Engineers shouldn’t work with humanities. Radical as that sounds, the forced pairing between engineers and humanities creates resentment. Students meander through their essays, confused as to why they, as people who think in numerical systems, need to interpret Shakespeare.
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My last editorial expressed my concerns about how the administration hides behind its PR responses. And I would not be honest if I did not acknowledge how my week, once again, was consumed by issues revolving around the administration.
I’m an engineer so you might be thinking I have no business writing this article — and you might be right, but we’re inclusive here.
As a Chemical Biology major, I picked up Bonnie Garmus’ Lessons in Chemistry expecting a story about science. I didn’t expect it to be a story about loss, or one of the most encouraging books I’ve read in a long time.
There are movies that make you cry over pets and humans. Project Hail Mary makes you cry over a rock alien, aptly named Rocky.
The Victorian Language of Flowers was used for decades to relay feelings that people had a hard time expressing or were too embarrassed to share.
I started playing soccer in the elementary recreational league, where Saturday mornings became hair ribbons, cleats, and the smell of detergent on the grass stains smeared into my jersey.
I have a specific, embarrassing, daily ritual. I unlock my phone to check the time, but then check Canvas, then check my email, then finally look back up at the clock on the wall to find out what time it is.
Music has always been a huge part of my life. I’m the type of person to sing in the shower, listen to my favorite songs while getting ready in the morning, and occasionally dance in the middle of a store when a good song comes on.
College. For the past summer, every incoming freshman has been obsessing over the idea of college. Whether it be from excitement or stress, freshmen are now encountering a life-changing experience head on.