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Soldier (Brad Angelo)
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The thing I miss most about first year is the comfort and ease of having every class in the same room. CR-150, I miss you.
The thing I don’t miss about first year, because it’s the same in second year (maybe worse), is looking for an empty Learning Team (study) room.
While it may look like my friend Sarah and I were braving the great outdoors, I may or may not have cropped the big cabin with a full kitchen out of the photo.
I should note that the SY camping trip was a lot better than the First Year camping trip, since 1) there was an axe throwing competition, and 2) there was an axe throwing competition.
As I prepare for Second Year at Darden, I’m thinking more and more about getting the chance to fulfill my ultimate UVA dream: taking the “Thomas Jefferson Reading Seminar” and ruining it for everyone involved. Okay fine, I don’t really want to ruin it, but I do want to wear custom t-shirts to every class that will quietly express how I really feel about TJ. This is my first design idea.
I know, I know, I have a habit of attending schools either named after Thomas Jefferson or founded by him, but it doesn’t mean that I feel any sort of allegiance to the man or his legacy. In fact, I look at being at UVA as a great opportunity to spread my message. As an avowed Alexander Hamilton disciple, it’s my duty to sit on The Laaaaaawn* and remind everyone that there are other founding fathers much more deserving of our time and attention.
* At Mr. Jefferson’s University, people are too good for things like campuses and quads, and instead pretend that they have “Grounds” and a “Lawn.” If only Mr. Jefferson knew the horrible, debaucherous things that happened when the undergrads get drunk on his hallowed grounds.
LOOK AT MY ADORABLE CAT! LOOK AT HER!
Kids, whoever you end up being, I’m guessing that I’ll like you at least a little bit. You’ll have to be pretty freakin’ awesome if you want to compete with this pretty kitty, though.
I swear, she’s missing me while I’m in Chicago for the summer.
Instead of having our college summer intern Kelsey juggling lentil and rice kits under the caption of “what really happens,” I should have had a photo of myself Photoshopping a Facebook post for a few hours. That’s your mom, putting her (insanely expensive) business school skills to work.
Last day of section, we (David Graham) pied our section representative, Bill Besash. I was the collateral damage.
The beautiful thing about this situation is that Bill and I love Section B so much that we haven’t showered since the pieing.