40am)
This past Saturday was my last Boys’ Bid Night. On one hand, it was sad to reminded of how fleeting my opportunities to wear neon workout clothes and run all over Rugby Road while buzzed off cheap liquor are. On the other hand, my alcohol choices have changed and grown up as much as I have in college, and I think I might be ready to move on.
(01/22/13 2:45am)
Charlottesville is known for a lot of things: U.Va., of course; all things Thomas Jefferson; Bodo’s — once I met someone in New York City who named their dog after Bodo’s because it’s that good — and a lot of preppy clothing. But Charlottesville is definitely not known for having good drivers.
(12/04/12 4:16am)
Three weeks ago I turned 22, and in the three weeks before and after my birthday I saw my high school friends more than in the past three years combined. It seems somewhat paradoxical. With each passing day, month and year, we’ve moved farther away from the times we thought AP World History was the hardest class in the history of the world and heard AC/DC’s “Thunderstruck” under the Friday night lights as the football team ran onto the field.
(11/20/12 4:57am)
Now that Starbucks is using its holiday cups, Barracks Road Shopping Center has hung its wreaths, and the back of Target looks like a Christmas tree forest, I think it is appropriate for me to write a column about why the holidays rock when you’re in college — a whole 35 days before Christmas.
(11/06/12 6:13am)
Much like my current favorite fictional heroine Lady Mary Crawley of “Downton Abbey” fame, I am very lucky. Not because I have servants in my basement, a loyal husband who can miraculously walk after a Great War injury or seven-course dinner parties every weekend. I am lucky because, like Lady Mary, I have had the privilege of growing up in a matriarchy led by a strong grandmother who was always around when I was a child and who will stop at nothing for her family. In many ways I am luckier than Lady Mary because, unlike her grandmother, the Countess of Grantham, my grandma, Betty Jean, my very own Countess of Durham, can actually cook and waited in countless Hallmark lines in the mid-90s so I could amass a Beanie Baby collection second to none. The Countess of Grantham would have just sent her maid.
(10/23/12 4:19am)
I will be the first to say it — I am addicted to my phone. When I leave it in another room, I always make sure the audio is up loud so I know if someone wants to talk. In those small seminar classes where the teacher can see your every move, I sometimes reach into my bag to “get chapstick” just to see if I have any new texts. And back when I took Introduction to Media Studies and had to live without my phone for a whole 24 hours, I had some of the worst separation anxiety of my life.
(09/25/12 4:00am)
I knew it was going to happen. I spent the summer in New York City hanging out with Commerce School students who were working at banks. I knew they were all bound to get jobs before they left the island. I got emails from CAVLink and University Career Services all summer reminding me to update my résumé and get ready for the job hunt. I knew it was inevitable people around me would start getting jobs. But the day my best friend, roommate and best pregame playlist-maker I know told our apartment she formally accepted her job offer from the company she worked for this summer, I was over-the-moon excited for her and, at the same time, jealous, stressed and anxious.
(09/11/12 1:41am)
Dear Class of 2016,
(08/28/12 6:30am)
This summer I spent 10 weeks interning in New York City at a magazine. While I was living in the city that never sleeps, I was almost never homesick for my actual home in Fairfax — sorry Mom — yet often I found myself ill with what I self-diagnosed as “Charlottesville-sick.” I longed for the crossroads of Wertland and 14th Street surrounded by familiar faces and places. It’s cliché but true: Sometimes you don’t really know what you have until it’s gone.
Although I always claimed to understand how great this college town is, I never really understood until I went to a place where most people associate 14th Street with the Union Square subway station. While I was away, I learned not only about New York, the magazine industry, and myself; I also learned a lot about Charlottesville. So without further ado, I give you the top 10 things I learned about Charlottesville while living in New York City:
(04/17/12 2:55pm)
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(04/03/12 3:49pm)
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(03/20/12 3:22pm)
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(02/29/12 4:15am)
One of my all-time favorite billboards reads: “Honk if you love Jesus. Text and drive if you want to meet him.” As a law-abiding citizen who likes to follow the rules, texting and driving isn’t one of my vices. On the average day in Charlottesville, I rarely drive, and when I do it’s usually to the grocery store to buy one thing – Half Baked Ben and Jerry’s ice cream – which I simply can’t live without.
(02/15/12 1:25am)
When I realized my column would be running on Valentine’s Day, I knew I had to step up my game. After all, Harris Teeter has been selling pink and red heart-shaped baked goods since Jan. 2, and I knew I’d have to compete with that kind of dedication to this Hallmark-heavy holiday. So when the only potential topics I could come up with were entitled, “An ode to the emotionally unavailable nice guy” and “Why I miss elementary school Valentine’s Day parties,” I knew I needed back up.