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Whether you are invested in technology or politics, the race between the United States and China over the fast-approaching 5G network is bound to impact all of us: From the way we communicate, down to our very right to freedom of self-expression and privacy.
"My battery is low, and it is getting dark." After the 15-year-old rover Opportunity drew its final breath on the lonely Red Planet, the news of its last message took the internet by storm. Photo edits, GIF sets and posters flooded social media in heart-wrenching artistic renderings of the haunting words. The end of humanity’s favorite robot, that was originally intended to travel less than half a mile for 90 days, but against all odds lasted approximately 15 years and 28 miles, could not have been on a more fitting occasion: The day before Valentine’s Day on Perseverance Valley.
Not far from New Brunswick and Piscataway is a large township called Edison. There are only three possible reactions to the above statement: you have definitely heard of it at some point and are probably groaning, you are hearing about it now or you are from Edison.
"Many things come to mind when people hear the word “lottery” — high stakes, high rewards, equal opportunity and no chance. “No chance” means the rare occasion that anybody actually hits the jackpot, even though the mathematical probability checks out. It is an assumption that pervades beyond the scope of the lottery business, either because everyone does it or nobody wins it. It is a societal self-fulfilling prophecy of pluralistic ignorance.
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.
When you google the term millennials, the third search query that shows up is “millennials are killing."
On Sept. 24, rags-to-riches K-pop superstars BTS made history. They became the first K-pop band to speak at a United Nations summit, in front of an audience that included the United Nations secretary general and the executive director of the United Nations Children's Fund (UNICEF).
To this year’s first-years, here is a short story of what not to do to survive the school year.
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.
If you read The Daily Targum’s opinion pieces last semester, you might recall reading an article with this byline: "Sruti Bezawada is a Rutgers Business School freshman hoping to transfer into the School of Arts and Sciences and double major in computer science and communications. Her column, 'Traipse the Fine Line,' runs every alternate Thursday." Two things have changed since then: First, my column runs every alternate Wednesday now.
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 first-year and is slated to end this fall. Once the structure is completed, it will rival the Business School on Livingston campus.
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. That Thursday was one of those rare moments — it departed early. The Metropolitan Intercity Railway Company apologized profusely for the incredibly "detrimental" 20 second miscalculation.
If you are a Scarlet Knight, it is pretty much guaranteed that you have experienced the terror of add/drop week. If you have not, you eventually will. Checking your Internet connection 7 million times, all of your index numbers ready, itching to snap your bed-frazzled hair, waiting with bated breath for WebReg to open — in that moment, you forget about niceties and all your friends. You might think "If I don’t get that calc class, I swear to god ..." But you can fill it in. It is one of the beauties of being a 21st-century college student.
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. For a once relatively reserved and shy bookworm, I had never appreciated the rowdy, enthusiastic behavior of other children. It was nerve-wracking to collaborate with kids who would shove each other around for a handful of Legos and extremely embarrassing to be paraded in front of jeering kids for forgetting a homework assignment.
Two weeks ago, the Rutgers Astronomical Society invited people to observe the night sky. My roommate and I had finished the day’s classes. Paranoid as usual about missing deadlines, I checked my inbox yet again and discovered the email buried innocently among the mass of Sakai announcement notifications, advising appointment notices and CareerKnight reservations. For once, nothing clashed.
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. If you haven’t, you’ll definitely come across them at some point — practically half of the entire student population winds up here. I know this because I was a J.P. Stevens High School student. Please don’t hate me.
It took me an embarrassingly long amount of time to come up with this title, and I still don’t like it. Then again, it’s not like I’ll ever be truly proud of my work. After discovering I’d become a columnist for The Daily Targum, I read my ninth-grade application to my high school’s newspaper, a piece I thought to be my best. It’s actually garbage.