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Posts published in “Mind of a Freshman”

Mind of a Freshman is an Opinion column written by one or two first-year Stevens students to discuss life experiences during their time at Stevens, and other related subject matter.

The light at the end of the tunnel

Once more, we reach this time of the semester. I may only be a freshman, but it is safe to say that I am over the midterm season.

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.

Thank you for being there

This past weekend, I unexpectedly had to leave school for a family emergency. I had a ton of responsibilities that I needed to manage, but it was my family. 

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.

Valentine’s day, but make it long distance

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.

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.

Sorority girls

I never thought that I would be rushing a sorority… and yet I am. 

If there is anything I have learned since being here at Stevens, it’s that not everything is as you would expect.

We’re at the end

And so it’s all wrapping up. My first semester is coming to a close. I feel the finals slump. I am so exhausted and worn out.

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?”

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.