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...
by Dallas Simms, The University of Virginia , '17
If they wanted to fly, they flew. If they wanted to disappear, they disappeared. I wasn’t just their mentor; I was their magician. This past summer, I had the opportunity to mentor 8-11 year olds in a special effects filmmaking workshop in Charlottesville, VA. I...
by Dallas Simms, The University of Virginia , '17
It’s probably just some phony call about winning a fake trip to Florida. I’ll let it go to voicemail. I hit play to half-listen to what I thought would be a robot speaking. Oh how wrong I was…Turns out, the voicemail was to inform me that my apartment’s water heater...
by Dallas Simms, The University of Virginia , '17
We are all too familiar with that blinking cursor in an empty word document. There is honestly not a worst sight in the world. The blinking is almost mocking you-a constant reminder that you are devoid of any intelligent or creative ideas. Ideas. So much of college is...
by Dallas Simms, The University of Virginia , '17
I was ruthless when it came to making money as a kid. My brother and I used to stroll a little red wagon full of our “drawings” around the neighborhood, hoping to use our 5-year old charm to sell them for $1 a piece. A few years later, we opened up a snow cone stand...
