Autumn. The epitome of all good things the world has to offer. Every year the same
joyous smile sneaks its way onto my face upon seeing the first bright yellow leaves,
indicating the change yet to come.
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 peered into the 13.5” x 49.5” long mirror to notice my slightly-crooked red Target badge placed on the upper left side of my red shirt.
“So, Lauren, how was your freshman year?” my friends from home and distant family members ask. Well, I’m nearly positive that it is the most expected and cliché subject for a first-year student to write about in her final Mind of a Freshman column, but I’m coming clean in plain terms this time, instead of writing in metaphor as per usual.
The world moves so fast that it can be hard to take a break, even if it’s only for a minute.
There is one thing in the world that motivates me. It is neither the fear of failure nor tangible goals for my future.
I’m not going to lie, but I completely forgot I had an article due this week. So, here we are, Sunday night scrambling to put together enough coherent thoughts to fill the 550 word count of this column.
During High School, I participated in several clubs, including Hockey, Robotics Club, and Intramural Lacrosse. It was a great time in my life, and it was so easy!
“Dad, Dad, tell me a story pretty please,” says a three-year-old little girl as her father tucks her in to go to sleep.
Throughout high school, I was repeatedly told by adults that college would be the best years of my life. I always thought they were crazy.
I found some records today. Hoboken curbside posted on their Instagram regarding over 200 records sitting outside of an apartment building off of 5th street.