In the words of the American poet laureate of Blockbuster’s golden age, Nelly Furtado, “All Good Things (Come To An End).”
The key to this, we agreed, was making the conscious decision to seek out good people and put yourself out there and actively engage in the world around you.
This semester, I took up the great project of reading David Foster Wallace’s “Infinite Jest.”
It is an universally acknowledged truth that a single girl in a sorority will want a date to her formal.
As much as I take pride in being “different” and “unique” (like every other millennial), this story starts off as basic as it gets, so please bear with me.
I just recently went to a training module for resident staff where the presenter began with the opening line, “We’re going to go around the room and rate our days on a scale of one through 10."
Although the specific scenery and cast of characters may vary by area, there are certain hometown haunts we all encounter.
It was the day I left my comfort zone, the day I made the move from Woodbridge, Va. to Charlottesville.
In an email to me not so long ago, a friend was outlining her travel flubs as she made her way from Washington, D.C. to Florence, stopping in Berlin for a layover along the way.
It’s comforting to know that all it takes is a couple buttons to find out what I want, when I want. All I need is determination.
By the time spring break finally rolled around, I was in desperate need of an escape from school.
As this week ushered in the official commencement of spring on Monday, I’ve begun to keep a close eye on the landscape of the Lawn and the surrounding gardens.
A few Mondays ago I received flowers for the first time. Well, slight correction — I was given a single purple flower, and it was actually a weed.
“What do you do?” he asked at some point. “Like, back home. How do you spend your time? What do you do?”
Unlike a large portion of the student population, I decided to stay in Charlottesville over spring break.
I’ve never been to Trinity Irish Pub, but I think my experience will go like this ...
This past Friday, after a long week of assignments crammed into a rigid schedule, my roommates and I decided it was time to let loose.
Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been a planner. For every play date and birthday party I had, there was a corresponding itinerary of activities with carefully allocated time slots.
The power of a small-scale interaction was incredible and diffused feelings of alienation.
I was talking to a friend about the logistics of said fish market — why hold it all, especially if it’s for free?
