Hello everybody, I’m Tarik Kdiry. I know this may be a bit unexpected, but I promise everything will be okay. First, let me explain: It’s been quite a week for all of us, I’m sure, what with the elections this week and the familiar workload we all deal with on a daily basis.
Posts published in “Opinion”
It’s finally here: that dreaded joke of an election we have all been waiting for. With the election just around the corner, the folks down in Silicon Valley are raising some concerns regarding the possibility of a large hack.
I can’t help but like how much the East Side has preserved its character. I know the West Side is a lot trendier and more popular, but that just seems to drain out the area’s character.
At a recent artificial intelligence conference, listening to smart people ponder what super-smart machines will be like, I kept thinking of things I’d heard, watched and read before.
This week I’ve been experiencing the weirdest sensation; it’s not painful, but never have I felt more like a child. I constantly put my fingers in my mouth, biting down, because I can feel my wisdom teeth coming in.
Women’s Programs hosted a Leadership Conference: Women Empowering Women on Saturday and I was so happy that it wasn’t all about feminism, the gender pay gap, or misogyny.
It’s slowly becoming that point in the semester where all of the days mush together. Everyone on campus is a collective hot mess as they run around in their flawless Stevens sweatpants, trying to get everything done.
Sal Finocchiaro, originally from Clifton, NJ, is a junior Biomedical Engineering student at Stevens, as well as the new concertmaster of the Stevens Orchestra.
You are a born narcissist. You know you are conscious, and you don’t worry about whether others are too, because only your experiences matter.
Not many people who have taken a train from Penn Station have enjoyed doing so. It’s a crowded and disorderly mess of a train terminal.