Last Monday in an eastbound 737, I looked at, rather than through, the multi-paned airplane window.
I uncovered a family secret over break – my grandmother was married once before she tied the knot with my grandpa.
I wake up to the feeling of crisp and freshly washed sheets enveloping me and the sound of my family talking downstairs, their voices reverberating softly throughout the house.
I used to get sick often when I was little, and I loved it. It would usually be bad enough for me to miss out on school but not too horrible I couldn’t still play during my day off.
Look — I’m not always the paragon of “smooth.” I mean, I think I’m a pretty cool guy.
The granola bar in the bottom of your backpack — when did you put that in your backpack? Last week, last month, last semester?
Believe it or not, it took a colossal amount of effort to find my way to the Elson Student Health building, and it wasn’t due to my geographically challenged nature – which, trust me, was a force to be reckoned with.
I'm a planner. I like to write out my weekly schedule on a sticky note on my MacBook — my version of an agenda.
This Saturday, Habitat for Humanity at U.Va. held its annual Rake-a-Thon along with Habitat for Humanity of Greater Charlottesville and student-led CIOs.
This holiday season, 150 more families will have gifts and food to celebrate thanks to Madison House’s Holiday Sharing Program.
The Women’s Center hosted Perfect Illusions — an event to promote body positivity and spread awareness about eating disorders, in Newcomb Hall Wednesday night.
With the holidays quickly approaching, the spirit of the season is palpable on Grounds.
Lighting of the Lawn is one of those traditions students think about more and more as the holiday season approaches, discussing the lights show, speculating who will read the fourth-year poem and estimating how early they will need to arrive to ensure a good view.
Alex and Mark talked over dinner at the Virginian on both of their first blind dates.
Giving thanks for the characters in your life
Based out of Cusco, Peru, PAKA’s mission is to “provide Peruvian women weavers with resources to share their talent with the world while financially empowering themselves."
A few weeks ago I stumbled upon an unconventional email from the Politics department listserv — one broadcasting free Turkish lessons rather than Washington, D.C. based internships.
In light of recent events, I’ve been bombarded with a sense of mourning from the people around me.
After scrambling into the car and picking up our last passenger, we were off to visit the National Museum of African-American History and Culture.
Early in my first semester, my friend told me a memorable story about failure.
