“It’s hard to be humble when you’re from Georgetown.”
For years, the cheeky saying stared back at me from a needlepoint pillow in my parents’ bedroom. It belongs to my dad, Robert Gerard...
During my time as a Georgetown student, I walked across the trolley tracks on O Street, slipped on their smooth surface in the blizzard last year and even pointed them out in a neighborhood tour for newly...
They say you cannot choose family, but given the choice, I would choose mine.
My family is a bit like a cast of characters. The five of us, plus our two dogs, could be filmed on location in our Dallas...
“Wow, that’s so intense for a spring break trip!” “Won’t you get jet-lagged?” “What’s the time difference?”
These are just some of the reactions I heard upon telling people that I...
My most distinct memory of the Middle East is of a soldier who did not wear a military uniform but instead a royal blue polo. I’m not sure why he was dressed differently, but he carried himself differently...
It has been seven weeks since you left home to come to Georgetown. Whether you are returning for another killer year or are a first timer on the Hilltop, it is still hard being away from your family...
On May 21, I will walk onto a stage on Healy Lawn, shake University President John J. DeGioia’s hand and receive my Bachelor of Science diploma. Like many students at Georgetown, I will be the first...
Walking out of Lauinger Library at 4 a.m. after a long night writing a paper and looking up to see Healy Hall towering, stable and beautiful, always makes me pause and remember how special this campus...
[gview file="https://www.thehoya.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/A3_Cartoon.tif"] Monday nights for me, since the latter days of August, have meant calls home to my mother, sister and father. I usually...
When I left my home in Las Vegas, Nev., to come to Georgetown, I knew I was leaving behind a special part of my life. I have grown up as an avid fan of the New York Mets. Having inherited this team from...
The deadline to submit your creative nonfiction for The Hoya's Love Locks special issue is fast approaching. If, for some strange reason, you don't know what this is, here's a description of the project:
Inspired...
Our family used to have a dog. Sometimes, I almost forget what he looked like, what he sounded like, or even what he smelled like. It has been five years since a change of jobs and an impending move to...
