During this year’s MTV Video Music Video Awards, Kanye West accepted the award for Video Vanguard.
After returning to Grounds and seeing friends for the first time in months, I find myself frequently saying, “Want to get coffee?” or “We should grab lunch!” I’ve enjoyed the coffee dates I’ve had so far — and look forward to more in the future — but I’ve started to wonder why these encounters always involve some sort of food or beverage. What does our need for food in social settings say about our relationships?
For as long as I can remember, I’ve told myself everything happens for a reason.
A graveyard of retired planners sits in the drawer of my bedroom nightstand.
I have a 16-year-old sister, so I think I’m fairly “up with the times” — a phrase some self-proclaimed “cool mom” probably says at least twice a week.
I remember the fourth years I met during my first year of college.
Recently, children all across the U.S. flocked to local card stores, desperately searching for the perfect Hallmark-concocted one-liner to say, “I love you, Dad.” The trouble with entering that isle of brightly colored rhymes and bedazzled hearts, I realized, is that Hallmark charges up to eight bucks per card, and this year I had to buy two.
There’s a life hack I like to call the “theater of life." It provides entertainment and insight during boring classes, long car rides and awkward family dinners.
Sundays on a college campus are a rare specimen of ratchet. Delaying the onset of homework and a heavy hangover, students unapologetically stuff themselves with brunch and bawdy tales of debauchery from the weekend’s late nights.
As my third year at the University draws to a close, I feel understand more than ever how absurd it is to expect teenagers to have decided on their desired career path before high school graduation.
That was my answer whenever anyone asked me how school was going during fall semester.
What they say about Charlottesville is true. We have some of the best food in the country, yet I can’t remember the last time I had a meal anywhere off the Corner.
I hate to be the one to say it, but finals are coming — cue “Game of Thrones” theme song. In turn, I have compiled a list of tips and tricks to get us through the homestretch of the semester.
I worry we are losing sight of the important things and forgetting how to be truly human. But any time I get down about all this, I am able to find comfort in literature.
We all know and love (or not) these Foxfielders.
Babysitting is a blessing and a curse. Getting paid is an obvious benefit — after all, extra cash is the only form of extra weight I welcome.
As an Asian-American, I can’t pretend to know what it’s like to be followed around by store employees, have my intelligence underestimated or be unjustly attacked by law enforcement officers because of my skin color.
During a recent phone call, one of my old friends mentioned his pledge brothers had taken to calling him by his initials.
Being a third year sucks. Don’t get me wrong, I love how much I have matured, I love having a solid group of friends and I love taking on leadership roles in extracurriculars.
On a more serious note, it’s about time someone discredited a few of the common myths associated with running.
