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.
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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.
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.
As the rainy season and the low clouds mask this small city, we start round two of our first year at Stevens.
The days pass by as we rush towards finals week, almost crossing the finish line for this first semester. It’s funny how it seems like just yesterday we all were trying to settle into college.
The smell of burning wood, the warmth of the fire, the comfort of the soft yellow lights. There is nothing like home.
The branch leads up straight into the air and then sharply turns to the right as if it’s deflecting its head from the exposed sun.
You wake up one morning feeling very nauseous and a weird kind of warm. You feel hot, but you can’t stop shivering.
“Halloweekend:” the amount of times I’ve seen this word over the past week blows my mind. It was all good until Mark Zuckerberg got tired of the Halloween posts and decided to suspend a bunch of Instagram accounts—mine included.
You know the feeling of getting under the warm comforter as you prepare yourself for sleep during winter? The undeniable cozy feeling that keeps you so comfortable that you start thanking the creator of beds and comforters?