Life as of late has been completely crazy, but it's the little moments that I must choose to make the most of, as I try with all of my might to always find the bright side of things.
It’s atypical to have everything figured out by the end of first year anyway, and this is the first time that we’re trying to figure anything out during a pandemic.
After weeks upon weeks of social distancing, staying indoors and taking necessary safety precautions, I think every person alive has come to the same, nagging question — what am I supposed to do now?
With social distancing, we aren’t able to hug those people, and that is a difficult reality. If I — as a hug hater — think that, I can’t imagine how people who are huggers are feeling.
Personally, the first day of classes was quite the fizzle compared to the loud, exciting bang that it was supposed to be.
Snacks are superior, and I stand by that.
While at home, I felt a certain amount of unhappiness and discontent from the absence of the social experience that I’d normally expect at the start of a semester.
Along with many other important lessons highlighted during COVID-19, the forward-thinking minds of my peers prove that U.Va. Twitter is a powerhouse and truly a force to be reckoned with.
Over the past few weeks, a question has continued to resurface in my head — If the year 2020 was a tangible form that I could see and talk to, what would I say to it?
Although I’m a bit anxious for the new semester, I’m glad to rewind the summer memories and analyze the little lessons that I’ve learned and grappled with along the way. I’d like to think that my summer was divided into two parts.
I have a lot of hope that this semester is just another flat tire we have to find a way to fix.
I want to remember enjoying this strange semester rather than suffering through it. So let’s make smart, responsible and safe decisions, while doing our best to make this semester worthwhile.
Personally, finding myself with nothing but time and a growing book list, quarantine presented itself as the perfect opportunity to read.
Whether you’re starting the next chapter of your life from your home or on Grounds, my advice to you is to be safe, have some courage, take a few risks and remember some names.
I have no excuse for being blind to the Black experience in America because the information has always been out there for me to consume.
All I know for sure is that my previous U.Va. life will have to stay in March, and that the only way to ensure that is by approaching this fall with an open mind and a willingness to adapt.
Last fall, I was sitting in one of my Curry classes when our professor asked us to participate in an exercise that opened my eyes to how new some of the University community is to talking about race.
In high school no one — not my friends, my teachers nor my family — thought I would attend college anywhere near my hometown of Memphis, Tenn.
Thank you for being my public diary and therapist. It has been a joy to write for you.
Early last week, I was sitting in my room, blasting music through my headphones and contemplating my current existence — which I am sure many of you have been doing as well.
