It’s quite fitting to my personality that I call my birthday “Katie Day.” Despite that the title might indicate otherwise, I’m not a narcissistic person.
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I’ve been living under a rock for roughly the past year and half; so, I recently found out that Donald Trump decided that he wasn’t hated enough as a New York City landlord, so he decided to run for President of the United States and, upon entering office, temporarily suspend immigration from several countries.
Hello friend, thanks for taking the time to have this moment with me again. I hope you have had a great week and are looking forward to a great weekend.
One of my biggest short comings as a college student is that I don’t really eat ramen. Most of my bag soups are just standard chicken broths with dumplings, and the first time I ever had ramen (at a KSA event), I was way too bold, and had a bad experience.
Two recent stories in Scientific American have me contemplating, once again, the terrible possibility that psychopharmacology hurts more people than it helps.
It’s already ten days into February! Man, is it hectic! Even more so than last semester, my schedule is packed, and the main culprits are CS115 and APO.
I was talking with some friends, and an interesting discussion topic came up: someone said, “Oh, my parents don’t mind paying for a fifth year.”
When I told my friend I wanted to check out Mamoun’s Falafel her first reaction was “Really? Of all the places in Hoboken you pick Mamoun’s?”.
It’s time for a recommendation that’s certainly unique to New York, yet not touristy. Actually, it’ll be beyond “not touristy;” it’s so underappreciated that most of my close friends don’t even go there.
I was in Washington, D.C., on Inauguration Day, January 20, and have some things to get off my chest about violence I witnessed.