I don’t get it — if we hate Virginia Tech so much, why do we want to be part of a tournament in which they’re participating? Wouldn’t that make us guilty by association? I don’t want any association with Virginia Tech.
The two happiest times of the year, Thanksgiving and winter break, are merely slices of bread on a stressful finals sandwich.
This is me using my platform for selfish reasons again, and I don't care.
Whether you’re a current first year who hasn’t gotten a real lecture yet or a rising fourth year whose eager to return to the things that once annoyed you, get ready and get excited.
I expect hate mail for this one.
If you’ve made it this far through the article without realizing that I don’t know anything about U.Va. basketball, here’s me letting you down easy — I’m the epitome of a casual fan.
While a lot of people hear games and think of Monopoly, there are other exciting activities online you can use to end your friendships in awful, bitter, catastrophic, car-crash-style fights.
Come join me in the land of freedom. There’s plenty of room.
Nothing will be more depressing than getting stressed over college finals in the same bedroom where your biggest worry used to be what to wear to school the next day.
Look, it’s not like I look amazing either. It’s 10 a.m. and we’ve all given up, but please, let me see a human face. Please, I’m so lonely.
