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?
It wasn’t until recently that I realized silence is sometimes more powerful than loudness.
This morning, I got a haircut at the first place that showed up on Google when I typed in “haircut.” When I took off my beanie at the salon to reveal unwashed locks, in all of their split-ended glory, the hair stylist furrowed her perfectly-shaped brows.
This University is a big pool filled with people from several corners of the world. Each person you meet is like a snowflake: unique, yes, but also composed primarily of water.
Between Black Friday and Cyber Monday, the couple days have been a never-ending cycle of sales going on “today only!” and “limited time!” offers.
The National Sleep Foundation recommends 8-10 hours of sleep per night for teenagers and young adults, but a study by the University of Cincinnati reported that 55% of participating college students sleep for fewer than seven hours a night.
