When I came to Stevens, my first goal was to secure an on-campus job. No longer was I bringing in the big bucks as I once did as a waitress at the Pompton Queen Diner, and I feared that I would quickly go through my precious summer funds that I had so carefully hoarded before starting college (a fear that did, in fact, become a reality).To
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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.
In case one of your New Year’s Resolutions included picking up The Stute every week—a realistic and obtainable goal!—this column is your chance for a weekly spelunking into the life of a Stevens senior student.
I had two goals for this year’s Thanksgiving break: avoid setting an alarm clock in the mornings, and binge watch the entire first season of Stranger Things.
I’m ashamed to admit this, but until last Friday night, I had never seen one of the Stevens Dramatic Society’s performances.
‘Twas the morning of registration, and without a doubt,
I was worried and frantic: “WILL THIS THING LOAD,” I did shout!
We’re beyond the midpoint of the semester, the Stevens Course Scheduler is FINALLY up, and the Registrar has already informed me that I’m missing required courses despite having submitted a course substitution form— things are just about where I’d expect them to be.
If you know me, you know that I’m an avid indoor cyclist. And if you really know me, you know that if it weren’t for my profound love for all things science, I’d most likely be rockin’ it on the podium of a SoulCycle studio.
Last week was a blur, as I’m sure it was for many of us. Let’s give ourselves a small pat on the back.
Midterms have arrived, meaning we’re knee-deep into the “Stevens squeeze,” as Dr. (“Doc”) Lombardi calls it. Yesterday, I was daydreaming of apple picking and brisk autumnal nights.
You know what I like? A good quote. I’ve heard brilliance uttered by three-year-olds and come across lines of text which conjure up those small, red “100” emojis in my mind.