I know I’m not the only who has momentary breakdowns, and I know my problems aren’t as bad as it gets. Though college is often referred to as the best years of our lives, these years are also trying. Yesterday, I began to view my computer as a sentient being out to ruin my life.
In recent weeks there has been a quiz circulating my Facebook news feed. While only a handful of “Facebook-but-not-real-life-friends,” as I like to call them, took the quiz, it nonetheless caught my attention.
My childhood was full of oft-repeated clichés. This may explain my overly optimistic spirit and tendency to end advice-filled monologues to friends with uplifting aphorisms.
THE ATHLETE: Clad in all Nike everything, this person woke up at 5 a.m. and has already completed a workout harder than anything you’ve done since high school preseason.
I am proud to announce since my arrival on Grounds, I’ve become bilingual. And while I would never want to detract from the strength of the language program here at the University, I feel like I should clarify that this development has nothing to do with my enrollment in Accelerated Introductory French this semester.
As much as I’ve matured since beginning my journey at the University — especially in recognizing my own worth — I still struggle to forgive myself for the times I’ve hopelessly failed.
On Tuesday at 7 p.m., students, faculty and members of the Charlottesville community will gather in Old Cabell for Look Hoos Talking — an event featuring TED-inspired speeches by University professors.
For the past two decades, U.Va. has had a consistent suicide rate of 0.5 per year, or one suicide every two years. This number has drastically increased for the 2014-2015 school year, however, with three likely suicides having occurred during the fall 2014 semester.
I did this to myself. Let’s weigh my options.
Winter must be one of two things — warm or apocalyptically snowy. This one has been neither.
Selling 100 million copies worldwide and bringing in more than 81 million dollars during its first weekend in theaters, “Fifty Shades of Grey” has certainly enraptured its audiences.
I skipped four classes last week. Sorry, Mom and Dad. Three of these were planned — I was going out of town for the weekend, and my trip was definitely worth it.
No Valentine’s kiss, but paper roses do the trick
Emma DiNapoli, a 2014 graduate of the College, did not initially see herself joining the Peace Corps after graduation.
Without a doubt, the thing I miss the least about college is the horrible, gut-wrenching feeling afflicting me every finals season as I sat in Clemons circa three a.m.
My fourth-year apartment housed four girls. Two were Commerce students whose summer internships had landed them jobs for the upcoming year. The third, on the pre-med track, was studying for the MCAT while submitting applications to medical schools. Then there was me — no job secured, no grad school in sight.
University Career Services traditionally focuses on career fairs and resume workshops to prepare students for post-graduate life. However, Everette Fortner, Associate Vice President of Career and Professional Development, has a new goal: instill confidence in students pursuing liberal arts degrees.
Skepticism and doubt can be just as healthy as optimism. Never was this been more apparent to me than last summer, when I received a phone call from the National Alopecia Areata Foundation (NAAF) saying a cure for alopecia was close at hand.
Tinder: It’s eerily reminiscent of your grandma wagging her finger back and forth at you, telling you, “We weren’t so superficial in my age!” — back and forth — swipe right, swipe left.
I’ve just crossed the border into an unfamiliar territory — being single on Valentine’s Day. Should I start planning for the apocalypse now or when I’m drinking my sorrows away on Saturday? If you cannot tell, the break up happened recently.
