At the ends of the emails she sends students in response to tragedy, University President Teresa Sullivan typically emphasizes how we must “come together as a community.” Though this advice seems appropriate in theory, in practice it is difficult for people to cultivate an environment in which they share complex emotions without fear of judgment or imposition.
Asking someone how he or she is doing is a pretty standard part of any conversation. Whether it comes as an effort to catch up with a distant friend over coffee, or thrown casually over a shoulder to an acquaintance passing by on the Corner, it’s a question I ask dozens of times a day.
As we wind down the fall semester and temperatures begin to drop, students everywhere begin to accept the harsh reality of the changing seasons.
For many reasons, I am not comfortable with the idea that reducing the stigma behind mental health starts with equating mental illness with physical illness.
The phrase “we, the people” implies a populants of a society are inherently interconnected. Coined by our forefathers, the words link the people of a nation using one commonality: our shared humanity. I find myself keeping these words in mind as I begrudgingly approach the end of my college career.
As I glance at my phone, I see a the number 18 in a red circle above my Gmail icon. I turn my phone back off and put it in my pocket.
Lately my thoughts have brought me back two years in time to my high school health class — or perhaps another class, the details are blurred in my memories — in which we were gathered to watch a TEDx video about stress and how it can negatively affect one’s health.
1. The Diehard: This fan is most definitely in Group 1, and most definitely wearing a College Gameday shirt from last season.
My parents met during their first year of college. They weren’t students at the same university — my father went to school in New Hampshire, and my mother attended an all girls’ school a few hours away in Massachusetts.
1. The tablers on the Lawn: Sure: the leaves look great, the sun is shining, and go Hoos, but we all know there’s very little chance that you were actually taking in the foliage on your way to class.
For every reason why Donald Trump wouldn’t be a terrible president (if any exist,) there are probably 10,000 reasons why he would.
As a fourth year, I have been spending a lot of time reflecting on my college experience.
This article is dedicated to the men and women of UVA who work out on a regular basis. They are superhuman and deserve our undying respect. So Cavalier Daily readers, I did it.
In an attempt to engage my sentimental side, I often find myself sparing some precious moments of study time and indulging in the New York Times’ Modern Love columns.
An impromptu trip home to New Jersey last weekend found me seated comfortably in my living room with two friends of mine, a fire roaring in the fireplace and all our eyes glued to various screens.
A countdown of the best group costumes for you and your friends to show off your creativity this year.
For two of the eight hours during my last drive home to New York, I listened to Ted Talk Radio. One talk took up the majority of the time, and the speaker’s message has stayed with me in the weeks since that drive.
1. What’s the deal with texts I receive from my mother? Thanks to pop culture (or maybe Donald Trump, because he is probably the root of all evil,) my mother is a self-proclaimed “cool mom.” This means every other day or so I receive a text in reference to something only 15 year old girls should be discussing.
Fun fact I learned this week: refined sugar is in just about everything that tastes good. That includes sweets (baked goods, ice cream, candy, fruit juices) but it’s also found in peanut butter, pasta sauce, soups, salad dressings, ketchup, salsa, most processed breads and pastas, and cereals, among countless other food products. After researching for a few days, it became clear like that totally cutting out refined sugars from my diet would be a bigger investment than I had anticipated.
I began a routine last year where I would go to two different coffee shops within a single hour in an afternoon, every other afternoon.
