I feel like I was supposed to graduate last year. No, seriously, I am probably the first person to ever enter senior year feeling fulfilled enough.
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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.
There’s officially less than a month until graduation, and the days have been slipping through my fingers. My bulletproof defense to any hangout pushback I receive from my friends is, “It’s senior year.”
Like many of us, I grew up in a heteronormative world. My childhood was shaped by a loving family and a large public school, but it was a place where “normal” meant having a mom and a dad, boys with girlfriends, and cream-colored khakis — certainly not the pink chinos I preferred.
I basically live out of my Google Calendar when I am at school. I’ve got classes, meetings, appointments, assignments, hangouts, exams, presentations, reminders to submit Workday hours, practices, and GBMs galore, all neatly organized into one place.
When was the last time you played? Take a moment and think about how you played when you were a child.
I’ve completed the vast majority of my degree with my friend Thomas sitting next to me. There are many things I admire about him, but what sticks out to me the most is his level-headed nature and remarkable ability to bring people together.
As we enter the love-filled time of year, we often sit and reflect on our relationships with our romantic partners. This Valentine’s Day, if you have a special someone, you might be taking them out to a nice restaurant, spending a homey night in, or trying something new.
Yesterday, I experienced the joy of making it to Gobbler’s Knob to witness Punxsutawney Phil’s prognostication of the meteorological happenings for the next six weeks.
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.
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.