Dear Abby,
Your column last week made me deeply uncomfortable. Not because of anything you wrote, but because I hate thinking about how much has changed in my life over the past three years.
The Stute
As spooky season approaches, I typically have the privilege of writing a Halloween-related article, which gets released with our themed issue.
The Book Eaters by Sunyi Dean has been on my TBR list for a very long time. And with us being in the throes of spooky season, it only seemed fitting.
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.
Hello, fellow foodies! I’ve been exploring town in search of the perfect hidden cafe, and along the way, I’ve slightly rekindled my old affection for coffee.
As a mathematician who tries to keep up with politics regularly, it may come as a surprise that I am not a huge fan of political polling.
There’s this quiet panic that creeps up around March of freshman year or now for upper classmen. The sense that everyone has their summer figured out except you.
Growing up in a South Asian household, there were no shortages of gatherings, functions, and celebrations. I quite enjoyed these events where people came together and enjoyed amazing food.
I was sitting in my Psychology of Happiness class when out of nowhere my screen went black. Not thinking anything of it, I tried to wake up my computer by moving my cursor and nothing happened, so I tried powering it back on.
Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you know that the new album, The Life of a Showgirl by Taylor Swift, was released on October 3.