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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.

Reunions and playgrounds

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?

On fashion

Walking into school was never an easy task, and doing it knowing my parents had dressed me from the bottoms of my feet to the top of my head made it even harder.

Dear Fall…

Dear Fall,

I love you. You are probably my one and only true love. I love how Hoboken suddenly goes from 70 degrees with the sun beating me down to 50 degrees the next day as you make a grand entrance with wind that creates tears of great joy in my eyes. 

The (comic) book

Tears welled and filled my eyes, blurring my vision as trails of snot rolled through my nose all the way down my face.

First month thoughts

I think we all know that college can be exciting yet overwhelming for many beginners, but what exactly is going through the freshmen minds?

My yearly fall tradition

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.

A mirror filled with reflections

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, goodbye yellow brick road

“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 shuffle of life

The world moves so fast that it can be hard to take a break, even if it’s only for a minute.

The fear of dying twice

There is one thing in the world that motivates me. It is neither the fear of failure nor tangible goals for my future.