Despite the explicit warning my Abnormal Psychology professor gave at the beginning of the year, I found myself sitting in class the other day with the overwhelming feeling his presentation was a personal diagnosis.
Drunk Mode, a mobile phone app designed to prevent drunk dialing and keep college students safe while drinking, has reached almost 1 million users since former University students launched it in spring 2012.
It is the time of the year when people start learning about different study abroad opportunities and applying to programs around the world.
Brendan and Jessica met at the Rotunda at 7:00 p.m. and went to The Biltmore on the Corner. Jessica: I was walking to O’Hill for dinner when I saw the table for Love Connection... So I signed up.
When fourth-year College student Ammara Ansari discovered her interest in Pakistani women’s health and civic engagement was not present in most organizations on Grounds, she sought to change this by starting her own CIO: Pakistani-Afghan Women in Need (PAWIN). “Personally, starting up the organization was a way to think about what it meant to give to a community [and] culture that I can relate to,” Ansari said.
Become a pro at making excuses.
I came home this summer with a new goal in mind: healthy living.
I know it sounds contradictory — how can someone who identifies as an introvert simultaneously be ... outgoing? The answer is actually pretty simple.
Seasonal Affective Disorder, or SAD, is the venom infuses into the cold winter months — and we’ve all had a taste of it.
Growing up, one of the most common statements I heard from teachers was “There is no such thing as a dumb question”. Almost everyone has heard this from a teacher, parent, or mentor at some point in their life.
I hate quitting; I think I was taught to hate quitting the moment I came out of the womb. Adults have always told me, “Find a passion and stick with it; stay committed.
A few days ago, I walked into the bookstore of our illustrious University to see if they would buy back any of the books I spent so much money on last semester.
I spend more time than I care to admit perusing YouTube in search of valedictory and commencement addresses.
As much as it pains me to admit to such a typical, regular and average thing, I am from the not-so-mysterious suburban wonderland of “NoVA.” Coming to UVA from such an infamous area as a first year last fall seemed to have its perks— growing up in close proximity to a sizable piece of the University population, yada yada yada.
As most students know, the first month of school is filled with constant adjustments and non-stop activity.
With the opening of Gibbons dorm this fall in the Alderman Road Residence Area, Housing and Residence Life has moved its central office from Dabney to Gibbons in an effort to consolidate its large staff.
A day without any screen-time is far harder than it sounds.
There’s a very special place in my heart reserved for the farmers’ market – to the right of the spot for Christmas decorations and above the spot for eating Pringles five at a time.
Growing up, it was almost impossible for me to sit through Sunday services at St. Luke’s church without some kind of distraction.
My adolescent years were steeped in feelings towards resentfulness of 6 a.m. wakeup calls.
