In the 19th year of my life, I did two things that were profoundly stupid. For two entire days, I made Facebook my homepage – a decision which single-handedly compromised my already dwindling ability to simultaneously do homework, check Twitter and keep up with the Kardashians.
Girl runs. Girl falls in mud. Boy witnesses fall. Boy helps girl. Boy offers Band-Aid. Girl blushes.
From the moment we are pushed out of our mother’s vagina, ugly and crying, we are taught the value of the birthday.
I am the product of a technology boom. It defines my generation and by association, I am now scared it defines me.
People often complain about the overuse of the word “love” and how this leads to the loss of the weight it’s supposed to carry – and this is probably true.
On a Tuesday night in September, I found myself curled into a heap, resting atop a pile of pillows and blankets on the floor of one of my hallmates’ room.
1. Eat… a lot: Winter is cold. There’s only so much three sweatshirts, six pairs of socks and your fleece-lined leggings under your jeans can do to prepare you for the biting Charlottesville cold.
Ah yes, U.Va. — where we have our cake and eat it too. We work hard AND we play hard. Sleep is for the weary, which we are not.
You’ve seen it: a bus almost running over a hypnotized girl blindly walking across McCormick Road, her eyes glued down to her phone’s LCD screen, fingers swiftly tapping away.
Kendrick Lamar blasted over a buzzing Prius full of five second-years, crammed in a backseat next to Pop-Tarts and Chex Mix and Pringles and crumpled candy wrappers as they wound through Pennsylvania.
It’s not secret Bodo’s Bagels, a long-time Charlottesville staple, boasts an amazing, affordable menu, including everything from breakfast and lunch bagel sandwiches to omelets.
I’m the kind of person that needs to consult at least fifty other people before making a decision about anything.
Everyone always says you find yourself in college. That it’s these next few years that shape who you will be to a greater degree than any other experiences you’ve ever had.
Last week, I received a phone call of the utmost importance. “She’s my girlfriend! She’s my girlfriend!” my seven-year-old cousin exclaimed.
At the age of 20, I am officially an empty nester. After a year of literal sweat, tears and a few drops of paper-cut-induced blood, I am relinquishing my central U.Va.
Today I met a girl named Shannon in Old Cabell Hall. We did not speak. In fact, she didn’t even see me.
Maybe it’s just that I’m no longer confined to a dorm, but this semester I have noticed a dramatic increase in the number of dogs making their way around Charlottesville.
Fall break is a time for family. It’s a time for Halloween decorations and pumpkin lattes. It’s a time to shirk your studying duties in favor of “Sleepy Hollow” marathons and late night drives through the back roads of the hometown you secretly miss.
Since when have our parents been people? Seriously. Even though we’ve known, lived and interacted with them for as long as we remember, did we initially perceive our parents in relation to others?
Why is it so hard to stay fit in college? I pose the question rhetorically, because I know its answer.
