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.
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.
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.
My freshman year has been fantastic. Well, not really. But it hasn’t been terrible, and because of that, I hate complaining.
Now, in my second semester, the pain of the new “University Towers” is hitting me. I’ll give you a glimpse into the life of me, an obvious freshman student.
Take a deeeep breath. Go ahead. Now let it go. Do that a couple more times. Now, it’s time for me to ruin your relaxation.
When I entered high school, I was highly optimistic about the world. I had a great sense of school spirit, loved all of my teachers, and wanted to make the most out of my four years.
The unbelievably great weather in Hoboken came to an end with the start of drizzles and harsh winds this past weekend.
When I was 10 years old, I believed that I would become a Michelin-star chef living in New York City. I watched every episode of Chopped, Master Chef, and Barefoot Contessa.
My high school friend came to visit this weekend with her two college friends. As we battled through the stinging Hoboken winds and settled in the heavenly warmth of a Thai restaurant, we somehow entered a conversation about “NPCs.”
Before I got to college, I had extreme anxiety about time management. Every friend, teacher, or TikTok user made it clear that managing your time wisely was crucial to success in college.