I just want to talk about trust falls without any deeper meaning attached to it. That is all.
The worst is when there are awkward one hour gaps between classes.
Colloquially known as “Croads,” Crossroads seems to be the great equalizer for first-years.
Space: /spās/ noun. “The dimensions of height, depth and width within which all things exist and move.”
The 2000s were my glory days, but all good things come to an end.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about the word “enough” a lot.
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?”
