It feels surreal to be typing this, because most days I feel like I haven’t even graduated. Yet, here I am writing advice to the class of 2021.
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Stevens was one of 53 universities across the country to participate in the Center for Disease Control’s mask surveillance study titled MASCUP!
Although I have a month until I walk across the stage at graduation, the time has finally come for my last column.
For a while I thought getting my undergraduate degree would be the last time I’d be a student. Because in a way, it can be.
We progress through life in stages. In each stage, we dedicate all of our time toward preparing ourselves for the next one.
It is with a heavy heart that I must announce that everyone’s favorite reporter, the Prince of Print, the Sultan of Satire, the Babe Ruth of Breaking News, Simon Pepa, is about to graduate from college and will tragically no longer grace the pages of The Stute with his topical and trendy articles.
As Stevens bids farewell to another class of Ducks bound for the workforce, President Biden has paused federal student loan payments until September.
When I attempt to construct a narrative of my four years at Stevens, to present a piecemeal construction of the 1348 days between my first permanent relocation to its campus and now, I am overwhelmed by the enormity of the totality of my experience.
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.
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.”