Last week, I was sitting on the back steps of Tucker waiting for a ride to dinner with a friend, and enjoying the lull
'COLLEGE, NO PARENTS!'
45 upperclassmen must have cheered this
at me during Opening Convocation, but it took a while for the concept
of no parental supervision to
Every notable tragic hero has a tragic flaw. Achilles had
that problematic heel. Mine is a deathly love of maraschino cherries, and though I consider
It's three in the afternoon on the last day of work--the calm before the storm.
The last day has been surprisingly tame (excepting the 3-minute
Just last week, I finished my last paper of junior year.
'How is this possible?' you might wonder. 'You are less than three weeks away
When I'm asked what I love about W&M, a thousand disconnected
moments and experiences rush into my head. It's impossible to translate
this influx of emotion
Colonial people are people too.
I learned that the hard way one evening as I walked down Richmond
Road in an ankle-length pink gown, my breathing
Posted: 04 Jun 2008
have a problem with nostalgia, and am struck by attacks of nostalgia
more frequently than most. My only thought for the day
Before I say anything else, I'll just get it out of the way and
address the white elephant in the room--you're welcome for the Vanilla