To study abroad or not to study abroad: An internal debate
By Ellie Hanson | September 30, 2018“Ellie, what the heck do you want?”
“Ellie, what the heck do you want?”
Most of the time, no one knows where the “art” part of the University exists.
After living in the Commonwealth for over two years, I can now call Virginia home
On May 24, 2018, I said yes to marrying my best friend and the man of my dreams.
If there is one lesson to take away from this, it’s that National Treasure 2 can be rough.
To write these classes off as requirements and not opportunities to learn more is doing both a disservice to the professors and yourself.
I first knew something was wrong when I received a text from my childhood babysitter on Sep. 9, reading, “You’re like, 200 miles from the coast, right?”
I’ve never been known to have anything close to a green thumb.
If someone asked me to choose one thing to take with me in case of a fire, I would say my box of multi-colored Sharpies.
I’m interested in the privilege to be in a devastating historical site and not know it’s a historical site of action that continues to define America.
When I heard the little boy shouting behind me, I was in the midst of dozing off and realized I had forgotten my headphones on my desk.
This past June marked the 50th Anniversary of the assassination of Robert F. Kennedy — a former U.S. Attorney General, Senator and U.Va. Law School alum.
This field trip was part of my summer internship at a public health research center in India, and it left a deeper impression on me than any other field trip ever has.
Adjusting to the University isn’t as easy as jumping on the Hogwarts Express
I deactivated my Instagram account and have not looked back since.
The job sounds boring, but it isn’t. How can I explain the allure of a summer spent digging through this interminable stack of old papers?
When I visit a new city, I piece together scraps of my observations and create a mirage of a life I want to live.
If I listened to the Jordan Belfort for long enough, I’m sure memories of my first-year would trickle in.
It seems the only risks you can really prepare for are the ones you take voluntarily.
College might not change who you are, but it does give you a change to decide who you are going to be.