I spent the last two days in Massachusetts, helping my sister move out of her summer dorm (she does research at her college during the summer), and found it appalling how there was no air conditioning in said dorm. Now that I think about it, I believe some halls at UVA are afflicted with this same ailment. Those affected by this tragedy, I call The Uncooled. Back at the University of Richmond, we were lucky - students had long since petitioned to cure their campus of The Uncooled. Mount Holyoke and the University of Virginia haven’t been so lucky.

So, students of college campuses everywhere, it is your duty to fight this disease. The battle may be long and trying - you may very well not see the end of it during your four short years there. But don’t do it for yourself: do it for the poor souls that will come after you, for no student deserves to be Uncooled.

Fight for Health. Fight for Life. Fight The Uncooled. (Seriously, just get some air conditioning)

Other than my discomfort temperature-wise, there was only one other thing that disturbed me. At the Charlotte airport on my way back, there was this little girl (must have been about eight). She was listening to a Carrie Underwood song (on repeat for about fifteen minutes) on her iPod far too loudly. She’s eight, she’s got a $300 MP3 player, and she’s listening to Carrie Underwood - specifically a song about a woman vandalizing a guy’s car with a baseball bat. What isn’t wrong with that picture?

I stayed in Tuttle at UVA when I was at the Young Writers Workshop, and we were “encouraged to bring fans and/or AC units.” I brought a fan and still sweltered every night and morning that I was indoors. I wanted to fight the Uncooled very forcibly after that.