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.
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.
I am currently writing this on Wednesday, April 22, for the issue coming out this Friday. For those of you who don’t know, that is really bad.
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.
I feel like one thing that I have always heard about, whether it be from older cousins, siblings, friends, or family, is that the Freshman Flu sucks.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.