I looked from person to person and speculated about who was the hippest grandparent at the table.
Nobody told me that there was a uniform, so I whip out my phone and google “Nike shops near me."
You locked yourself out. Now comes the fury. You yell a string of obscenities and consider breaking the door down.
It’s been over a month since I moved from England to Virginia for my year abroad. American chick flicks are my guilty pleasure.
In Italy, food is not just an important part of national identity — it is the entirety of the national identity.
Embrace your inner Walt Whitman, damn right “I celebrate myself.”
“Seeing each other” implies something separate from “dating,” which differs from being “in a relationship” or “hanging out.”
I always tell myself I can study in bed and it’ll work out fine, but nine times out of 10, I fall asleep.
I would love to see Thomas Jefferson try a pumpkin spice latte.
For the last 50 years, students have selected an upstanding rising fourth-year to live in West Lawn Room 15 — commonly called the “Good Guy” Lawn room after Class of 1963 alumnus Gus Blagden.
After weeks of dining hall food, the prospect of a formally prepared meal was too tempting to pass up.
Whether in the ‘60s or in 2017, some things never change among University students — we all like to end our late nights with a sweet fix of doughnuts and ice cream or a delicious burger.
The apartment smelled different than I expected. Not bad, per se, but the odor of a foreign spice I had never experienced.
At worst, one’s mistakes are steps that take them closer to where they want to be.
"Apparently we decided it was a good idea that I buy a rent-a-car after we talked about the South Dakota thing."
Way worse than how anyone else perceived my background was how I perceived myself.
Turns out there are lots of settings on a toaster and for some reason one of them is “completely and totally charred.”
Let me tell you, Taylor, I did not march around middle school with your face on my pencil case for this to happen.
“Litterers are quitterers.” Those are the words of my third grade crush and he was right.
Use your newfound free time to conquer the food pyramid!
