In Washington D.C., the National Gallery of Art has an outdoor Sculpture Garden which I frequented with my family whenever we would visit.
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I felt senioritis hit me hard these past two weeks. At the 100 Days til Graduation event, I heard professors speak about what Stevens will mean to me, and how we are an exceptional class as the COVID year.
As the cold wind blows like the most recent test you took, goosebumps rise like the cost of the standard of living and teeth are chattering like monkeys.
Now, the title may seem like I have improved at avoiding procrastination, but it is quite the opposite. If you have ever left an assignment for the last minute and turned it in to receive an acceptable score, then you would know the feeling of accomplishment.
So, if you haven’t already gathered from the title, I am mad at Punxsutawney Phil for being such a big liar this year.
Last night I had the best Mediterranean food of my life, and I will be telling you all about it. My boyfriend took me to Fig & Olive for our Valentine’s Day date, and while we froze trying to actually make it to the restaurant, it was totally worth it.
One of the greatest parts about Hoboken is the variety of food options that are available. From mushroom flatbreads and baked zitis to chimichangas and nachos to palak paneer and vegetable vindaloo to ramen and sushi and impossible burgers and waffle fries… Do we need to go on?
Davis Hall might seem like a roach-infested, old, thin-walled dumpster fire (and it is), but it’s my dumpster fire. This place will always be my first home, or the first place I’ve lived without my parents.
I’ve talked about being a student-athlete in this column before and my experiences being a woman in competitive sports. Overall, I have loved swimming at Stevens for the past three years.
While most of the time, I have somewhat of a plan of where I will go when exploring the city, this past weekend, I ended up in a place that I did not know about — and did not plan on going to.