Something that I have found particularly helpful for my career trajectory is making my own “Co-op.” For my past three semesters at Stevens, I have intentionally built out my schedule to have three days a week off in order to pursue internship opportunities.
Posts published in “Senioritis”
Senioritis is an Opinion column written by one or two Stevens student(s) in their last year of study to discuss life experiences during their final year at Stevens, and other related subject matter.
I want you to close your eyes (I know you have to read this, but just imagine that you have your eyes closed) and think back to a moment when someone said something to you that stuck with you.
Halloween is more about the hype than the execution. You spend weeks scrolling through Pinterest and TikTok, saving the most elaborate and witty costumes you can find, and then midterms hit.
Halloween! Ghosts, ghouls, goblins! So scary! But have you ever heard of the Halloween canon event? That’s the biggest thing you should be afraid of this Halloween season.
Dear Abby,
Your column last week made me deeply uncomfortable. Not because of anything you wrote, but because I hate thinking about how much has changed in my life over the past three years.
One year ago today, I was a month into junior year. I was moved into my sorority house, excited to live with the people I have looked up to throughout my entire college experience.
It’s during late night frolics home that my deep love for Hoboken emulates through my body. As I walk past every street light (often in a delirious state of whimsy) and weave through the gridded streets, an overwhelming sense of calm washes over me — this is home, I know this.
So I recently got into running again. I don’t think I’ll be racing in the NYC Marathon in November, but I consider myself a hobby jogger — running for “fun” and health and some other reasons.
Help, I’ve been trapped in Morton 324 for the last three years! Just kidding, but not really. As a Quantitative Social Science major there has not been a single semester where I haven’t sat in this small seminar room, peering out the windows at Kidde on the other side of the lawn.
I found my old favorite perfume the other day. It was packed between my jewelry box and curly hair products while I was moving in for my senior year.