Some things in life you just remember. Like it happened yesterday. But the moment means nothing until it means something.
Even two years ago, the E-board knew how passionate I was about The Stute.
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Some things in life you just remember. Like it happened yesterday. But the moment means nothing until it means something.
Even two years ago, the E-board knew how passionate I was about The Stute.
Let’s talk about the Student Government Association (SGA).
I know. Forgive me Stuters.
It is baffling to me that, upon my arrival at Stevens, The Stute was thought of as a conspirator with the SGA.
As mentioned two editorials ago, my sister got married! It was beautiful, and everything went exactly as planned. As the maid of honor, I had to rearrange my schedule to make it to every event and be present.
The following anecdote must be read with your face under a flashlight and a spooky voice:
It was a dark and stormy Thursday night.
Earlier this past week, I had to write an essay (the horror!). I know, I am a literature minor, and I knew I would have to face this hurdle sooner or later.
It seems I have had a recurring conversation this past week, and that is what makes it worth writing about.
Tianna spends an entire week collecting the news that will be featured in the upcoming issue.
If you are looking for a “Stute” related Editorial this week, come back next week.
Today is about the changes this campus has faced in only the past two years.
Each Editor-in-Chief comes into their position with a main goal in mind. That goal stems from what the organization desperately needs.
In all honesty, I have restarted this article five times in the last few hours. I have changed topics and promised Itai, the Opinion Editor, I am “cooking” — I was not.
My summer ended the minute I received my first Slack message. The school year ends, but The Stute never really stops.