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.
We are the Pablo Picasso of losing, constantly reinventing the form.
My house is far enough away from the large fires that I won’t be directly affected, but what it means for the rest of the state is devastating.
My driver that night had a 4.88 out of 5 rating, but what I failed to realize until after I looked back at his profile was that he had only been driving for two weeks.
As dorky as it may sound, listen to what other people are passionate about
With food, music and warm conversation filling the crisp evening air, the event invited students of all backgrounds to take part in the celebration of Diwali
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.
