I want my friends to know that I will be there for them at U.Va. and beyond.
It’s not about meeting girls. It’s about meeting The Girl.
While I’ve loved almost every minute of my time spend on Grounds, sometimes a little distance can be healthy.
Hopefully this list of rankings will introduce you to old favorites or new twists and make your Sundays a little bit less lazy.
Sadly, it seems that snow days are a thing of the past, a thing of my childhood.
When they say “hot” yoga, they really mean “hot.” The studio was jacked up to a balmy 105 degrees and in our naiveté, our crew showed up in full length leggings.
I’ve discovered the benefits of procrastination and the alleviating truth that I’d rather be a happy slacker than miserable and punctual.
Over winter break a friend convinced me, after some arm-twisting, to visit a psychic in Manhattan.
If we are to keep it up, we need people around us that can urge us onward.
On the sacred hall of 4L, room 431 is hailed for being the cleanest.
Grocery stores are where the magic happens.
This past weekend was this first time I had driven myself home from U.Va.
Imagine my irritation when my earphones broke, and noise of reality replaced the music.
The dentist took a swift look at my x-rays and, a little too jovially, said, “Six cavities!"
This kind of self-promotion is a necessary evil.
“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.”
Over time, I’ve realized I can quickly resolve misunderstandings if I just plainly say what is bothering me.
Life as a student tends to occur in a tiny domain, the boundaries of which are often impermeable.
I realized that I had not learned enough about black history before college, so I was very happy to discover that three of my courses this semester would be addressing black history.
I have noticed an overlooked quirk in society and a person that wants to address something: unsportsmanlike conduct.
