We are less than a month away from the official November 3 Election Day, and it is nearly impossible to avoid that fact wherever you go.
I can demonstrate that even though my name sounds as foreign as another Latina girl, I receive better treatment just because my skin is lighter, which is not OK at all.
Over time, I have developed a fond appreciation for my friendships and the sense of community that has only grown during my time at the University, and I doubt that will change.
After falling into a rabbit hole of YouTube videos about One Direction, I quickly developed a deep admiration for the band and the industry it belonged to.
Having sports has not only kept me entertained during this time but has also kept me focused on living life to its fullest extent, even if that extent may be limited.
I love to write. There is just something about the act of physically stringing together letters that become words, sentences, stories — I find it fascinating.
Second year meant actually feeling like a nursing student — from receiving our engraved stethoscopes to wearing scrubs while going to clinical labs.
Running can function as an escape from the realities of the pandemic, but it’s important to remember that some realities, such as wearing a mask, are still difficult to avoid.
Life as of late has been completely crazy, but it's the little moments that I must choose to make the most of, as I try with all of my might to always find the bright side of things.
It’s atypical to have everything figured out by the end of first year anyway, and this is the first time that we’re trying to figure anything out during a pandemic.
After weeks upon weeks of social distancing, staying indoors and taking necessary safety precautions, I think every person alive has come to the same, nagging question — what am I supposed to do now?
With social distancing, we aren’t able to hug those people, and that is a difficult reality. If I — as a hug hater — think that, I can’t imagine how people who are huggers are feeling.
Personally, the first day of classes was quite the fizzle compared to the loud, exciting bang that it was supposed to be.
Snacks are superior, and I stand by that.
While at home, I felt a certain amount of unhappiness and discontent from the absence of the social experience that I’d normally expect at the start of a semester.
Along with many other important lessons highlighted during COVID-19, the forward-thinking minds of my peers prove that U.Va. Twitter is a powerhouse and truly a force to be reckoned with.
Over the past few weeks, a question has continued to resurface in my head — If the year 2020 was a tangible form that I could see and talk to, what would I say to it?
Although I’m a bit anxious for the new semester, I’m glad to rewind the summer memories and analyze the little lessons that I’ve learned and grappled with along the way. I’d like to think that my summer was divided into two parts.
I have a lot of hope that this semester is just another flat tire we have to find a way to fix.
I want to remember enjoying this strange semester rather than suffering through it. So let’s make smart, responsible and safe decisions, while doing our best to make this semester worthwhile.
