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(03/24/17 5:17am)
My sister’s most recent obsession has been documentaries of any kind, from a conspiracy theory surrounding mankind’s first mission to the moon to the treatment of animals behind the scenes at SeaWorld. What was rather amusing was how quickly she assimilated the information from the documentaries into her opinions. For example, after watching “Cowspiracy: The Sustainability Secret” and being exposed to the horrors that took place at a dairy farm, she announced that she was never going to drink milk again and was committing to veganism for the rest of her life.
(03/02/17 6:18am)
Economics Prof. Lee Coppock’s Macroeconomics lecture is always jam-packed. If you don’t get there a good 10 minutes before lecture started, you won’t get a decent seat. Even coming to class on the dot forces you to squeeze into the nosebleeds and squint to make out Coppock as a small figure a good 100 feet away.
(02/17/17 6:46am)
There are multiple times where I have caught myself staring at the screen of my phone whilst in the middle of a heated argument with my mother or my boyfriend, thinking, “Why don’t you see what I’m feeling or what I’m asking for?” I would try (to no avail) to communicate this telepathically. When that (obviously) didn’t work, I would proceed to drop large hints all over the place. There was no way I could say upfront what was wrong or what I wanted fixed. I was too afraid of causing a larger conflict and too afraid that what I may ask for was unreasonable.
(02/09/17 5:25am)
Over winter break, I got an email about an RA position that had opened up in new dorms. Being an RA had been one of the things I’d wanted to do ever since I got to Grounds my first year. So of course I applied — but then ended up on the waitlist. After a semester on the waitlist, I had lost hope of ever becoming an RA. Then, out of the blue, an email was sitting in my inbox one fine morning, about two days before I was due to come back to Charlottesville for the start of the spring semester.
(11/11/16 2:26am)
As I pushed aside the shower curtain and stepped under the running shower head, I suddenly became hyper-aware of how slimy the floor felt under my feet. A shiver of disgust ran through my body and I tried my hardest to shut the slippery sensation out. I wasn’t wearing my glasses of course, so everything was a blur to me. However, I was still able to see the faint marks of mildew around the edges of the shower, the discoloration along the hem of the curtain and the accumulation of muck in the various nooks and crannies in the walls. I was appalled at what a filthy state the bathroom had fallen into.
(10/28/16 7:14am)
Having just turned 40, my aunt is now at a mid-point in her life. By this age, it is not uncommon for people to have started a family, yet my aunt remains unmarried and living in her trendy apartment in the West Loop of Chicago. As she has explained to my family, she never found the right person and would rather remain single rather than resign herself to an unhappy marriage.
(10/14/16 6:34am)
Distance, homesickness and unfamiliarity are some of the words that can exist in the vocabulary of U.Va. students, especially during first year. For an international student like myself, these words are even more relevant.
(09/30/16 1:23am)
The deafening silence of Alderman Library was only interrupted by the ruffle of pages or the singular cough people let out here and there. I glanced down at my chemistry textbook and then back to the people in the room with me. One person was pushing up his glasses, another was chewing on the straw of her drink — lost in concentration. All around me there was movement of some sort, all in silence.
(09/02/16 2:26am)
I began my second year at U.Va. rather unceremoniously by hauling my suitcases up the four flights of stairs in Lambeth. Leaving home for school after summer break was like emerging from a dream and plunging into a cold shower — a part of me was already homesick and wished I could be coddled by my parents for just a day more. Moreover, the newly conferred title of ‘second-year’ meant a lot of big changes were coming my way. I was now no longer an underclassman and was free of the tether first year had on me. Whether it be in terms of housing, my meal plan or scheduled events, everything was more or less left up to me, so to speak.
(04/22/16 3:16am)
I went to three different schools for elementary, middle and high school, and each required that I adapt to a slightly different learning system. I went to elementary school in the United States, but attended middle and high school in India and Singapore. The most difficult transition for me was the jump from high school in India to the curriculum here at the University.
(04/08/16 1:29am)
While the feeling of being alone in a crowd seems cliché, there are times when it is very much a reality. When people our age refer to being lonely, it is a type of lonely entirely different from the physical loneliness our grandparents experience. They face a physical sense of loneliness, in which they have seen their children grow, leave home and start families of their own. Suddenly, they are met with only occasional visits from the very people whom they have nurtured since birth. But we, as college students, practically live with our friends. Can we ever say that we are lonely and actually mean it?
(03/25/16 2:09am)
My family lives approximately 9,746 miles away from me, yet my parents have this magical way of making me feel loved, content and safe over the oceans and continents that stand between us. It may seem effortless to their kids, but that honed skill of knowing exactly what to say to make the blues go away is something parents take years to master and, at the same time, are still learning.
(03/10/16 3:36am)
To me, it was like any other trolley ride back to Grounds from downtown until the old lady wearing a long floral skirt and a straw sun hat got on with her various grocery bags from the food drive. She floated her way on board and sat down next to a young man about my age with whom she struck up a conversation. I was sitting right across from the pair and happened to catch snippets of their exchange.