I'll begin by admitting that I started the writing process for the column you are reading right now with immeasurably high expectations for myself.
My parents might live 7000 miles away from Charlottesville, but regardless, I'm confident that I will always stay in close touch with them, no matter where I go on the globe.
I’m so proud of myself for the ways I’ve grown because of this lifestyle change — I don’t want to stop!
If you had asked me six months ago if I’d ever consider taking time off from U.Va., my reaction would have been a stiff “No! Why would I do that? I’m doing just fine.”
Sally's visit to Charlottesville made me realize how much she has changed over the course of two years — she's still my little sister, but she's not my "baby" sister anymore.
As a longtime loather of all reality shows, I have become obsessed with "Love Island."
I will testify that fourth year is not very chill at all. Let me be the first to tell you — it’s not all wineries and McKinsey interviews.
Because of my long-term commitment to learning English and applying it to my academics, I had nearly forgotten about a part of what makes me who I am.
Even though "The Bachelor" might not have as much substance as a documentary, you can still pick up some helpful tips about life just from watching the show.
I may be considered a beat behind because I don't have anything completely planned for my future yet, but it is perfectly fine to take a minute to figure it all out.
I had never pumped my own gas before.
All semester long, I wrote columns for The Cavalier Daily on being sick. Even when I tried branching out, I felt compelled to stick in at least one sentence from Sick Girl.
My fear of the unknown and my fear of unfamiliar situations combined to produce less-than-stellar results.
I’m 2,500 miles away from my family, yet I feel so at home.
I actually consider myself to be a book hoarder — I’ve never given away a book I’ve received, and my 20-year-strong collection is scattered throughout the places I’ve lived in the past.
Instead of trying to do and be better, I’ve decided to do less.
I start bullet journals without ever finishing them.
Economic depletion stifles the mobility of families caught in the cycle of Appalachian poverty. Confederate flags hang from the front porches of houses and private businesses that we drive past.
When it comes to my relationship, I am a bit territorial.
We tend to place more value in our natural talents because we dislike failing, but it’s rare to succeed when trying something new for the first time.
