Not so subtly hidden within the word, though, is a smaller one — success. But no one ever asks about a succession plan for “failure.”
The phrase, “that should work” has become a common part of my vocabulary. But what are the implications of this tendency?
I’ve noticed my television addiction has started to take priority over other parts of my life, parts which are more valuable for my social, academic and physical wellness.
Over fall break, a group of friends and I road-tripped to southern Georgia, exploring nearby coastlines and crashing at my aunt and uncle’s house each night.
Last week, I spent a thrilling Saturday night making a LinkedIn profile under the guidance of a friend of mine who maintained an “Expert Level” profile since High School.
I decided to enroll in a swimming class this semester because it seemed like the optimal alternative to more torturous forms of cardiovascular exercise — particularly running.
When Snowmageddon hit a few weeks ago, I’m pretty sure I was the happiest Wahoo at this school — not because I was particularly excited at the thought of playing in the snow, but because I had a valid excuse to shut myself up in my apartment all weekend.
This semester, nearly all of my professors set the same ground rule during their first lecture – notes were to be taken via pencil and paper, no laptops allowed.
I don’t know anyone who starts studying right at nine and stops immediately at five, but apparently that’s the grownup thing to do, right up there with New Year’s resolutions and wine bars.
What was the last book you read for fun? What about nine-year-old you?
This winter break, my drive home was slightly longer than usual. Instead of driving up the familiar rectangular driveway, I arrived to a public parking garage.
1. Envy: When I was younger, I used to watch a Nickelodeon show called “As Told by Ginger.” Though I’m sure this TV show was not the origin of the phrase, the opening theme featured the lyric “the grass is always greener on the other side” which applies perfectly here.
I’ve yet to find a truly good reason not to study abroad. At least not one as scathing as “don’t study abroad if you’re a closed-minded person”, which seems a bit harsh for my taste.
Occasionally I like to depart from the hallowed halls of the Alderman Maps room to study somewhere more exposed and in tune with the real world which does in fact exist outside the borders of U.Va.
The University is a big place, and with opportunities to make friends at different times and from different organizations, it isn’t rare to develop multiple social circles.
Winter break has finally come to a close, which means back to class, back to not ever finishing those reading assignments and back to setting 10 alarms for your 11 a.m.
The day after Christmas, I found myself sitting across from a screaming toddler on a 14-hour flight to New Zealand.
These snow day tips may just help you survive the weekend's storm.
Every time I nonchalantly refer to U.Va. as “home,” my mom immediately whips her head around and exclaims, “That’s not home!
