I entered senior year with an open mind, a few less credits, and a positive outlook for the future. It’s week four, and all has remained constant for the most part—the positivity remains intact, but I’m beginning to feel the mid-semester strain work against me, slowly and stealthily.
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.
This week’s column is about the art of the deal. I’m not talking about half-priced libations during happy hour or the small bodega with very cheap (albeit overripe) produce on Washington Street — those are two things I very much enjoy and appreciate.
There are many things I wish to block out of my memory when I recall my times as a sixth-grader at Pequannock Valley Middle School: the highly exclusive cliques that instigated and perpetuated gossip, the incessant schvitzing due to the lack of air-conditioning in all of the classrooms, and, of course, the awkwardness and self-consciousness that is often attached to the 13-year-old experience.
Among other things, I’m a waitress back home at a restaurant called Pompton Queen Diner. You might have heard about it—it’s so good, even Khloe Kardashian came for dinner a few years ago.
Hardship- a state or instance of serious continued difficulty or misfortune. Someone had it right to make our university’s motto “per aspera ad astra” or in English “through hardship to the stars”.
Life always has an interesting way of working itself out. The anxieties of not knowing what you’re doing, which people will you keep in touch with, where you’re living, and so on about post graduation can really add up when the clock is severely ticking down to May 24.
In the least stalkerish sort of way, I love being part of the Stevens Facebook groups. The “Class of” groups not only provide me an insight as to where the free food is on campus on any given night, but lately has also been a means to rally the student body together towards some sort of cause.
Recently, I learned what a “Finstagram” is. I’d consider myself a very “in the know” person when it comes to social media, so I simultaneously felt ashamed and wrong that I was out of touch with a common type of Instagram accounts.
We’re in the final stretch, guys: only 54 days until graduation. And, tomorrow is April 1st. April brings a lot of people on to this campus.
March 15, 2017 was the day I finally realized how unique I really am. Well, actually, how unique Stevens students are.