Oh, college. I remember you sometimes-fondly, often not-so-fondly. See, I was bad at going to college. I got good grades and had friends, but I loved Charlottesville, Thomas Jefferson, and the idea of UVA more than I loved College: The Experience. Toward the end there, one of my peers described me as less a student and more a “townie who takes a lot of classes,” which I think was supposed to be an insult but was definitely true. I lived far from Grounds, worked far from Grounds, and cultivated relationships with long-time Charlottesvillians. I was glad I did that then, and I’m glad I did that now.
This guide grows out of an email I initially wrote to my friend Gill entitled “places for your to go and see and be and do in charlottesville, the nicest town in the entire world.” Gill was trying to impress his U.Va. grad wife by taking her to some places she hadn’t been in Charlottesville, and apparently this list helped.
This will be your face the whole time you’re there. It was my face for most of it.
I have virtually no photos from when I lived in Charlottesville that aren’t of my friends and me in younger, thinner, drunker, more beautiful days, because I left there in 2010, before the spread of smartphones. I’ve been back many, many times, but the photographs from those trips, too, are just a nostalgia binge. I’ve dug up a few good ones for you, and those are with the tips I’ve wrangled for you after the jump.
Y’all, these people are in Louisville RIGHT. NOW. I have nothing further to say.
I’m a little squicked out by freeganism, but Maximus Thaler is giving me something to think about for sure. Boston, where are you going to lunch?
So you agree? You think you’re really pretty?
Have you heard about this? That Princeton ladies need to “find husbands” on campus or…else…something terrible happens to them? I realize everyone is talking about this article, but I wanted to hear what y’all think about it. This isn’t really about Princeton, per se– my oldest friend in the whole world went there and is a perfectly nice, humble, sweet person who doesn’t think she’s better than you (although she’s really great and probably is). What it is about is why on earth women in this day and age are advising each other to define themselves with wherever their husbands spent time ages 18-22.
What do you think? Obviously, the waters of the dating pond are pretty choppy, but um…is it that bad? Am I delusional or something? What do you think?
Please raise your hand if you had a professor this brilliant and this delusional in college. If your hand isn’t raised, I assume you either chose to educate yourself or went to one of those places where everyone calls everyone by their first name or something. Related: lady has either great abs or a great Photoshopper.
I was crazy about Kate Nash in college because I think we’re exactly the same age and Foundations was about everything you experience between 18-22. I’m excited to announce that her new song, which is a cover, but for some reason has a different name, is awesome and completely different.