It’s slowly becoming that point in the semester where all of the days mush together. Everyone on campus is a collective hot mess as they run around in their flawless Stevens sweatpants, trying to get everything done.
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.
Monday, 6:35 pm, on a Southwest Airline flight towards St. Louis, MO, I was ready to embark on the final step of a pretty intense recruiting process.
Many eons ago, I worked as a counter girl at a pizzeria. As anyone who has ever worked in food services could tell you, working in a food establishment is life changing.
Long weekends are my favorite. For most college students, an extra day in the weekend warrants some more time to go out without any regrets that you have an early class Monday morning.
‘Twas the night before Career Fair, when all through my apartment all my roommates were stirring, even our pesky mouse. Even with the immense amount of resume tuning, company researching, and elevator pitch practicing, I couldn’t help but walk around the Career Fair last week like a lost child.
Throughout my time at Stevens thus far, I have held many different on campus jobs. From ushering in DeBaun, yelling at Summer Pre-College students who refused to go to bed at 11 p.m.,
Ah, middle of September. Pumpkin spice is back, the leaves are starting to change colors, there’s a cool breeze in the air, and, my favorite, football is back.
The start of a new semester always has me in a “new year, new me” sort of mood. One of the many start of semester activities I do is set some goals to accomplish.
Our romance began July 2014. I had just been given my keys to Curling Club 509, and considering I really never walked any further than Garden Street as a freshman, I sought a solution to check out my apartment.
By: Katie Brown
As I enter my final year at Stevens, I can’t help but reflect. Thinking about my beginnings in Humphreys 205, my “big girl apartment” in 800 Madison, and all the accomplishments and life lessons in between, I keep asking myself, “Have I been doing Stevens right?