Lessons from the grunge generation
By Maeve Quinn | February 18, 2019My little brother and I have disagreed on a number of topics, but chief among them was the artistic merit of the band Nirvana.
My little brother and I have disagreed on a number of topics, but chief among them was the artistic merit of the band Nirvana.
I showed up at the inauguration to support my friend Jim. I was there, he was there, we were both wearing sneakers. The kids call that “hanging out.”
We all aspire to create a life for ourselves that makes others jealous or a life that we can rub in the face of our haters and competitors.
The thing about the fridge is it’s all right there.
I’ve written off schools, people, majors, clubs and organizations all because I’ve had a bit of information that I decided was enough to keep me away.
While you have this sociobiological need to be alone — i.e., to rest and recharge — you also have this desperate desire to not be alone.
I’m tired of being encouraged to be the best person.
Only those with exceptional decision-making skills would try one.
To be specific, I peaked during our homecoming football game. But it wasn’t even a big deal — I don’t even reminisce about Oct. 4, 2014 approximately 2:45 p.m. too often.
Though the students who host her may be strangers to one another and never cross paths, she connects us all in a way by giving us a each a special story in common — “The Night Mango Chose Me.”
Venmo is a hub for novel, unadulterated glimpses into our friends’ social lives.
I started my second major at the beginning of my fourth year which, in retrospect, seems like a silly idea.
The dream of every undergrad is to be paid to take classes.
I shifted back in my seat and popped in my headphones, in the hopes of a little shuteye on the ten-hour train back to Charlottesville.
As dorky as it may sound, listen to what other people are passionate about
However, with this particular course and guest lecturer, it’s not medieval English texts or literary analysis that I’m learning about — instead, I’m learning more about myself.
We are so close to the finish line at this point, and it’s more important than ever that we stay safe and avoid spreading the infection during this period of distribution.
The 21st century is officially 19 years old, and I’m still the same imperfect individual I’ve always been.
No amount of Netflix bingeing could prepare me for my first authentic crime scene.