Hello fellow foodies! When I think of Valentine’s Day, I think of desserts. Valentine’s Day screams chocolate-covered strawberries, candy hearts, and red velvet.
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I constantly think back to Alumni Weekend.
It was the beginning of my term, and I was being introduced to alumni whom the past Editor-in-Chief already knew very well.
Before starting my co-op, I had seen all kinds of leaders — from people who ran meetings by yelling the loudest, to people who barely raised their voice but somehow still commanded the room.
Whenever a new film attempts to adapt a beloved classic in literature, an angel gets their wings and bookworms gain another title to add to their TBR list.
Valentine’s Day feels like the most confusing holiday. It juxtaposes superficial acts of endearment and very traditional, healthy methods of courageous intimacy in a way that’s both condescending and admirable.
This past year, I have gone on 10 first dates with the complete intention of remaining single. This may seem counterproductive, but in a society where we barely interact with people outside of our close circles, I took on this “challenge” as a way to better understand how our generation navigates dating generally, especially when it comes to meeting strangers.
I did not expect my final project for HASS 103 to lead me into the streets of Hoboken, chasing down delivery drivers on e-bikes.
Before watching the movie, La La Land seemed like another romantic movie of bright colors, beautiful music, and two people falling in love in Los Angeles.
I have always been a bit of a “romantic.” I love making gifts for my friends and family, and showing them special ways to say I love you.
I grew up in a home that celebrated everything. Every Christmas was a celebration, every Easter was an egg hunt, every Halloween was a full decked out (not scary at all) haunted house.