I have stirred up a bit of drama in the past few weeks, and I think I may have surprised a good number of people with my negative attitude.
The Stute
Okay I admit it: I’m one of those crazy people who starts thinking about upcoming holidays months in advance. I mean, Christmas is only three months away, right?
Student Life has been having a bad time, and when Student Life has a bad time, campus organizations have a bad time.
On the second floor of Morton, in the corner across from the Richardson Room, is a bookshelf containing a myriad of texts, available to all students under one simple rule: take a book, leave a book.
I just attended a meeting of scholars, journalists, activists and others on polarization in politics and science. I was asked to kick off a discussion of “what is settled and what is contested” in the climate-change debate.
R.A.G.E. is done. Arguably, R.A.G.E. has been finished since the one-two punch “database malfunction” last Thursday. For those reading who don’t know what R.A.G.E.
I remember the first time someone called me a bitch.
It was two years ago, at a Model UN conference. For those who don’t know, Model UN is an extremely male-dominated activity.
The Stevens chapter of the American Institute of Chemical Engineers explored the wonders of science this past Tuesday by mixing liquid nitrogen and heavy cream to produce ice cream.
A few steps from Washington Street is a no-frills, family-owned café serving up home-style Italian comfort food. Having passed Café Michelina on the corner of 5th and Bloomfield Street on multiple occasions, I finally decided the time had come to step through the beaded curtain into the dimly lit restaurant.