Every week it comes around again — a time when we’re cranky, half asleep and exhausted from the first half of the week, yet still torturously far from a weekend respite. We call this lull in our weeks “Wednesday,” and it becomes an excuse for bad moods, extra cookies at lunch and earlier-than-usual bed times.
I first heard the term “Life Graphs” during a summer-job-related, getting-to-know-you spiel. It sounds cynical — and potentially stonewallish — of me, but my initial thought was “No, hell no.” Hard pass, no way, I won’t, can’t make me.
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.
During your first year of college, you receive a lot of advice — whether it is asked for or not.
My heels click across the pavement of Golden’s Bridge train station. I throw my car keys in my briefcase just in time to hear the horn of the 7 a.m. express, which is thundering down track one.
Before leaving school for summer, a friend of mine was on a new kick: giving cheese-tastic motivational speeches to her roommates to start off the morning.
I was merely unable to think of a weird quirk which would elicit equally entertaining reactions from my fellow breakers-of-the-ice. That is, until now.
Charlottesville is fun. The restaurants are amazing, the people all seem to click and, most importantly, the entire town doesn’t lock up and go to sleep at 8 p.m. The same can’t be said for the suburban town I have been exiled to. As soon as it gets dark, it becomes a ghost town — cue tumbleweed.
Rising fourth-year College students Grace Finley, Elizabeth Duffield and Emma Kitchen are using the summer months to further their academic pursuits with University-funded research projects.
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.
The University’s first Meriwether Lewis Institute for Citizen Leadership program kicked off this fall when 25 second-year students were selected to continue their University education in an all-expenses-paid, six-week summer session.
You, beloved readers, have worked hard this year. Treat yo’self, and give the ‘burbs some credit for helping you do just that.
Dear recent graduate, Until we streak again.
Fourth-year College student Dylan Fogarty does not resemble the first year who arrived on Grounds in August of 2011.
Fourth-year Architecture student Ashley Blackwell, a student with a less privileged background than many of her peers, has worked on a host of equity issues within the University and Charlottesville communities over the past few years. Blackwell said her personal experiences before and after coming to the University shaped her interest in working as an agent for social change.
Fourth year Engineering student Dasha Tyshlek’s passion for healthcare innovation defined her University experience.
Procrastination tends to be especially common during finals. Some students unearth their friends’ middle school Facebook pictures, others clean their rooms — fourth-year College student Alexander Rafala started writing a film during finals week of his second year.
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.
