This is surreal. I am more than half-way done with my undergraduate education here at Stevens. You always hear graduates go on and on about how fast college flies by, but I can truly say that it hasn’t even felt like a week since I moved away and began the rest of my life here in Hoboken.
Posts published by “Tarik Kdiry”
I don’t really know how the business and humanities programs work here at Stevens, being an engineering major and whatnot, but I imagine it doesn’t always feel like a constant suffocation of your creativity.
Have you ever written a letter to your future self? Have you ever read one you wrote to yourself 5, 10, maybe 15 years ago?
Hello from my desk at work. This Monday morning was supposed to be just like any other old Monday morning. It’s around 8:30 a.m.
I have never really understood nostalgia. The concept of feeling nostalgic always seemed very strange to me. Everyone I know, at one point, has seen something, heard something, or even smelled something that, they say, “brings them back to a better time.”
Last April, the Entertainment Committee had a budget approved for a fall festival. After speaking to three different agents, EC compiled a list of ten different artists to perform at the festival.
I may not speak for all of us, but I imagine we don’t all love every second of being in school/work and would rather be somewhere else.
On Monday, the city of Hoboken unveiled its new memorial for the city’s victims of the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks at its annual interfaith service ceremony.
So let me give you a little background on myself. I am the youngest of four. My brother, the oldest sibling, is 25 years older than I am.
Autumn. Fall. These words are synonyms. Do either of them excite you? They sure excite me. For most of us, the autumn season is either one group of months surrounding Halloween, or a bitter reminder that the harsh, cold, and blistering winds of winter are coming.