I was raised in a Catholic household, like many other children in a predominately Irish Catholic town. I pray three Hail Marys and Our Fathers before I leave my room every morning and try to go to mass every Sunday.
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.
When you were a small child in (insert hometown here), did you ever think of what you wanted to be when you grew up?
I have a friend named Matt Healey. We became friends in high school and would see each other regularly either in concert choir or in the theatre during rehearsal.
I was taking part in an interview with a new member of Alpha Phi Omega (APO) recently and I was asked how it was possible for me to do all the things I do.
It’s 10:30 p.m. and you’re sitting at a table with an apple in your left hand and a glass of water to your right.
A few years ago, we stood in line as eager freshmen to receive that guarantee for every student: a laptop. If you were enrolled as any major that didn’t start with “Music” or “Art”, you received the 17-inch behemoth of a computing machine.
Have you ever had the feeling that you didn’t want to do something because you knew in the end it didn’t really matter?
Over a decade ago, you had your first day of school. You got up early and hopped on a bus or in your mom’s ’95 Plymouth and fell asleep en route to kindergarten.
I never thought this day would come, but now we’re here. This is the last column I’ll write for The Stute.
Every class I’m taking this semester has a group project in it. Every. Last. One. So far, we’ve been terrible at communicating.