The line between being negative and being realistic
I discovered the dark side of University wildlife last Friday while driving with my friend Ian.
I’m conflicted about it because what am I even looking for in this fourth year, man?
The Myers-Briggs personality test — now that is serious mind-reading.
In my transition from adolescence to quasi-adulthood, I feel that I’ve existed in a state of perpetual pageantry.
At the University, we do not suffer from a shortage of professors who want to turn their scholars into activists — there are so many classes to take that will challenge and expand the way you think about whatever it is you study.
I decided to take part in the annual summer migration of young adults into local ice cream shops all over America.
I won’t say I’m “okay,” but I am at peace and I have much to be thankful for.
Enter my “Introduction to Clinical Psychology” class and the miraculous invention of the Rorschach test.
While it’s easier to be inwardly focused, it’s much more intriguing to reach out to others.
Everyone is taught from a young age that it is best to be nice.
I’m done being seduced by small-plates, and I’m ready to demand the full-sized meal that I deserve
I’ve been drawn to “Grand Designs” now, I think, because it’s totally apolitical
“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?”
