Studying Category
Of Procrastination and Homecoming
Nov. 2, 2015—It’s a cliché, but it’s true: College is definitely not all fun and games. I mean there is a lot of fun and there was definitely a game, specifically, the Homecoming game, but more on that later. The thing about college so far is that it hasn’t necessarily been impossibly difficult content-wise. The real issue is...
Best (Convenient) Off Campus Study Spots
Oct. 27, 2015—As a Vanderbilt student, there's always work to be done. As soon as one assignment is over, it's on to the next one. However, that doesn't mean you can't mix it up and give yourself a change of scenery. Check out some of my favorite off campus study spots to camp out for the day and get work done.
College Scholars Honors Seminars: The Microbiome to Italian Film
Oct. 26, 2015—Imagine my surprise when the counselor told me that instead of taking a FYWS (First-Year Writing Seminar), I could take an Honors Seminar instead, through the College Scholars Program! Oh, how I love the Cornelius Vanderbilt scholarship!
Let Me Tell You About the Education Major
Oct. 11, 2015—Now that I’m in my second year at Vanderbilt, I have a pretty standard list of points to hit when people ask me why I love my school. Campus during the fall? Check. Being surrounded by cool people? Check. Eating at Bamboo Bistro, our on-campus pho restaurant? Check. The overwhelming amount of opportunities to get...
A ‘Major’ Decision
Oct. 8, 2015—Making my relationship with economics official; we're in for the long haul.
On Unchecked Boxes and Sophomore Year
Oct. 7, 2015—Hi. My name is Lee, and I’m a compulsive to-do list maker with a schedule that barely gives me time to eat sitting down. (Cue soft chorus of “hi, Lee”s from the assembled crowd, Styrofoam cups of instant coffee with non-dairy creamer teetering on their knees.)
This is Vanderbilt.
Oct. 7, 2015—I spun through the air and then landed on the concrete, laughing. It was midnight and Zack and I had just attempted the swing dancing routine Around the World. Around us, about seventy-five people swing danced, whirling around in sundresses or sweatpants, their feet scraping against the floor of the top of the parking garage.
