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There's a new, hotshot broom sport, and frankly, it's a lot more exciting to watch.
Lifted straight from the pages of the popular Harry Potter series, Quidditch is now an official club sport at more than 300 universities and high schools in the U.S., according to the website of the International Quidditch Association, the sport's governing body.
A few weeks ago, I had to take a long train ride.
As the train pulled out of the station, the lady next to me struck up a conversation.
I know I can do it this time. I walk into D-hall, select a plate, place it on a tray and start heading for the broccoli.
Oh, Halloween. It's strange to think that you were only yesterday, because we college children have been celebrating the Skittles out of you for a week now.
A professor I'm profiling for a class told me something interesting recently.
We were talking about how, one day toward the middle of his career, he decided he wanted to sail around the Pacific Ocean.
This weekend, I have a 170-page book, a 50-page chapter and five 13-page articles to read and analyze.
Despite being a nice respite from sweaty lodges and packed apartments, going out in the Fan or downtown Richmond still has its trials, most of which stem from the fact that it's the "real world," outside of the confines of our cozy collegiate playground.
Here are the top five challenges a downtown partier might face, and how to be prepared for them:
1 Cab drivers.
Ah, Ring Dance. Currently one of the most hotly debated issues on the Collegian's website and surprisingly, I seem to be the centerpiece of some of the comments.
I did something this semester that I thought I would never do. I became dependent on caffeine.
I realized this today, as I downed an energy shot before a class because I knew the professor enjoyed making fun of drowsy students.
Two weeks ago, I started noticing stacks of stickers sitting next to the registers in the bookstore and at Passport Cafe.
We need to stop with the "first world problems."
Most of us have heard of it -- the trend of labeling minor, inconsequential issues as problems of the "first world."
It's supposed to be lighthearted and self-aware, and sometimes it can be.
I wanted a high-profile internship in New York this summer.
I thought it was the only type of internship that mattered --that could really help me out in the future--and I ground my computer keys into dust typing out so many cover letters.
Instead, I ended up with a position at a very small company near my house.
Needless to say, I wasn't feeling too positive on my first day.
I was bitter that the company wasn't better known; I was frustrated that I had to use a 1995 Dell and I dreaded the closed-in-on-three-sides cubicle.
But, as usual, I was wrong.
1. You are more aware of problems in Africa than anyone else. Now, I think we all ought to feel compassion for the issues plaguing the continent.
My mom always said there were three types of friends: those for a season, those for a reason and those for a lifetime.
When we were little, these categories didn't matter.
My friend from Spain can speak four languages. Most French people I met in Paris - most Europeans, for that matter - claimed to be "bad at English," but would proceed to speak with me at length almost fluently.
So why are we Americans so lacking in the language department?
The sun is out, the birds are singing, pollen is everywhere--whether we like it or not, summer's right around the corner.
I have two waitressing jobs, two hostessing jobs and one Dairy Queen Blizzard-making stint on my resume.
I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me. In a recent article published by "The Guardian" called "Top five regrets of the dying," this was cited as the most common regret of all, according to an Australian nurse who cared for patients during the last 12 weeks of their lives.
When I read this, I thought: Of course.
It's Sunday night and snowing. I have already slid and fallen once and changed out of sodden boots twice.
A montage of media clips flickers into focus in front of my armchair, and a matter-of-fact voice says: "There is a moral panic in America over young women's sexuality."
The voice belongs to feminist author Jessica Valenti, and the clips flash from her 2011 documentary called "The Purity Myth: How America's Obsession with Virginity is Hurting Young Women." My armchair is planted in the Westhampton Living Room, where I'm one of the few attendees outside of students from the Women in Living and Learning program who are hosting the screening.