It’s weird. Isn’t it? We are more than halfway through the 2022 Fall semester and it’s nearing Thanksgiving. Yes, I understand there are a plethora of projects and exams still to come for many of us; however, we are getting closer to another semester in the books (for first-years, one down, seven to go).
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Senioritis is an Opinion column written by one or two Stevens student(s) in their last year of study to discuss life experiences during their final year at Stevens, and other related subject matter.
Yesterday will have marked my first time performing in an in-person Stevens Dramatic Society (SDS) show since my first year. It’s been a wild ride in between, with several virtual productions, and work last year as President and Producer for SDS.
It’s Halloween already. Every day blends together, and this semester is going faster with ample stress on our shoulders. It is going fast enough that we are already a quarter of the way through the academic year, with seniors’ uncertain future approaching.
I go back and forth on whether appetizer samplers are worthwhile at restaurants. On the one hand, it’s great having multiple apps to choose from to get a sense of what you like best.
The most anxiety-inducing word at Stevens is “test” or “exam.” The speaking of either of these words means that there is a countdown clock for you to be prepared enough to spew whatever amount of knowledge you have onto paper.
The month of September flew by, and I didn’t realize until just now that it is the last first month I will have experienced as an undergraduate at Stevens.
Some of you may recall the recent Stevens Career Fair that took place on Wednesday, September 21. Hundreds of students throughout the day were in line waiting for their opportunity to speak with prospective employers and give them their resumes.
After last week, I am now officially in the thick of the semester. The norm of near-constant classes, meetings, rehearsals, and work have replaced the relative calm I experienced in my first several days back on campus.
Three years ago, Fall 2019, was my glimpse at normal college life. From little fear about health issues to always talking to new people, my first semester at Stevens was blissful, and I got to experience relationships without masks.
When we first hear of senioritis, it’s intended to provide relief: “You’ve worked this hard for so long – you’ve earned a break!”