Have you ever passed by a river and paused to stare at your reflection? You’ll find that the image peering back at you looks just like you, but jagged and misshapen from the waves of the water.
Posts published in “Second-Year Freshman”
Second-Year Freshman is an Opinion column used to explore the unique experiences of Sophomore students who studied remotely their freshman year during the coronavirus pandemic, and are now experiencing campus life for the first time during the 2021-2022 academic year.
As a kid, I never stopped moving. My mom once told me that she knew that if the house was silent, it was only because I was up to something, and it was usually no good.
Some days, I find myself wishing that I could view the world as I did as a child. There was a sense of innocent wonder and excitement that I would feel toward the simplest things growing up.
If you’re anything like me, waking up in the morning is such an impossible feat that it’s borderline embarrassing. It takes an infinite amount of willpower and determination for me to simply get out of bed, especially when I have a stressful day ahead of me.
After The Stute’s production night last Wednesday, I packed up my things and headed home for the night. In a trance of exhaust and delusion, I wandered the streets of Hoboken on the familiar path home.
Toss a penny in a fountain, blow out birthday candles, or pick a fallen eyelash from your cheek and make a wish.
The Stute has been around since 1904. Don’t believe me? It’s on the cover of every issue! And being a part of such a long-standing organization is something that never ceases to amaze me.
What is your inspiration? In moments of defeat or obscurity, what is that facet of life that never fails to cheer you up?
The teetering midpoint of the college experience includes… running out of clean clothes before you’ve realized it, begrudgingly admitting sometimes Pierce has better meals than you have time to cook, and realizing you’re far enough in now that there’s no point in not getting your degree.
What nobody tells you about your first semester on campus, whether in your sophomore or freshman year, is how badly you end up missing home.