I’ve resisted the nagging urge to write a column about this particular topic because of a previously perceived lack of substance, but sometimes my internal filter through which I pass all ideas gets polluted by particular aggravating experiences. We all know about famous French cuisine, and believe me when I say it meets expectations.
We are at that point in our young adult lives where self-expression begins to matter. The research papers we write, the special items of clothing that comprise our signature outfits, the concert tickets on which we splurge and the stubs we tuck away for safe memory-keeping.
Now that Starbucks is using its holiday cups, Barracks Road Shopping Center has hung its wreaths, and the back of Target looks like a Christmas tree forest, I think it is appropriate for me to write a column about why the holidays rock when you’re in college — a whole 35 days before Christmas. Around the holidays, it is hard to not be a little sad.
1) Family I would be nowhere without my family. There’s my mom, who forwards me about 12 emails a day about the happenings of Brad Pitt.
Melissa University involvement: Chi Alpha, club cross-country Ideal date (person): Tall, athletic, good-looking Ideal date (activity): My ideal date would consist of dinner and some fro-yo afterwards. If you could date any celebrity it would be: Ryan Gosling — he’s tall, hot, has a six-pack and was amazing in “The Notebook.” He’s every girl’s dream guy.
Dear unknown girl who refuses to wash her hands, You confuse me, you intrigue me and you disgust me.
Today my father is getting a pacemaker. At 21 I never thought I would say those words about my 61-year-old father.
Last week, our nation reelected Barack Obama to be the 44th president of the United States of America.
One of the biggest construction projects on Grounds currently is replacing the outdated residence halls in the Alderman Road area.
“The only thing Greeks like to do more than eat is to feed others,” said Graduate Education student Anna Karnaze, a member of the U.Va.
Has anyone in the history of the world ever attended a fraternity house while sober? Am I the only member of this sad minority?
Thanksgiving is so close I can almost smell my mom’s garlic mashed potatoes and gravy steaming on the stove.
Perfect students. We all know them — I mean, it’s U.Va. There’s the student with a 3.7 GPA who is active in six different clubs and president of two of them and still manages to work out two hours a day and eat healthy.
On any given night it is estimated that roughly 672,000 Americans experience homelessness and hunger, and one of every eight children under the age of 12 will go to sleep hungry.
1) Hang out in Cabell Hall: Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like University buildings go a little overboard with their heat usage.
The Downtown Mall is one of Charlottesville’s great attractions. The brick-paved outdoor strip is adorned with stores and restaurants, such as the chic boutique Bittersweet, the high-end sushi spot Ten and the beloved ice cream shop Chaps.
I’ve never really been a birthday person. In the past, the event has been riddled with enough anxiety to make it generally unpleasant.
I’m apt to loathe politics. It all seems to be happening so far away — in some other time, on some other planet.
What’s your favorite item in the closet? I have this amazing grey sweater that’s chunky with braided material on the arms from some thrift store in Staunton.
Hauling a heavy backpack across Grounds can be difficult, especially when attempting to walk from class to class in 10 minutes.
