Fall at the University is striking. On Tuesday mornings, I walk through the Lawn archway on the West side of the Rotunda heading toward the Music Library.
U.Va. Halloween is a measure of strength, endurance, creativity and wit. To help you get ready for what is to come, especially if you are a first year and have never done this before, here are some tips on how to prepare.
I didn’t want to call October “hump month,” but this is exactly what it feels like.
When I marked my calendar at the beginning of the semester, I placed a special star next to this coming weekend and wrote, “Fall Convocation... and FAMILY WEEKEND!!!!!” Yes — that’s five exclamation points.
Christian houses are a popular living option at U.Va., perhaps more so than on other college campuses.
I don’t know if a lot of people watch baseball anymore, but they should. Not because I love baseball, but because I think it’s part of cultural literacy.
It’s 1:25 a.m. and I am moderately overcome with self-loathing. I’m just starting this article — technically due a few hours ago —because, despite staring at a blank Microsoft document for two hours tonight, I couldn’t come up with a paper topic.
A month ago, I felt the now-familiar tightness, the now-routine clenching of my throat. Another wave of hushed conversations, another empty space in a familiar, yellow house.
The other day, my friends and I decided to make fun of different majors and the fools who pursue them.
Who would you get lunch with if you could get lunch with anyone, living or dead? I was recently asked this question, and my mind immediately went to Oprah.
From time to time, I come across days laden in abnormal circumstances. Today, for example, I knew from the moment I accidentally poured curdled milk into my fresh cup of coffee that something wasn’t right.
Despite the explicit warning my Abnormal Psychology professor gave at the beginning of the year, I found myself sitting in class the other day with the overwhelming feeling his presentation was a personal diagnosis.
Become a pro at making excuses.
I came home this summer with a new goal in mind: healthy living.
I know it sounds contradictory — how can someone who identifies as an introvert simultaneously be ... outgoing? The answer is actually pretty simple.
I hate quitting; I think I was taught to hate quitting the moment I came out of the womb. Adults have always told me, “Find a passion and stick with it; stay committed.
A few days ago, I walked into the bookstore of our illustrious University to see if they would buy back any of the books I spent so much money on last semester.
I spend more time than I care to admit perusing YouTube in search of valedictory and commencement addresses.
A day without any screen-time is far harder than it sounds.
There’s a very special place in my heart reserved for the farmers’ market – to the right of the spot for Christmas decorations and above the spot for eating Pringles five at a time.
