I hate quitting; I think I was taught to hate quitting the moment I came out of the womb. Adults have always told me, “Find a passion and stick with it; stay committed.
A few days ago, I walked into the bookstore of our illustrious University to see if they would buy back any of the books I spent so much money on last semester.
I spend more time than I care to admit perusing YouTube in search of valedictory and commencement addresses.
As much as it pains me to admit to such a typical, regular and average thing, I am from the not-so-mysterious suburban wonderland of “NoVA.” Coming to UVA from such an infamous area as a first year last fall seemed to have its perks— growing up in close proximity to a sizable piece of the University population, yada yada yada.
As most students know, the first month of school is filled with constant adjustments and non-stop activity.
With the opening of Gibbons dorm this fall in the Alderman Road Residence Area, Housing and Residence Life has moved its central office from Dabney to Gibbons in an effort to consolidate its large staff.
A day without any screen-time is far harder than it sounds.
There’s a very special place in my heart reserved for the farmers’ market – to the right of the spot for Christmas decorations and above the spot for eating Pringles five at a time.
Growing up, it was almost impossible for me to sit through Sunday services at St. Luke’s church without some kind of distraction.
My adolescent years were steeped in feelings towards resentfulness of 6 a.m. wakeup calls.
When students arrive at the University, many yearn to find their places by bonding with certain groups of people and feeling as though they “fit in.” One tool many groups on Grounds use to foster intimacy in a group is a process called hazing. Merriam Webster Dictionary defines hazing as “[harassing] by exacting unnecessary or disagreeable work.” While many forms of hazing are thought of as “bonding,” other forms can lead to more extreme outcomes, such as death.
Sean and Grace met at the Rotunda at 7 p.m. and went to Lemongrass on the Corner. Sean: My friend and I enjoyed reading all the old Love Connections and we decided to fill out an application.
Contemplation at U.Va. aims to do more than provide activities and resources for students — the CIO members want to create a community.
For third-year Curry student Keaton Wadzinski, the value of an education goes beyond a number on a tuition bill.
White girls next to world monuments, white girls trying “exotic cuisines,” white girls in matching Lilly Pulitzer dresses drinking matching $10 frozen lemonades, an inexplicable number of white girls on the beach — these are the images that have taken over my social media this past week as sorority recruitment started. Seemingly overnight, my newsfeed was flooded with links to sorority Facebook pages and Tumblrs and clever photo captions with Greek letters mixed in.
In case you missed it, the Department of Treasury is in the process of choosing a woman to be the new face of the $10 bill.
Well, after a weekend’s worth of festivities and full-blown procrastination, the inevitable Sunday morning panic has arrived.
Completing the “116 Things To Do Before You Graduate” list is a daunting task. Recently, my friends and I headed to the Lawn to pick up our copies of the infamous fourth-year checklist, feeling like it was a rite of passage.
My roommate hates interventions. I learned this last spring when I took on the role of mother and demanded she get some more sleep, for her own good.
The office was silent, save for the sound of clicking keyboards. I felt my coworkers’ presences looming all around me in our tight working space.
