Working as a camp counselor this summer, I was reacquainted with how children view the world. After countless “Stop butting me!” cries and “But he started it!” exclamations, I began to reflect on the days when my biggest worry was whether I was first or second in line for a minute-long walk down the hallway.
At this point in my life, I can summarize my collegiate success into a three-digit GPA, fit 20 years worth of sweat and tears into a one-page resume and measure the quality of my education based on the Princeton Review’s rating of my university. In other words, if need be, I am 100 percent quantifiable. And, truth be told, you are too.
Waking up ready and alive is a skill that my poor, feeble, sleepy figure just simply cannot master. The morning routine includes: One, the classic pillow-over-head maneuver to block out easterly sunshine.
This summer, I got my first real job: nannying. When I agreed to the job, it was unbeknownst to me, though, that it would prompt me to rethink my entire position on parenthood, and on children in general.
There’s a strange mindset that accompanies the beginning of my fourth and last year here at U.Va., a sort of inner panging or homesickness for something but I don’t really know what.
Each fall, U.Va. students are reminded of the spirited extracurricular involvement which defines life on Grounds — and the tendency for many engaging groups to be pushed out of the spotlight.
Buddhist Biker Bar: A personal perspective Crozet Pizza occupies the Corner with a side of zest by Tyler Gurney Cavalier Daily Columnist Nationally recognized Crozet Pizza has made a historic move — literally and figuratively speaking.
Edgar welcomes syllabus week, add/drop anxiety and unruly roommates back to Grounds.
1. Meal plan You never think you’ll be thankful for a meal plan until your parents are out to dinner, your car is out of gas and you’re seriously hungry for something that doesn’t come out of a box.
To hear the Office of Admissions tell it, each successive class attending the University seems more impressive than the last.
Though a bittersweet truth, summer has come to an end. While some of us spent our days lazing in the sun at the beach, sprawling across our couches watching TV with the ‘rents and gorging ourselves on home-cooked meals, many students were working out in the mythical “real world.” For the past two summers, second-year Engineering student Grace Wusk has interned at the NASA Langley Research Center in Hampton, Va.
The legendary Crozet Pizza has found a new home at the Buddhist Biker Bar on Elliewood Avenue, taking the place of outdoor restaurant and bar The Backyard.
Snapchat may just be the most revolutionary app of our generation. It’s become an art, really.
What happens when you set up Joe Harris and his friend on a double blind date? Hilarity.
The world of news may be changing quickly — but that doesn’t mean young people should be left behind in the fray. With this ideal in mind, fourth-year Engineering student Frank Aikhu and fourth-year College student Nenneya Shields co-founded online newspaper “JumbleTalk,” which acts as an opportunity for people ages 17 to 27 to have their voices heard on relevant issues through coverage of news stories from anywhere in the world. These “jumblers,” the term Aikhu and Shields used to describe citizen journalists who contribute articles to the newspaper, are “very conscious about the world [and] have comments that stimulate thought,” said Shields.
Spring always emanates a bit of nostalgia for me. Be it the time of year for homecomings, or the intimidating season for the donning of boxy caps and gowns and the playing of “Pomp and Circumstance,” the time frame between March and May reinvigorates that nostalgic twinge from within.
In light of the upcoming Foxfield races, the University’s Gordie Center for Substance Abuse is holding a “teaser campaign” this week, involving flyering and painting Beta bridge, in order to raise awareness for the dangers of substance abuse.
During my second year, I discovered the overlap between my two realms of study: writing and medicine.
Two Saturdays ago, as my roommate and I lay on the roof of my house on Gordon Avenue planning out our afternoon activities, my roommate asked to see my phone.
I am seriously obsessed with fantasy series. One of my earliest memories is of reading children’s books brimming with unicorns and fairies.
