Before watching the movie, La La Land seemed like another romantic movie of bright colors, beautiful music, and two people falling in love in Los Angeles.
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I have always been a bit of a “romantic.” I love making gifts for my friends and family, and showing them special ways to say I love you.
I grew up in a home that celebrated everything. Every Christmas was a celebration, every Easter was an egg hunt, every Halloween was a full decked out (not scary at all) haunted house.
If you know me, you must know my love of the show Bridgerton, so trust me when I say that I had my calendar blocked off for the release of the show’s fourth season.
I once again have the chance to write a For Math’s Sake column in the Valentine’s Day issue, which is a good opportunity to showcase the connections mathematics has with love and relationships, or share about how cultivating love for an at-times challenging and painfully frustrating subject can help in other areas of life.
Only a few weeks ago, the Stevens population returned for the spring semester. While most came back this semester to continue in their given program, many freshmen— myself included—came back to start a new program as in the past month, we switched our majors.
Winter in college hits differently. The days are shorter, the weather is colder, and suddenly even the idea of leaving your dorm feels exhausting.
For someone who is quite vocal about their aversion to writing, I have written a lot more than I could have ever dreamed.
The Hour of the Star by Clarice Lispector is a short novella following our narrator, Rodrigo, as he tries to tell a story about a poor woman named Macabea.
My lunch is never warm by the time I eat it.
By noon, it has absorbed the rhythm of the commute: the shaking of the train, the rush of staircases, the pressure of moving with purpose.