Several weeks ago, I wrote a column musing about how to shop for men after a botched attempt to please my housemate with a bacon bowl.
At dinner with friends the other night, I posed the question, "If you could only pick one issue to address for the rest of your life, what would it be?" The responses ranged across continents and species.
My grandmother is one of the most beautiful women I know. She spends her days pouring herself into her community with so much energy and joy, preparing meals for people who are sick, coordinating holiday toy and clothing drives and heading a monthly senior luncheon at her church.
I’ve always wondered what reaction I’d be met with if I offered to pay for a guy’s drink at a bar. It’s become a well developed and heavily romanticized image in my head.
It’s at least an hour too early in the morning and my calculus professor is explaining three-dimensional functions in a calming, rhythmic voice.
Two weeks ago, driving in the car with my friend, I realized just how lucky I am to currently be in college.
There is a certain mystery to an unfamiliar package. Yesterday, I purchase I made three years ago on Kickstarter arrived on my doorstep.
As friends begin to receive offers and chatter circulates around interviews and applications, I’ve begun to feel the pressure mounting. Still, I’ve managed to avoid putting pen to paper and writing my first cover letter.
I have slowly and subconsciously made sure that images of owls surround me at all times. Whenever I need to set an image icon or site key it is an owl.
There are two types of spenders: the Mr. Krabs and the Squanderer. The Mr. Krabs is distinguished by chronic neck and back pain due to a lumpy mattress stuffed with oodles and oodles of cash.
As a relatively young driver and avid street crosser, getting honked at is a common occurrence.
While I did not enjoy much about the college road trips that peppered the last two years of my high school experience, I was at least sure of one thing: every time I folded myself into the back seat of my parent’s car and took off towards another campus tour, I would be return with a new piece of college paraphernalia.
There is a website called whypandassuck.com that serves as a hub for all literature on why Pandas are good for approximately nothing.
I’m sure all of you were as disappointed as I was when your acceptance letters to Hogwarts never arrived in the mail.
There are two kinds of libraries in this world. The first is a library of hushes, one with people nervously tiptoeing around, clutching their library card, looking for a book to bring home.
I had a Last Moment this week. Last Moments (patent pending) are fourth-year realizations experiences whilst completing a particular activity or participating in a given event for the last time.
This past weekend, I had the pleasure of taking 50 students from Charlottesville High School on a fall retreat in the beautiful mountains of Goshen, Virginia.
Coffee didn’t leave a good first impression on me. When I was first introduced to it as a child, it left a bitter taste in my mouth.
The top 10 ways to recover from a not-so-classy weekend.
