College applications are hard. They are especially difficult if you have had a good life and are decent at school and nothing dramatically noteworthy has ever gone wrong for you or those you love. When I hear stories about other people's college essays, and their resultant immediate acceptances to Ivy League schools, I am always slightly jealous.
There are a number of volunteer opportunities available to University students interested in learning more about medicine, but few of those offer the accompanying global perspective that can be gained by hands-on participation.
Writer's block. Starting a paper or column always poses the biggest challenge to writers. So they often begin with concise independent clauses to appear profound or rebellious.
I always have dreams. Some people retort: "But of course! Humans dream every night." Yeah, well, I dream more.
Did you know the University's women's club polo team made it to the national championship finals? Or that the men's club polo team is the 2011 national champion? Although these teams often fly below the radar, the sport is starting to gain a devoted fan base at the University. Founded in the early 1950s, the University's polo team is unique in more than one way.
How early is too early? I was overanalyzing and my hands began to shake when I pulled into the parking lot on the first day of my marketing internship.
For me, the first day of school is exhilarating. In April, I painstakingly debate which classes to take.
For many students, the call of the open road often remains just that, a call. But for fourth-year College students Margaret Montague and Abigail Lee, the dream of a cross-country road trip became a reality this summer. Last spring, Montague and Lee were awarded the Ingrassia Family Echols Scholars Research Grant, which provides funding for students to conduct a research project in a field of their interest. Typically recipients are students who put the research funding toward their fourth-year capstone project
As you may have noticed from past columns, I am an avid people watcher. It's one of my favorite pastimes.
A lot of people discover a lot of things at Beach Week. Fashion is not usually one of them, but this was the week I discovered what my wardrobe had been missing.
"Grapes don't grow in ugly places." So says the mantra of Afton Mountain Vineyards, and looking out over the valley, I couldn't disagree.
Fall is the season of love. Tempestuous, heart-wrenching; not the stuff of greeting cards but the stuff of sordid premium cable miniseries.
You're tired of watching tour guides struggle to walk backward. You're tired of hearing tour guides rattle off how many things they have run into by walking backward: lamp posts, bikes, parking meters, flagpoles, staircase railings, campus statues, people, etc.
A couple weeks ago for my best friend's birthday we went out to a restaurant, and she was ecstatic to finally have the chance to wear a brand new, sleek black dress she had ordered from Victoria's Secret.
"So, what are you planning on doing with that after graduation?" Does it grate on your nerves as much as it does on mine?
Students spent last year frustrated at the ubiquitous construction zones surrounding Newcomb inside and outside, and they returned to familiar-looking plywood barriers and newly blocked off areas.
After four years of college some students can finally answer: "What do you want to be when you grow up?" To join the fields they aspire to enter, however, many students must first survive and succeed in graduate school.
It is a new year, and that means only one thing: resolutions. Toward the end of last semester, the end of my second year, I suffered from an affliction carried only within the 22904 zip code.
I am a waitress. The politically correct term for this is "server" but I prefer the former; it makes me think of high-waisted skirts, long white socks, and on occasion, roller blades.
The Corner became a little more international July 22 when the "Fabulously British" clothing store, "Jack Wills University Outfitters," opened its doors.
