Two weeks ago, on that hallowed Monday night before the first day of classes, I found myself pondering a question which has plagued many the intelligent, modern female Cavalier: “What will this outfit say about me?” After all, we’d be lying to ourselves if we said that our “first day” outfits weren’t still a priority.
8:00 a.m.: Paper, column, breakfast (maybe), coffee (definitely), research proposal, shower, stress. 10:47 a.m.: Wallet, keys, phone, out the door.
As a Life columnist – I’ve got a little more leeway with my language, my assumptions, and my stories, because all views are only mine.
Soon enough, the DJ switches songs. Chelsea screams that she loves this song; Brad agrees that no one could dislike Levels and suggests that they dance. What follows is a traditional motion so hideous and disjointed that it remains a miracle people perform such an act in public, let alone in an attempt to indicate intimacy and attraction.
There is a fine line between childhood and adulthood and I’m not quite sure where I stand. I suppose many college students feel this way — as if we are toeing the border, regularly stumbling onto both sides of the spectrum.
Everyone has days when if feels Daniel Powter’s “Bad Day” is playing on repeat in the background — unless I’m the only one who still appreciates that song.
Inspired by our recent victory against the Brigham Young Cougars, I have decided that it may be helpful to first-years to read a brief list of 10 things any self-respecting Cavalier should do at a football game.
Being the inquisitive collegiate intellectual that I am, I often seek retrospection, reflection and procrastination via assorted online quizzes.
I have been tall all my life . There is a box somewhere in my basement at home in North Carolina with a collection of pictures stretching throughout the course of the ‘90s.
Tucked away on Allied Street off McIntire Road, a Charlottesville treasure hides behind C’Ville Coffee.
Let’s just take a moment to talk about sex. Science — and the bulging evidence from the boy next to me in class — tells us that, on average, most men think of it 34.2 times per day.
Working as a camp counselor this summer, I was reacquainted with how children view the world. After countless “Stop butting me!” cries and “But he started it!” exclamations, I began to reflect on the days when my biggest worry was whether I was first or second in line for a minute-long walk down the hallway.
At this point in my life, I can summarize my collegiate success into a three-digit GPA, fit 20 years worth of sweat and tears into a one-page resume and measure the quality of my education based on the Princeton Review’s rating of my university. In other words, if need be, I am 100 percent quantifiable. And, truth be told, you are too.
Waking up ready and alive is a skill that my poor, feeble, sleepy figure just simply cannot master. The morning routine includes: One, the classic pillow-over-head maneuver to block out easterly sunshine.
This summer, I got my first real job: nannying. When I agreed to the job, it was unbeknownst to me, though, that it would prompt me to rethink my entire position on parenthood, and on children in general.
There’s a strange mindset that accompanies the beginning of my fourth and last year here at U.Va., a sort of inner panging or homesickness for something but I don’t really know what.
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During my second year, I discovered the overlap between my two realms of study: writing and medicine.
Two Saturdays ago, as my roommate and I lay on the roof of my house on Gordon Avenue planning out our afternoon activities, my roommate asked to see my phone.
I am seriously obsessed with fantasy series. One of my earliest memories is of reading children’s books brimming with unicorns and fairies.
