A few weeks ago, myself and my friends visited the Chelsea art galleries in New York City, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.
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Passing through a park in Manhattan recently, I spotted a plaque with a poem on it, “Nature Poem,” by Tommy Pico.
“Quietly devastating.” This comment written on the back of the book could not be closer to the feeling left after finishing the book.
About one year ago, I had a life-changing realization. I was taking a shower, following my usual shampoo and conditioner routine, and suddenly I realized that every single product in the shower was plastic.
I know so many people that refuse to watch foreign films purely because they have subtitles. There are countless amazing films that don’t get the publicity they deserve due to the fact that people don’t like subtitles or don’t like the look of it dubbed.
Something I have recently come to realize is that if I had not chosen to attend Stevens, it is very unlikely I’d be in the situation I am now—living in an apartment not owned by the school and not being on a meal plan.
Around this time last year was the 2020 presidential election. My editorial from that time unsurprisingly indicated I was “glued to the TV from November 3 to November 8 […] my week of intense news watching and listening.”
It never ceases to surprise me how much my life has changed over the years. I used to be a high schooler waiting for the moment I could get a driver’s license; and here I am, several years later, about to graduate college and enter the workforce.
In a surprise move after the raucous Halloween weekend just last week, President Farvardin announced that Stevens would be hosting an epic party in the coming weeks that would consume the entire campus.
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.” Or in this case, replace “a rose” with “Facebook” and “sweet” with “sour.”