Growing pains
By Peyton Williams | December 1, 2015I’m sitting in a coffee shop half a mile from my house – the house I’ve lived in my entire life.
I’m sitting in a coffee shop half a mile from my house – the house I’ve lived in my entire life.
My preschool class used to pray before our daily snack of graham crackers and lemonade: “God is great.
One day during October of my second year, I was sitting in my bed, struggling to breathe. I had lined my wall with sticky notes in an attempt to organize my thoughts on God.
Christian houses are a popular living option at U.Va., perhaps more so than on other college campuses.
I hate quitting; I think I was taught to hate quitting the moment I came out of the womb. Adults have always told me, “Find a passion and stick with it; stay committed.
Completing the “116 Things To Do Before You Graduate” list is a daunting task. Recently, my friends and I headed to the Lawn to pick up our copies of the infamous fourth-year checklist, feeling like it was a rite of passage.
Three weeks ago, my beloved cat and best friend, Lillie, died.
This summer, I learned I have absolutely no clue how to take a compliment. My mom continually asked me what constructive criticism I was receiving from my internship, and my awkward responses to positive praise definitely topped the list.
One of the many perks of being an in-state student is living close enough to home to steal my dog away for a few days.
This weekend marks a milestone for me — I’m finally turning 21, and I’ve tried to hold off on drinking until my 21st birthday.