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Katie Urban


PARTING SHOT: My final roll

This column marks my final roll. It’s the last time my name will appear in this paper and the last time a piece of my writing will be — digitally, of course — rolled up and sent to the printer. Even though my career of writing columns and attending final rolls ends here, this paper will march on long after I am gone because it is bigger than me, bigger than anyone else writing a parting shot this week and bigger than any of us combined. And that’s just one of the reasons why I have always loved this paper — even when it had that terrible masthead featuring Thomas Jefferson’s bust.

A little birdy told me

I love social media. But I also hate social media — and I don’t think I’m the only one who feels this way.

When the sky isn't the limit

My college career is going to come down to 100 words. Or so it seems. I say this because, two weeks ago, I received an email from the Media Studies department asking me to confirm I wanted to walk in their graduation ceremony and if I did — which I do — to submit a 100-word biography to be read at graduation. While this request should send a rush of panic to any unemployed almost-graduate, it was especially ironic in my case, as I received this email while I was working my last shift at the only paid media job I’ve ever had.

28 blocks

Last summer, I spent a lot of time walking. At the close of each business day, I would set off on my journey home, bypass the smelly, tourist-ridden Times Square subway stop and head straight down Broadway.

Sister, sister

When my sister Jennifer was born nearly 20 years ago, I didn’t quite understand the concept of having a sister.

Cliches for the College Masses

If you’re like me, you’ve spent much of your college career clocking hours in class or in the library, learning about everything from media theory to the formula for compounding interest.

The evolution of drinking

This past Saturday was my last Boys’ Bid Night. On one hand, it was sad to reminded of how fleeting my opportunities to wear neon workout clothes and run all over Rugby Road while buzzed off cheap liquor are.

I hate driving in Charlottesville

Charlottesville is known for a lot of things: U.Va., of course; all things Thomas Jefferson; Bodo’s — once I met someone in New York City who named their dog after Bodo’s because it’s that good — and a lot of preppy clothing.

Good old friends

Three weeks ago I turned 22, and in the three weeks before and after my birthday I saw my high school friends more than in the past three years combined.

Christmas’ twelve gifts to college students

Now that Starbucks is using its holiday cups, Barracks Road Shopping Center has hung its wreaths, and the back of Target looks like a Christmas tree forest, I think it is appropriate for me to write a column about why the holidays rock when you’re in college — a whole 35 days before Christmas. Around the holidays, it is hard to not be a little sad.

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