Up until this point in our lives, life outside of school seemed almost imaginary. Over the course of the last four years, we exchanged early bedtimes for late nights filled with studying and socializing, swapped class schedules for Workday registrations, gave up summer breaks for professional growth, and left behind our hometown history to shape new identities in a place with seemingly boundless opportunity.
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I’ve really had to think hard about the last three years because so much has happened. In reality, they feel a lot like a blur, with alarms set before sunrise, rushing out the door half-awake, bouncing between work, school, home, and hitting “submit” on assignments way too close to the deadline.
Maybe I’m just lucky.
At the most important juncture of my life, I decided to attend Stevens during my senior year of high school.
After having a conversation with someone during the budget meeting, we had an in-depth conversation about the confusing nature of fashion right now.
Most films about class and social hierarchy are filmed to tell you who to root for. Parasite, directed by Bong Joon-Ho, makes it difficult to root for either family in the film.
The Victorian Language of Flowers was used for decades to relay feelings that people had a hard time expressing or were too embarrassed to share.
With the exception of final exams and projects, my freshman year at Stevens is pretty much over. As I type this, it is a little hard to believe.
At the beginning of this school year, I had a plan. I knew what I wanted my schedule to look like, how productive I was going to be, and who I thought I’d become by the end of it.
This weekend, I came back from home to find pages of The Stute torn and stomped on outside my room, scattered across the hallway.
Dear Freshman Year Abby,
Hey. It’s you… from the future. I wanted to use my last Senioritis article to write to you and give some spoiler alerts for your next three years.