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Residents of New Jersey feel no pride for their state, obviously. Other than the Liberty Science Center, the Jersey Shore and the old-timey diners, there is nothing much redeeming about the state. The only remotely interesting thing about New Jersey is ranking No. 1 out of all U.S. states for bad drivers.
If you sit toward the back of any lecture hall, you are privy to the private lives of basically everyone in front of you. Facebook, iMessenger, Twitter, BuzzFeed and other less-than-appropriate webpages sit innocently beside the current lecture material, giving the semblance of productivity and focus. A distracting albeit amusing portal into the hypocritical nature of overwhelmed, exhausted college students trying to enjoy their lives.
Killing does not refer to the morbid connotation. It is more so in the figurative sense. Currently, millennials (and Gen Z’s, essentially the younger millennials) are eroding at an alarming rate the industries that the older Baby Boomers — their parents — grew up with, taking down many of their long-held values with them. Of course millennials are not physically vandalizing stores — they are just slowly driving them out of business, using two weapons typical to the cosmopolitan: well-connected millennial sense of humor and its liberally aligned political views.
Known by his stage name RM — Kim Namjoon, the leader of BTS — delivered an emotional 3-minute speech. In concise, humble words, he describes the strides BTS has paved amid great hardship and thanks his fellow members and fans for their ardent support along the way. But most importantly, his speech is a story — a tiny novella detailing the ordinary life of a young boy in a small town, and the strikingly universal struggles of growing up.
Here, I shall list the five most mind-blowing steps on how to effectively handle the semester as it draws to a close. Actually, it is more like nearing the conclusion of a bad book with a defeated acceptance that many loose ends and plot holes remain. But who cares? The weather is supposed to be phenomenal this weekend and you should spend your well-deserved fun in the long-awaited heat.
Hanging out with family is great, especially for us college students. After spending weeks at the residence hall avoiding them and their drag-you-off-the-bed-by-the-legs, “back-in-my-day” justification for everything, it is always nice to return home to the familiar dysfunctional monotony of your siblings’ whining, lectures on the dangers of weight gain and the sudden, suspiciously-coincidental influx of chores.
Before I left for Rutgers this past Sunday, I was watching the 90th Academy Awards with my parents at home. Although I only managed to catch Jimmy Kimmel’s satiric introduction and the announcement for Best Male Supporting Actor, the circumstances surrounding my experience were more or less serendipitous, to say the least.
Before I officially entered my first semester, I was dead set on following through with Computer Science as my major. Although I was proud to have been accepted as a Business School student, something about the ability to program was beyond fascinating, and I quickly latched onto the idea that I could abandon everything else to focus on Computer Science primarily. That was my first mistake, and when I look back on it now, it’s actually kind of funny.
Right beside McCormick Residence Hall is the ongoing construction of the Richard Weeks Hall of Engineering. It is an architectural marvel. The exterior is sleek steel and large, open glass windows. A long metallic hall juts out the side of the main entrance in an eccentric tilt and a large, circular room bulges from beneath. Activity on the construction site had begun just before I enrolled at Rutgers as a freshman, and is slated to end this fall. Once the structure is completed, it will rival the Business School in Livingston.
On Nov. 14, just a week before Thanksgiving, something happened in Japan that shocked railway commuters globally. Japan boasts one of the world’s cleanest, most efficient and reliable railway systems in the world. In particular, Tsukuba Express carries 130 million passengers annually and has rarely failed to arrive precisely on time.
If you are a Scarlet Knight, it is pretty much guaranteed that you have experienced the terror of add/drop week.
I learned cursive more than a decade ago, back in third grade when we still mixed up the days of the week, accidentally called our teachers “mom” and found the concept of negative numbers outrageous and far away.
Two weeks ago, the Rutgers Astronomical Society invited people to observe the night sky. My roommate and I had finished the day’s classes.
If you’re a Scarlet Knight, chances are you’ve heard some forms of the initials “J.P.” Maybe they were followed by “high school” or, more commonly, “where hopes and dreams go to die” in the form of tanked GPAs and other unfortunate aspects of insane academic competition.
It took me an embarrassingly long
amount of time to come up with this title, and I still don’t like it.