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Posts published by “Jack Dietrich”

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I love watching movies. I make an effort to watch at least one movie a week. There is something just so incredibly special about so many different types of art being combined into one single medium.

A summer well spent

Coming off my first two semesters at Stevens, the summer had never felt more wide open. There wasn’t the anticipation of a new life event like the previous summer.

One down, three to go

With the exception of final exams and projects, my freshman year at Stevens is pretty much over. As I type this, it is a little hard to believe.

Why am I so exhausted all the time?

In high school, my day would start at around 6 a.m. and end around 9 p.m. For most of the year, I would be at school 45 minutes early for mock trial practice.

Midterm Mad Libs

Note: Jack slept through his deadline this week and was unreachable. Thus, Claire has gone through his drive and turned an old draft into a Mad Lib in place of a normal article.

Objection! I have no idea what I am doing!

This past weekend, the newly founded Stevens Mock Trial team competed in its first-ever regional tournament. Although we did not receive a bid to the next level, in my eyes, this tournament went exceedingly well, and the future of the mock trial at Stevens is bright.

What is the point of gatekeeping knowledge?

I love all sorts of music but there will always be a special place in my heart for French music. Over the last few years, as I have expanded my music taste, French artists always seem to find their way into my queue.

The second first semester

Only a few weeks ago, the Stevens population returned for the spring semester. While most came back this semester to continue in their given program, many freshmen— myself included—came back to start a new program as in the past month, we switched our majors.

Three weeks of limbo

As I was unpacking my stuff from Thanksgiving break, a thought crossed my mind. “How stupid is it that I am here for three weeks?”

The art of the side quest

I grew up in central Pennsylvania in a small town called Montoursville. If I were hanging out with friends past 11 p.m.