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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.

Ghosts on vinyl

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.

McDonald’s sundaes and puffy jackets

Let’s talk about McDonald’s hot fudge sundaes. A cup of soft serve vanilla ice cream with a generous topping of hot fudge—simple but delicious.

Winter break or winter ache

After finishing my last exam, I wished I had asked my parents to pick me up that night instead of the following day.

The pilot who fears flying: a memoir

Once you taste the honey-sweet tang of pure, unadulterated control, you will desire for nothing else. 

“Mayday. Mayday. Mayday. This is November – Delta – five – one – two going down at 40.3 North, -73.4 West.

Stress, winter, and procrastination, oh my!

Winter break is approaching, and all I can think about is finals. The majority of Stevens students seem to have an endless list of tests to prepare for, papers to write, and projects to complete.

From angry engineer to psyched psychologist

When I was applying to colleges, I considered majoring in Industrial Engineering, Business, or Psychology. Industrial Engineering seemed the most versatile, Business was the most natural for me, and Psychology was a new interest I had discovered towards the end of high school.

Sustainability, college, and being patient with yourself

About one year ago, I had a life-changing realization. I was taking a shower, following my usual shampoo and conditioner routine, and suddenly I realized that every single product in the shower was plastic.

The harbinger of winter

The air has turned brisk. Red and yellow leaves fall; a frosting on the streets. Days are getting shorter, and the nights are growing longer.

Find joy in getting dressed

Throughout elementary school, I wore color-coordinated clothes that were carefully selected by my grandma. Even though we did not live in the same house, she managed to plan many of my outfits through detailed descriptions explained over the phone.

Lost on a subway

If there are only so many waking hours in a day, why not make the absolute most of every second? 

Now, imagine you’re on a subway.