I can’t help but feel sentimental that this is my last Mind of a Freshman column for the academic year. I swear it was just the other day that I was drafting my sample to send in to be considered as a columnist.
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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.
Every Saturday morning, I execute the same routine. Wake up at 9 a.m., get ready, fill my backpack up with school books, block out the world with Spotify, and head out to Pierce for breakfast and a few hours of schoolwork – just a morning to myself.
When I love something, I really love it. I’m hopelessly romantic, selfishly optimistic, and genuinely empathetic. I’m emotional but realistic, dramatic but sensitive, and unapologetically expressive but introverted.
For the past couple of months, I’ve been trying to sort out my plans for the summer. My main focus is landing an internship, and I’ve already applied to six different ones.
"I don't really believe in coincidences being simply coincidences."
I’m not really the type of person who doodles during class. I’m more of the pen-tapper, knuckle-breaker, glancing-at-the-clock-every-five-minutes type of person.
As opposed to a lot of Stevens students, I’m not from New Jersey. My home is New York, and I grew up frequently visiting Manhattan.
For a while during my first semester, I felt as though I didn’t fit here at Stevens. I had spent so much time dreaming about Stevens during my senior year of high school, knowing that it was the perfect school for me, only to be thrown into a pool filled with people I couldn’t relate to outside of my major, Music and Technology.
I believe that everyone should know something about the night sky. Whether it be as simple as being able to recognize one constellation, or as complex as knowing all 88 of them, looking up at the sky changes something in you.
For my final column of the semester, you may be expecting me to reflect on my first semester of college. Initially, that was my idea as well, so I sat down to write and tried to think about the past three and a half months.