You’re not very good at going out, John. Don’t worry, there’s no shame in it.
My sleep for the past few nights has been plagued with such vivid dreams, each one more troubling than the last.
For my birthday, instead of focusing on festivities, I will focus on the "gifts" life has given me.
Every semester, the First Year Players coalesce to organize an entirely student-run production.
The bottom line is that you should want to venture out to Now and Zen sometime in the near future.
“If You’re Reading This” is a digital collection of letters of support written by and for University students.
This semester, I took up the great project of reading David Foster Wallace’s “Infinite Jest.”
It is an universally acknowledged truth that a single girl in a sorority will want a date to her formal.
As much as I take pride in being “different” and “unique” (like every other millennial), this story starts off as basic as it gets, so please bear with me.
I just recently went to a training module for resident staff where the presenter began with the opening line, “We’re going to go around the room and rate our days on a scale of one through 10."
Although the specific scenery and cast of characters may vary by area, there are certain hometown haunts we all encounter.
It’s that time of the semester again. Lou’s List is updated. Advisors have sent out emails for advising session sign-ups. We’re six short weeks until the end.
Would I recommend a Skyline Drive day trip? Without a doubt.
Hiring teaching assistants is a way for the University to save money, give academic opportunities to graduate and undergraduate students wishing to obtain teaching experience and provide students individualized help in their classes.
If you are curious about who is responsible for gathering the supplies and building the Lawn rooms’ furniture, look no further than custom carpenter Gary Lettan.
It was the day I left my comfort zone, the day I made the move from Woodbridge, Va. to Charlottesville.
In an email to me not so long ago, a friend was outlining her travel flubs as she made her way from Washington, D.C. to Florence, stopping in Berlin for a layover along the way.
I want my friends to know that I will be there for them at U.Va. and beyond.
It’s not about meeting girls. It’s about meeting The Girl.
While I’ve loved almost every minute of my time spend on Grounds, sometimes a little distance can be healthy.
