One of the greatest things about going to college is being able to do whatever the heck you want.
The previously nearly-empty mug I was when I entered U.Va. now teemed with hot tea.
“I wanted to show that there’s a lot more to do than join a frat or a large CIO,” Malasa said.
I will spend the semester in Siena. I will eat delicious food. I will wear much, much tighter clothes.
My grandmother, unable to speak after her stroke, struggled out three words.
I kept on finding other U.Va.-isms popping out of my mind at the most random times.
Something about staying in the same state, or even on the same coast, just felt too safe.
No matter how you interpret it or what faith you decide to pursue, I think it is important to have something to believe in.
Sure, I feel overworked and a tad stressed, but I know that I am not alone in that.
I don’t think I realized how fast life moves at the University until it was time for summer — time to stop and rest.
I always feel mixed up when I come home. I drive two hours into a whole new world of Northern Virginia.
What is good and what is bad about yourself? Such a black and white question can never be answered in a similar black and white manner.
I lived a pretty sheltered life my first year. Unlimited dining plan, air-conditioning in my room (all hail New Dorms), lots of upperclassmen to baby me and most importantly — no cars.
My mom got a call from our elementary school when my sister and I were telling the other kids about Charles Manson.
The Remembrance Garden will be a communal area where individuals can grieve in their own way.
“Ashley,” you ask, “Do the cap and gown have any other uses?” Of course!
Have you ever nabbed the no. 1 ticket at Bodo’s? Seen the Purple Shadows on the Lawn?
I could easily imagine coming here with a large group and sharing several of the appetizers.
You saw some of those hopes come to life, but you also saw some of your dreams wither away.
The past two weeks have solidified what I always thought might be true: I am quite good at relaxing.
