Life
Hometown heroes
By Athena Lee | October 27, 2016A few weeks ago I got a call from an old friend of mine from home.
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A few weeks ago I got a call from an old friend of mine from home.
While fall and spring seasons are beautiful times of natural transition, they are also seasons endowed with meaning and significance for many people.
Réussir. This is one of my favorite words in French. Though it has several translations, it usually means “to succeed at doing something.” But what exactly is success?
I slump into O’Hill, mentally drained from a two-hour lab, and I spy the neat pile of tomatoes on the counter.
For me, it was another afternoon. For the people gathered around the small chapel, it was an afternoon that marked a milestone in the lives of an enthusiastic couple.
In a far off land, about one hour and 20 minutes away, in a mysterious town – Broadway, Va. – there sits the most magical kingdom in all of Virginia — the puppy farm.
How to “fill in the blank” on the “117 Things to Do Before You Graduate” list.
I lived in the same city my entire life before coming to college. I traveled every now and then, but for the most part, Charleston was my world as a child.
The self-consciousness — or concern at the very least — to create memories can put pressure on us to act at all times in ways which would merit recounting.
I knew it would be a rough night when I decided to get down to business and start my midterm essay — which I had told myself I would do all week — the night before it was due.
Sitting down for coffee with a friend this past Sunday afternoon, our topic of conversation briefly turned to class registration for next semester.
I love making jokes. Humor is an invaluable tool in life, helping to melt away suspicions, forge new friendships and inject otherwise arid conversations with brilliant flashes of energy.
Distance, homesickness and unfamiliarity are some of the words that can exist in the vocabulary of U.Va. students, especially during first year.
There are few things that seem more unproductive than one-hour class gaps, but if you’re like any other student here, you’ve probably had to endure quite a few of them.
“Hurry up- it’s 7:00!” I told my mom and brother, rushing to join the crowd of people surrounding the stage.
Charlottesville is known for many things, but unlimited access to Asian food is not one of them.
The Downtown Mall is so accessible to U.Va. students that we decided to go places we’d never been before. That meant no Citizen Burger Bar, no The Nook and no Chaps.
We found ourselves high and dry on a mud bank in Charleston harbor. Anyone boating around an unfamiliar area will realize the importance of knowing depth.
It’s a question we all get. You’re sure to hear it, whether you hail from Hong Kong, were brought up in Brooklyn or are so thoroughly Charlottesvillian you remember Venable Elementary School on 14th St.
Before I left for college, I received my fill of well-meaning adages. People told me to work hard, play hard; stay up on schoolwork; prepare for the underwhelming dining hall food.
