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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.

Beignets over cheesecake

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.

What am I doing here?

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.

The creatures in the sky

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.

Reflections and afterthoughts

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.

Allowing yourself time to recharge

I think it’s important to make time for hobbies. It’s easy to get stuck in a routine that eliminates doing things that aren’t necessarily relevant to your academics.

I disagree, but I’m listening

One of my favorite television shows is Last Man Standing. If you know anything about the show you know that the main character, Mike Baxter, has strong conservative political views.

An 18-year-old mind in disarray

Honestly, college is low-key weird. I say “weird” for the sole reason that I just have a lot of thoughts, and it’s the best word that I can think of to sum them all up.

A home of my own

Natalie Todaro explores the importance of self-love.

An encounter with my purpose

It’s the first day of fall. A cool breeze is present, but warmth from the shining sun is cast upon my dĂ©colletage.