Of all the mistakes you can make coming into your first week, these are by far the most enjoyable and memorable.
My first few days of college were a whirlwind. Only hours after leaving the warm embraces of my closest friends from home, I found myself in the midst of thousands of strangers.
Over spring break, I drove up from South Carolina to spend a few days in the Outer Banks with my buddy, Charlie.
As I glance around my room, looking at my various pictures and other college memorabilia, I cannot believe my first year is almost over.
Put simply, I am not a fan of vegetables. They have never been the part of the meal that I look forward to most, and it was only until very recently that I started tolerating salads.
I don’t think anything could have prepared me for the end of my fourth year. In theory, I knew I would be sad to leave this place.
Trying College Inn cheesy bread for the first time.
Change is intimidating, and I don’t know if I am excited for my second year.
Signing up is harmless. It’s probably most exciting when you get the confirmation email that you’ve just committed to run 26.2 miles.
The desire to be a part of something special and important is something recognizable in most of the students here at the University, myself included.
I feel compelled to spill out everything I’ve ever wanted to say in this column, seeing as it’s my very last one.
1. Get the last ticket at Bodo’s: Getting the first ticket at this carbohydrate-obsessed institution is a feat in and of itself.
I went to three different schools for elementary, middle and high school and each required that I adapt to a slightly different learning system.
What am I doing here? No really, I mean it. What am I doing here, in this chair, in the McGregor Room, in Alderman Library, at the University of Virginia, on this Tuesday evening in Charlottesville?
I scoffed at advice from wiser friends who instructed me to rest, take it easy, or at the very least to spend more time stretching.
The Americans won 3-0, and my friends and I had a wonderful — if brief — visit to our nation’s birthplace, complete with Philly cheesesteaks in front of Independence Hall.
As a kid I loved playing the Game of Life. I could get a cool job, earn a lot of money, live in a nice house, get married and have kids all with the spin of wheel.
On any given day, you can find me in my bedroom, living room, Nau hall, Newcomb, the AFC, Alderman, the Corner’s restaurants and Clem.
This semester, as a part of a project for one of my classes, I have been reading and transcribing letters my Grandparents wrote to each other during World War II.
