by Dallas Simms, The University of Virginia , '17
On my way back from a spring break trip to New Orleans, I listened to an NPR podcast that was all about screens and the way social media enables us to capture and display memories in a timeless nature. Photos from 5 years ago pop up on our newsfeeds, and friends tend...
by Dallas Simms, The University of Virginia , '17
Sometimes normal prose can’t convey the kind of emotion that poetry can so I decided to make this post a bit experimental in nature. After binging every episode of Black Mirror over winter break, I began thinking about how my relationship with digital technology is...
by Dallas Simms, The University of Virginia , '17
Scromp (v) – succumbing oneself to the act of devouring I know, I know. Scromp isn’t actually a real word. But growing up, my friends and I used it constantly. We didn’t even have to explain it to each other. The way you emphasize the word—by really adding texture to...
by Dallas Simms, The University of Virginia , '17
On Sunday and Monday nights, I savor the silence. Because Tuesday through Saturday sound a lot like: “I want something else To get me through this Semi-charmed kind of life, baby, baby I want something else I’m not listening when you say Good-bye” It’s 1:40 AM...
by Dallas Simms, The University of Virginia , '17
I was crushing the interview, articulating my answers better than I had expected. I talked all about my hometown, my majors, my summer jobs and internships, my involvements in classes, and my future career aspirations. But then one seemingly simple question completely...
