The fall semester has always been my favorite because of Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Hoboken truly goes all out with decorating, and the city turns into an ornate and adorable village that could be straight out of a movie (and sometimes is with all of the filming that happens here).
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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.
Thanksgiving. The time of year we pack up for a long weekend and head back to our cold, rainy hometowns. If you are like everyone else at Stevens, you venture into New Jersey, New York, or somewhere in between.
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.
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.