I sometimes say I can smell the seasons coming. The smell of decaying leaves wafts through the streets, and the 65-degree air permeates my nostrils and the stitches in my $19.99 Marshalls sweater.
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.
Have you ever played Geometry Dash and made it to the halfway checkpoint? Well, here we are at that point for this eventful fall semester.
Right across the river, I’m reminded how fast time passes. In the city, everything is changing all the time and too quickly for most people.
Do you happen to have essays, presentations, and quizzes all due this or next week? As freshmen, we are starting to get into the intensive part of our semesters, where we may have two or more exams in one week, followed by multiple assignments to complete.
So there I was, sitting in MIS 110: Creative Problem Solving in Computing, learning my first coding language, when I had a sudden realization: “Why am I here?”
By the time this article is published, three weeks would have gone by since the first day of our freshman year.
‘Twas the summer before college when all through the house, I was procrastinating packing, and slacking about.
This summer was memorable, but not in the way of crazy graduation parties, trips with friends in Europe, or having a major glow-up.
Dear first-year Ducks, I would like to congratulate everyone on achieving this great milestone in your life. As a fresh new Duck, I can testify how much emotion this experience has and will bring me for the next four plus years.
While walking to the park, I passed some girls taking graduation photos. My overly sentimental side kicked in so hard. This girl had the brightest smile, and I couldn’t help but picture myself in her shoes.
As the year ends, I wonder how I fit so much stuff into my shoebox of a dorm and how I will possibly get all of it out.