My status as a study-abroad student places me in a strange limbo between tourist and native.
I posted on Facebook that I was accepting queries for an advice column. After a couple dozen awkward, non-contributing likes, I got these messages.
At 3 a.m. I awoke to loud pounding on our apartment door. Next came the shouts.
When faced with fight or flight conflict, I most often pick the lesser-known third option — shut down entirely.
If your personal study abroad goals or constraints do not require you to stick to Western Europe, go somewhere else.
Feminism is having the compassion to concede that our lives — no matter how different — are of equal worth.
Nothing makes a girl feel more single than when her mom calls and asks how her “boy situation” is going.
I hope it’s not just me, but I feel like I never see other people shielding their eyes from acorns, IDK.
Big Boy and I had a beautiful, whirlwind honeymoon stage those first blissful weeks. But dark details about our pasts would soon come up as they always do in any long-term relationship.
Every student at the University is familiar with the horror of registering for classes.
Let’s stay in our happy U.Va. bubble a little longer.
From pumpkin tortilla chips to pumpkin cheesecake, Trader Joe’s has anything you could want in a pumpkin flavor.
Fig has the most special revival of the Grillswith, for the restaurant is located in the same building as University Diner.
It’s about who we are becoming as human beings and about being humble students of our own lives.
By finding the atmosphere and culture you fit in with, virtually any job can be enjoyable.
I looked from person to person and speculated about who was the hippest grandparent at the table.
Nobody told me that there was a uniform, so I whip out my phone and google “Nike shops near me."
You locked yourself out. Now comes the fury. You yell a string of obscenities and consider breaking the door down.
It’s been over a month since I moved from England to Virginia for my year abroad. American chick flicks are my guilty pleasure.
In Italy, food is not just an important part of national identity — it is the entirety of the national identity.
