It's spring break for UVA students, and I've been spending it by volunteering at middle schools, tutoring kids. It's the middle of the semester - spring 2020. Feelings - it's all going by so quickly.
Love is everywhere. It’s in the embrace of friends, it’s in the first moment of holding hands, it’s in mother’s kiss to her son’s cheek. It’s been in the air before Valentine’s day and it won’t stop after.
I’m doing something I’ve never done before. Writing a blog post on my phone. I have a bandaid on my finger and it’s hard to type well. It’s strange because I’m at a family party, one of those things where you have good food, but not a lot of fun, especially if you don’t know most of the people there.
During this semester, I was struggling in my French class. I had just received a low grade on one of my exams, and I was feeling stressed. One of my dormmates consoled me and encouraged me. “It’s just one bad grade. You have so many other chances to improve,” she said.