What am I doing here? No really, I mean it. What am I doing here, in this chair, in the McGregor Room, in Alderman Library, at the University of Virginia, on this Tuesday evening in Charlottesville?
My morning crankiness left me hoping with every fiber of my being that this man wouldn’t turn around to address me.
With a steaming bowl of ramen in my lap, I’m currently staring blankly at my computer screen as I grapple with my worst enemy – writer’s block.
As my cast mates and I took our bows after our opening night of "The Triumph of Love," the only thing I could think about was how I almost didn’t audition for this show.
I recently learned Facebook allows you to unfollow your friends’ posts so you don’t have to see them on your News Feed.
When Snowmageddon hit a few weeks ago, I’m pretty sure I was the happiest Wahoo at this school — not because I was particularly excited at the thought of playing in the snow, but because I had a valid excuse to shut myself up in my apartment all weekend.
The day after Christmas, I found myself sitting across from a screaming toddler on a 14-hour flight to New Zealand.
Every time I nonchalantly refer to U.Va. as “home,” my mom immediately whips her head around and exclaims, “That’s not home!
My hands have been permanently burned from my own negligence with a curling wand. I have spent hours scraping paint off of the floor of the Student Activities Building.
On the first day of fall break, I found myself on a stuffy, cramped MegaBus to New York City. My poor mother helped me drag my suitcase to the bus station, and after I waved goodbye out the window, an old lady who reeked of soap and apples plopped herself down next to me.
