Before watching the movie, La La Land seemed like another romantic movie of bright colors, beautiful music, and two people falling in love in Los Angeles.
The Stute
I have always been a bit of a “romantic.” I love making gifts for my friends and family, and showing them special ways to say I love you.
I grew up in a home that celebrated everything. Every Christmas was a celebration, every Easter was an egg hunt, every Halloween was a full decked out (not scary at all) haunted house.
If you know me, you must know my love of the show Bridgerton, so trust me when I say that I had my calendar blocked off for the release of the show’s fourth season.
I once again have the chance to write a For Math’s Sake column in the Valentine’s Day issue, which is a good opportunity to showcase the connections mathematics has with love and relationships, or share about how cultivating love for an at-times challenging and painfully frustrating subject can help in other areas of life.
Hello fellow foodies! When I think of Valentine’s Day, I think of desserts. Valentine’s Day screams chocolate-covered strawberries, candy hearts, and red velvet.
I constantly think back to Alumni Weekend.
It was the beginning of my term, and I was being introduced to alumni whom the past Editor-in-Chief already knew very well.
Before starting my co-op, I had seen all kinds of leaders — from people who ran meetings by yelling the loudest, to people who barely raised their voice but somehow still commanded the room.
Whenever a new film attempts to adapt a beloved classic in literature, an angel gets their wings and bookworms gain another title to add to their TBR list.
Valentine’s Day feels like the most confusing holiday. It juxtaposes superficial acts of endearment and very traditional, healthy methods of courageous intimacy in a way that’s both condescending and admirable.