My journey was a strenuous one that required the skill of Vin Diesel and the level headedness of former President Barack Obama.
Next time you know a friend is about to go abroad, see it as a time for self-discovery and exploration of a community you think you know. You never know what’ll find.
While daily rain storms may be a drag, hopefully my advice will lead to dryer walks to class during spring showers.
There are numerous instances that exemplify how coronavirus has affected the increased level of xenophobia and outright racism in the U.S. against Asians, revealing the uglier undertones outlining coronavirus concerns.
To some extent, I think it is valid that I now feel challenged by a piece of culture that I used to feel comfortable with.
Though perhaps choosing to have a watch party on a weeknight is not the brightest of ideas, it has certainly made for some fun times — and isn’t that arguably just as important a part of college life as the academic side?
The spring semester is upon us, and I am sure that I am not alone in saying that choosing a major, a summer internship and a career has become a daily mental battleground for me.
“Little Women” has helped ease my fears of change and embrace it with the hope of growth.
It took me about two months to come to the abrupt realization that I — during what was supposed to be the most liberating time of my life — wasn’t exactly happy at the University.
Rejection. Disappointment. Failure. These things are the bane of the typical University student’s existence — they are our kryptonite.
Being an undecided major can be torturous on Grounds — or on any college campus, for that matter.
The picture and sound quality might be just as good with improved home streaming services, but there’s just something about the idea of getting to see a new movie at a theater that makes me feel nostalgic.
I may have become used to being described as mixed, but I still felt like I had to choose a singular identity — black or white.
I began to see that though there were many signs that I had chosen wrong, there were equally as many that showed I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
It’s the beginning of November. The leaves are changing, houses have their Halloween decorations up and pumpkin-spice-everything is taking over every coffee shop in Charlottesville.
I am reluctant to admit that I have spent the vast majority of my free time not thinking about life back in my hometown of Springfield, Va.
I'm glad that I've been able to show my family — especially my grandparents — things that other people wouldn't have the chance to see in their home country.
With resources, activities and uplifting discussions, Love Your Body Week promoted a healthy idea of self-love, teaching students how to not only survive, but thrive.
Even though I won’t completely regain the piano skills I’ve lost, I’ve discovered a new way to continue my love for playing the piano through movie scores.
The reason I am a Browns fan is in fact so irrational that, in a way, it makes perfect sense for a fanatic to have such a reason.
