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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.

The truth about following your passions

There’s a popular turn of phrase I’ve been hearing a lot of lately — follow your passions.

Ah, yes. Three beautiful, magical words.

The Calm in the Storm

I absolutely hate yoga.

I’m sure my ancestors would be rolling in their graves at the statement (after all, India is the ancient birthplace of yoga), but the allure of the practice has always escaped me.

Uncharted Territory

Namankita Rana '19 begins her first Senioritis column of the year.

Knowledge isn’t power, we are

Olivia Schreiber '18 reminisces over not only her time at Stevens, but also the history of Stevens in her final column.

Educating means forgetting

On the first day of eighth-grade English class, my teacher — Ms. Freebody — informed the class that we would be responding to a quote for our first essay.

Spring Awakening woke me up

This past November, I wrote a column about how I regretted never seeing a Stevens Dramatic Society performance until The Musical Comedy Murders of 1940.

Can science just get women right?

I usually write my columns over the weekend to submit by our Monday deadline, but this week was not the case.

It’s called a job hunt for a reason

Let me begin with the wise words of The Rolling Stones: “You can’t always get what you want.”

Even old man Sigmund Freud—you know, the penis-envy and Oedipal complex guy—hinted at this universal truth.

Mentee to you, but much more to me

This past Monday, our campus was graced with the presence of Dr. Connie Mariano, a woman of many firsts. Not only was she the first military woman to become the White House physician to the President, but she was the first woman director of the White House Medical Unit, and the first Filipino-American in U.S.

Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade

Sometimes I think language really confines us. I could spend hours upon hours perusing the Webster’s Dictionary for a specific word that encapsulates all of what an object or person represents, only to realize that no arrangement of our alphabet can express our thoughts.