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.

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?  

This is is gang, we’ve reached the end of the rope.

I’ve made mention in previous editorials that I wrote as Editor in Chief a few years back on what it feels like to be where I am right now.

Last week was Accepted Student’s Weekend, because, like CPAC, sometimes you just need an extra day.

Traditionally, I have loved Accepted Students Day.

Obligatory XX Days until graduation.
I am an adult.

I am more of an adult than a lot of my peers, for better or worse.

I feel that in today’s culture, talking about mental health is somehow taboo.

In the U.S. specifically, where workers are encouraged to put their home lives aside to work 60+ hours a week, the lack of care to one’s mental state and any problems that come with it does not come to me as a surprise.

We are in the home stretch. I have roughly 1 month to finish all of my Senior Design projects, and about 2 months to get a job before I graduate formally.