As this week ushered in the official commencement of spring on Monday, I’ve begun to keep a close eye on the landscape of the Lawn and the surrounding gardens.
A few Mondays ago I received flowers for the first time. Well, slight correction — I was given a single purple flower, and it was actually a weed.
Sadly, it seems that snow days are a thing of the past, a thing of my childhood.
When they say “hot” yoga, they really mean “hot.” The studio was jacked up to a balmy 105 degrees and in our naiveté, our crew showed up in full length leggings.
I’ve discovered the benefits of procrastination and the alleviating truth that I’d rather be a happy slacker than miserable and punctual.
Jacob and Ariana met at Starbucks at 2 p.m. on Saturday to grab coffee and get to know each other.
It’s that time of year again — the first day of Days on the Lawn.
Refugee Outreach held a concert March 17 to benefit Watanili and Support to Life.
“What do you do?” he asked at some point. “Like, back home. How do you spend your time? What do you do?”
Unlike a large portion of the student population, I decided to stay in Charlottesville over spring break.
Over winter break a friend convinced me, after some arm-twisting, to visit a psychic in Manhattan.
If we are to keep it up, we need people around us that can urge us onward.
I’ve never been to Trinity Irish Pub, but I think my experience will go like this ...
From pizza and tacos to ice cream and chocolate-covered espresso beans, these snacks will fill you up for March Madness.
This past Friday, after a long week of assignments crammed into a rigid schedule, my roommates and I decided it was time to let loose.
Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been a planner. For every play date and birthday party I had, there was a corresponding itinerary of activities with carefully allocated time slots.
On the sacred hall of 4L, room 431 is hailed for being the cleanest.
The power of a small-scale interaction was incredible and diffused feelings of alienation.
Grocery stores are where the magic happens.
This past weekend was this first time I had driven myself home from U.Va.
