Dear seniors: I’d like to flashback to spring of 2022. Many of us were knee-deep in finals, struggling to finish the semester.
Posts published in “Senior Essays”
As I sit down to write my last Stute article, it feels odd to try my hand at opinion. So for my final Stute piece, I will be doing what I have advised every science writer not to do: combine my opinions with science.
I am not 22 yet (eight days out), but I couldn’t give up a chance to dissect a lyric from an artist who somehow understands me before I can understand myself.
Entering my freshman year at Stevens in 2019, it’s been an interesting journey. From coming in as a shy sports writer to a flurry of editing roles to being the confident writer I am today, The Stute has given me a platform to redefine myself not only as a writer.
As graduation approaches, I’m faced head-on with the “lasts.” Last class, last critique, last assignment. These things come at the end of every semester, but this time feels unique.
I was four years old when I moved to the U.S, with not even an ounce of English on my tongue.
My four years spent at Stevens impacted me in ways that I could have never imagined. The sleepless nights trying to derive heat and mass transfers taught me to persevere through difficulties, no matter how impossible they might seem.