1. The FOMO (Fear of Missing Out) studier: Instagram upload, 9:18 p.m., Saturday night. Empty Clemons cubicles.
I had a comically bad day yesterday. I won’t use this space to divulge all the details, but I will say the highlight was falling asleep in an art history lecture, only to be woken up with the professor standing over me, having stopped the class of 70 to publicly shame me for dozing in her class.
After being in Paris for fewer than 24 hours, so many of my expectations are already shaken. I have surprisingly managed to fit everything into my tiny urban apartment, which is a feat in itself given my pathetic status at the airport.
I have always felt a special connection to Valentine’s Day. A few years ago, I put together the logical implications of having a birthday exactly nine months after the holiday and I feel this fact is responsible for my deeply romantic nature.
This season, I would like to moonlight as a greeting card writer — preferably of the heartbroken, slightly vulgar Joseph Gordon-Levitt variety.
A few of the more memorable things I’ve received in my life include a sportsmanship award, my U.Va. acceptance letter and an email which began, “Dear Professor Trezza.”
I recently installed the new MacBook OS X update that’s been haunting my desktop alerts for the past five weeks.
While studying in OpenGrouds one afternoon, fourth-year College students Emma DiNapoli, Jeremy Klitzman, Annie Crabill and Sam Atkeson were commiserating over their shared dream of being in an a cappella group and decided to take matters into their own hands.
You know when something really dumb catches on, becomes widely recognized and is subsequently accepted as a norm, despite being utterly nonsensical? I’m referring to some of the more serious social epidemics: Crocs, AIM buddy profiles, YOLO and Instagram selfies.
I have seen too many of my friends get hurt because they did not love themselves and stand up for what they deserved — and that is one thing I do not want to remain quiet about. Even if, in the end, you still resent my insistence that Valentine’s Day is worthwhile, I hope you can at least take away a little extra love for yourself.
First-year goes on his first date
As students walked to classes last Tuesday, many were confronted with an assuming RV parked in front of the Chemistry Building, challenging them to take a stand against a form of injustice they would refuse to tolerate.
Four years ago, after the first big snow of the season, second-year College student Justin Dubois decided to go sledding on the biggest hill he could find. After breaking his leg in an accident, he was unable to participate in any physical activity for eight months. To pass the time, he started what would become a four-year programming project: PearlSquirrel.com.
The International Relations Organization kicked off its Spring 2014 Speaker Series Feb. 5 with a speech by Politics Prof. Robbert Fatton on Nelson Mandela’s legacy.
Today, it was brought to my attention my peers log into Tinder with a wide array of intentions. Basically, it perplexed me my friend actually slept with someone she met using the app. My personal philosophy is this: use it sparingly, don’t respond when someone messages you and never meet in person.
HackCville, a Charlottesville-based entrepreneurial “clubhouse,” launched a new student-run online publication Monday called HackCville Media.
Chances are, by the time this column comes out on Friday, almost everyone who happens to read this will have already consumed hours of Super Bowl pregame, mid-game and postgame commentary.
Second-year College student Rachel Zaragoza started with a vision. Combining her passions for teaching and dance, Zaragoza founded Project Inspire, a new organization on Grounds whose members hope to take a love of the arts, especially dance, to the greater Charlottesville community.
I can still remember the day my little brother was born—January 1st, 1994. There was a picture taken of me talking to my mother as she lays in the hospital bed, wearing my bright blue “I’m a sister!” sweatshirt and remaining blissfully unaware of the small, sleeping baby in the background.
If there’s one thing college has taught me, it’s that it is impossible to have everything figured out all the time.
