‘Munchie Mart’
Cooking on the Meal Plan
Jan. 28, 2020—My older sister graduated from culinary school, and so naturally, cooking is in my blood. However, Vanderbilt requires that all students who live on-campus purchase a meal plan. In an effort to not waste money, I try to cook with groceries that are on the meal plan. We have little stores called Munchie Marts, and...
Vandy Meals: A Day in the Life
Aug. 29, 2017—As a junior, a lot has changed since freshman year regarding my meal plan. This year, I decided to go on the 14 meals a week plan, while sophomore year I had 19 meals a week, and freshman year I had 21 meals a week. I mainly decided on this change because I’m living in...
My (Real) Vanderbilt Experience: It’s a Success (Sort of)
Mar. 7, 2016—It’s 2:00 AM and I’m at Stevenson Library. On my right are five research papers, newly printed and stapled. On my left is my planner, covered in writing. My head’s buzzing with all the stuff I have to do and I’m trying to keep everything under control. And one thought above all: College is so much harder than I thought it was.
The Myth of Love at First College Tour: A Highly Indecisive Student’s Guide to Choosing Vandy
Apr. 11, 2015—And finally, one last truth: choosing to come to Vanderbilt was the best decision I have made in my entire life, and I cannot imagine being happier anywhere else.
I Missed Being a Stereotypical College Student
Nov. 30, 2014—So I just returned from my first time away from Vanderbilt in THREE MONTHS, and let me tell you, it is good to be back. Don’t get me wrong, it was great seeing my friends and family back at home, and even better getting a break from class and tests and essays and homework and...
Pancake Breakfast Pals
May. 2, 2014—The key to a great morning is six cups of Bisquick, a dozen eggs, and wonderful friends with which to share it.
There’s no place like “home”…
Sep. 13, 2012—The warm weather, beautiful breeze and calm atmosphere obviously promoted a time of self-reflection. My old house Gillette is visible from the front of the Commons center and every time I see it, I hear a contented voice in my head sigh: “home”.