Seeing the footage from the alt-right rally in Charlottesville four weeks ago gave the appearance of a tranquil college town, typically livelier than Hoboken, under attack.
The Stute
Sometimes I try to remember what I was like when I was six-years old. I picked my nose a lot. At recess, I played ‘house’ with the other first-graders.
Water main breaks, constant flooding, and now even the pier is going to fall into the river: Hoboken, your time is up.
The most difficult thing about college is starting a new life, with new friends, all of whom you know little to nothing about.
Last week, a story was leaked by the Trump administration claiming that the president had made up his mind on whether or not to end President Obama’s executive order, the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA).
Following a nine-year tradition, Stevens’ Residence Life hosted the Red & Gray ‘Glow in the Duck’ Party to celebrate the start of the semester.
The SGA (Student Government Association) is the dominant figure in student life at Stevens. If the SGA likes you, your club is probably going succeed at Stevens and get pretty much whatever it wants.
Autumn. Fall. These words are synonyms. Do either of them excite you? They sure excite me. For most of us, the autumn season is either one group of months surrounding Halloween, or a bitter reminder that the harsh, cold, and blistering winds of winter are coming.
At this point in my life, I consider myself a confident person. I don’t say that lightly — it took a lot of self-discovery to get here, and I would be remiss in saying that journey is over.
There are many things I wish to block out of my memory when I recall my times as a sixth-grader at Pequannock Valley Middle School: the highly exclusive cliques that instigated and perpetuated gossip, the incessant schvitzing due to the lack of air-conditioning in all of the classrooms, and, of course, the awkwardness and self-consciousness that is often attached to the 13-year-old experience.