It might seem like a strange thing, but when I look back on the past four years at Stevens, I think about Plato’s allegory of the cave.
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It was 3:00 in the afternoon when I woke up to a faint noise of the announcement on board from the cabin crew and the captain herself, “As we have started to approach the city of New York, all the passengers are requested to open their window shades as the temperature outside is 3 degrees with clear skies.”
It almost feels like cheating at this point, but given I’ve been in China for exactly a year and one day (and given the rest of my family is still in America), I have a unique perspective on the two extreme ends of COVID-19 responses.
One of my fondest memories as a child was going to the General Motors Heritage Museum in Detroit, Michigan. One of my favorite cars from the visit was the 1939 Buick Phaeton.
Being a graduate student actually makes you more of an apprentice to your respective field of study and less of an innocent and inexperienced student.
Within my first couple semesters at Stevens, I was surprised by the lack of tools to automate schedule building. I thought there had to be a better way to plan my courses than making countless lists on paper or in spreadsheets.
Read advice from former Stute member and Stevens alumna, Namankita Rana.
My family has been involved in emergency medicine for the last 4 generations.
When Stevens started cancelling events in the first week of March, everyone in Stevens Dramatic Society (SDS) hoped and prayed that our production of The Addams Family would be spared.
Over a decade ago, you had your first day of school. You got up early and hopped on a bus or in your mom’s ’95 Plymouth and fell asleep en route to kindergarten.