“Say what you mean, and mean what you say,” is the overused and cliché way to explain this. “Be deliberate,” at least in my mind, has a more attractive ring to it.
I’m becoming increasingly convinced I may be one of the few remaining non-Fitbit owners left as I walk around on Grounds and see the recognizable bands on nearly everyone’s wrists.
“Tonight, let’s go to Clem.” “Ew, why? Let’s go to Alderman.” This conversation comes up often when my friends and I decide on a place to study.
This past semester, I have heard dozens of professors tell tales of numerous major changes and multiple gap years before deciding to get into research or pursuing advanced degrees.
Something bizarre happened to me the other day: I received personalized career advice from not one, but two of my instructors.
Sherriff said his emphasis on creating experiences — like performing skits in class — lends itself to students’ learning.
Students unite to share their experiences of being LGBTQ or an advocate during Pride Week, formerly known as Proud to Be Out Week, which began April 8 and runs through April 16.
The festival began with a focus on three tenets — music, art and innovation. This year, food has become a more integral part of the event.
Jacob and Erica met on Saturday at 6:30 p.m. and went to Lemongrass on the Corner.
No. 5 — Jefferson has his own recipe for vanilla ice cream in the Library of Congress.
While the feeling of being alone in a crowd seems cliché, there are times when it is very much a reality.
My morning crankiness left me hoping with every fiber of my being that this man wouldn’t turn around to address me.
The challenges any refugee living in the United States faces are incomprehensible to most citizens born in the country.
It may have started as a joke, but there was nothing funny about President Teresa Sullivan walking through the door of our apartment.
April holds a special place in my heart, as these first few days mark the start of six months full of triumph, challenge, heartbreak and victory.
“Gooch-Dillard? What is that?” I exclaimed, having just received my first-year housing assignment.
I’ve always felt qualms after enjoying a barbeque sandwich or a hamburger, but managed to suppress that guilt because of the pure joy I experienced each time I ate one.
As we were sitting at Easter brunch, a friend of mine recounted how her family had recently grilled her about her future. Given that she has had a job since the beginning of the school year, this surprised me.
Many will tell you, a class is only as good as the professor who teaches it. At the University, students have the opportunity to work with faculty who are experts in their fields with a passion for teaching.
Christian and Emma met in front of the Rotunda at 6:30 p.m. on Tuesday evening and went to Basil on the Corner.
