I constantly think back to Alumni Weekend.
It was the beginning of my term, and I was being introduced to alumni whom the past Editor-in-Chief already knew very well.
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Before starting my co-op, I had seen all kinds of leaders — from people who ran meetings by yelling the loudest, to people who barely raised their voice but somehow still commanded the room.
Whenever a new film attempts to adapt a beloved classic in literature, an angel gets their wings and bookworms gain another title to add to their TBR list.
Valentine’s Day feels like the most confusing holiday. It juxtaposes superficial acts of endearment and very traditional, healthy methods of courageous intimacy in a way that’s both condescending and admirable.
I did not expect my final project for HASS 103 to lead me into the streets of Hoboken, chasing down delivery drivers on e-bikes.
Chanel and Dior have finally shown their couture shows, and I have mixed feelings about the houses.
I have fought tooth and nail defending Matthieu Blazy since he started his time at Chanel because it felt like the old Chanel clientele, that were very commercially driven by Virginie Viard, which was not clicking with the minimalism that Blazy was infusing into his pieces.
World War II and the Holocaust stand among the darkest times in human history, and portraying them in film is extremely difficult while ensuring sensitivity and historical accuracy.
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.
A new year is here, and with it comes everyone’s favorite list: New Year’s resolutions. My friends and I have a habit of looking through past years’ lists and laughing at our naively optimistic expectations.
I think Taylor Swift says it best: “Please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere.” Even though I’m not exactly sure who she is talking about, whenever I hear this lyric, I can’t help but relate, especially as I slowly approach the end of my time in college.