There’s something addictive about poking a blister. My hands have been perpetually plagued with them this past semester from sporadic crew practices and bass playing sessions, and as a result, much of my time spent thinking–including coming up with this article–has been accompanied by the absent-minded habit of tracing them over with my finger.
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.
Last night, I was presented with the decision to write this column or hop on my friends’ Minecraft server. Here are some pictures of the masterpiece of a house I built:
Exterior Design:
This eye-catching piece subverts the viewer’s expectation of the traditional construction rules a home ‘should’ abide by.
I’m currently experiencing some Sunday Scaries and am not feeling terribly academically inspired. A wise alumni member of the Walking Club, Mike once turned down a walk proposal on the basis that although technically free, he needed to schedule in some personal time for existential dread before class.
Anniversaries and memorable dates can be weird, particularly when it’s one you wouldn’t exactly celebrate or are ‘celebrating’ alone. I’ve always been a rather sentimental person and hold onto lots of little objects that remind me of the people I love, even if I haven’t spoken to them in years.
I’ve fallen ill with an extreme case of Senioritis as of late. It’s not the general academic laziness variety people talk about; I still find being a student invigorating.
In my time as a Hobokenite, I have yet to risk a haircut here. Haircuts are a pretty personal action and entail some trust in your barber.
Two weeks ago, I began a new role as a Lab Assistant for ENGR 211 Statics — and it’s already scored the title of the most rewarding on-campus job in my book.
Pierce’s late-night hours are back, and with them arrives another Stevens Dining classic — Sushi Friday. I recently hit off my first Sushi Friday of the Fall 2024 semester, celebrating the completion of my first week of senior year with a hybrid crew of old and new friends, all in need of fuel for the night’s activities.
Seventh semester. Huh. A few weeks ago, Stute Weekend was wrapping up just as the RAs were moving in for training, and as the lull of summer campus came to a close, my wise Editor in Chief pointed out, “I can’t really remember what I was doing the first day of class last semester.”
This is it, I guess, this is the last time you will hear about my experiences as a senior getting ready to reach the real world.