Life
A summer with nothing taken for granted
By Lily Brock | April 5, 2018I don’t intend to take this summer for granted.
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I don’t intend to take this summer for granted.
This past weekend, my fraternity held our annual Dad’s Weekend. Hordes of fathers from all across the country joined their sons in Charlottesville.
This movie opened my eyes to cherishing those familial bonds that I have been forced to develop over the past 18 years.
If you’re like me — on a budget with student loans galore — Costco is the place for you.
The feeling of your mind refusing to shut down no matter how much you try to relax is a stressful one.
The NCAA Tournament only comes once and year and there really isn’t anything quite like it.
The memorial to the University’s anatomical theater is easily small enough to walk right past without noticing.
My friend had convinced us that, after five years of sailing at camp, she was prepared to tackle the open waters.
I’m not so much looking for more fun but more satisfaction with my lifestyle.
I hail from Tillamook county, which holds more cows than people — my high school mascot was aptly named the Cheesemakers.
Now before your elitist square-pants get in a twist, hear me out.
The privilege of being critical is no longer reserved for those who had better lives and opportunities.
At what point did the world become so fragile and foreboding?
What I have come to realize after like the 168th time of watching this movie is that Tom Baker and I are literally the same person.
To me, a Yankees cap will always be a symbol of loyalty. Always.
I hope you’re ready for this roller coaster of emotions
Service must be backed by knowledge — otherwise it often does more harm than good.
Coming from England I had no previous knowledge about the fact that college sports were a huge deal in America.
We need to change the way we talk about college.
However many times I say that I don’t have hope, I do.
