I have to make a habit of carrying a spare sock with me everywhere. It’s not rooted in a desire to use them as mittens or to make cat toys out of — which, I have been informed, is actually a thing.
This column serves as your friendly reminder we have officially entered the two-week pre-Halloween period.
After an extensive training process during the first few months of school, fourth-year Engineering student Kris Peck was ready for the seven mile run, rope bridge challenge, obstacle course and other tests he would face at Ranger Challenge.
And sometimes, it just works.
Free glow sticks, a DJ, free food, industrial-strength blacklights, exercise and charity — what could be better on a Friday night? The Organization of Young Filipino Americans hosted its Lakas Mad Glow 5K Friday, Oct.
The University possesses a hookup culture, as any student will readily expound. I cannot count the number of times older friends have advised me to shake away the ridiculous notions of romance bouncing around my head.
At times, somewhere in the middle of a long block of back-to-back classes, I start to feel restless.
It wasn’t until I was standing knee deep in Bethesda Fountain, smiling manically at a submerged penny, that I realized I didn’t know what I was doing with my life.
On Tuesday, our apartment fish committed suicide. We assumed it was Tuesday, at least. It really could have been any time between Friday and that afternoon, when a collective void of productivity swept my roommates and me from Charlottesville towards a brief if joyous respite back home.
I wasn’t having an academical day. It was a 15-person Religious Studies seminar, and my readings were about as complete as I was focused.
“The interdisciplinary major is for people who don’t feel their academic needs are being fulfilled by a traditional major,” fourth-year College and IMP student Stephanie Lebolt said.
There is a reason they say New York City is the greatest place on Earth. Maybe it’s because “You’ve Got Mail” has always been one of my favorite movies, but I really can’t argue with this grand claim.
There is no comparison to the horror women face as they get lost in New Cabell looking for a female lavatory.
People are too nice, and I’m tired of hearing too much of the same thing. I’m tired of hearing my TA say, “Yeah, that’s a really good point!” when I didn’t even do the reading.
Before arriving at the University for the first time this fall, I was “lucky” enough to receive advice from every single person who had already experienced a freshman college year.
It’s 12:04 a.m., and I cling to life with “Breaking Bad.” Brains and blood and buckets of ketchup textured blood coat my screen and I feel more.
“I’ve been sexually assaulted.” Hearing those words from someone you care about can be devastating, and it can be difficult knowing how to react or what to do to help.
We all have that special bite that stands out in our memory. Whether you were four or 23, some meals are so good you can almost still taste them.
This time last year, I was in a complete first-year slump. I spent my first round of midterms treading in deep water, straining to keep my chin above the surface.
When I first started writing for the Life section a little over a year ago, I was assigned to write a biweekly “how to” column.
