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Posts published by “Claire Deans”

Tuition took my wallet, Black Friday gave it back

As college students, we all know the stress that comes with the high cost of tuition and budgeting. Thankfully, there are opportunities like Black Friday to help soften the blow of these high costs.

I hate cold showers

I hate cold showers. I remember every summer, racing my siblings back to the house from the pool, each trying to beat the other for the first shower.

White lily

The Victorian Language of Flowers was used for decades to relay feelings that people had a hard time expressing or were too embarrassed to share.

Old habits die hard

Typically, weekend plans consist of some variation of me being pulled out of my room by friends to whichever gathering they have thought up.

Professor Ying Wang receives $360K U.S. ARO Early Career Award

In June 2025, Stevens Professor Ying Wang from the Department of Systems Engineering received the prestigious Army Research Office (ARO) Early Career Award for her project titled “From Proactive to Autonomous: Dynamic Assurance in CPS via Formal-Fuzz Interactions and Posterior Formal Verification.”

Marigold

The Victorian Language of Flowers was used for decades to relay feelings that people had a hard time expressing or were too embarrassed to share.

Majors as Halloween costumes

Every major has something specific they are known for, and during Halloween season, the best way to show that off is through on-theme costumes.

Why do computers hate me

I was sitting in my Psychology of Happiness class when out of nowhere my screen went black. Not thinking anything of it, I tried to wake up my computer by moving my cursor and nothing happened, so I tried powering it back on.

Campanula

The Victorian Language of Flowers was used for decades to relay feelings that people had a hard time expressing or were too embarrassed to share.

Man’s best friend

Growing up, I was petrified of dogs. They were loud and scary, with teeth that were way too sharp. If one got even an inch too close to me, I would run to my dad and climb up his shoulders to hide from them.