In my very first column for The Cavalier Daily, I wrote about the time I fell down the stairs behind Bryan Hall and ripped a hole in my pants.
When we see something out of place in the undergraduate community, like an individual under the age of 18 or over the age of 22, it can be a shock.
We all have periods in our lives when things just won't work out. These periods can be brief or prolonged, and the problems tangible or emotionally rooted.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that friends are not always the best roommates, and as I am sure many of you discovered last week on Spring Break, sometimes friends are not the most hospitable traveling companions.
When I think about my Charlottesville experience as it draws to a close, two separate physical spaces come to my mind: the Grounds/Corner area (including JPA and 14th Street) and the Downtown Mall.
It's funny how distanced we are from family in college. There's the obvious "college, no parents!" but the physical distance is evident, too.
Despite my fear of getting towed for a second time, having a car here allows for numerous freedoms and luxuries.
Before I had a car in Charlottesville, I would often hear my friends whine about how hard it was to find parking around Grounds and downtown.
As I was sipping Swiss Miss Marshmallow Lovers from my favorite fish mug with the tail for the handle and recalling a recent phone conversation with a best friend, I began thinking about advice.
In many ways we're all pretty casual in college. We wear jeans and flip-flops like there's no tomorrow, eat and drink unhealthily, and watch really bad television instead of studying.
