I’ve always done my best to live by this idea. To be better today than I was yesterday. It’s a fairly simple concept and falls directly in line with the idea that we must not compare ourselves to others, as hard as that can be.
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.
I am by no means a good Catholic, but I’m also not the worst by any means. Sure, I’ve been through confirmation and communion, but if you were to ask me anything about the Bible, I would know a couple of stories and a few prayers.
For the first time in a while, I said no to going out and doing something with my friends. Now you may wonder, why would anyone turn down seeing their friends after having spent almost a year in isolation?
I would be remiss if I didn’t acknowledge my last bid night as a Brother of Sigma Phi Epsilon, or as we are more commonly know, SigEp, a.k.a
It’s hard to know where to start this one. It’s not the beginning of the end, but we’re almost… just about… kinda sorta… but not quite yet… at the very end.
For the vast majority of my time at Stevens, it only ever felt like things were constantly escalating. Every semester brought more responsibilities (both because of things that are simply built into college life, and because I kept taking on more responsibilities voluntarily); harder classes, new friends and social groups, fresh controversies, you name it.
When there’s an effective, publicly available COVID-19 vaccine that lets us finally resume normal life, I’m never going to waste another day for as long as I live.
i still have a few more verses to add, theres a lot of the year left to cover, but if anyone wants to help write them feel free
One of my earliest, lasting lessons about the world didn’t come from any classroom or TV screen. Instead, I can thank hands free technology and childhood sports for it.
I went to Pier C to try and start this column, looking to escape my tiny sweatbox of a bedroom and make some small part of this absurd semester actually feel real.