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On Dec. 3, Hopkins hosted the 21st annual Lighting of the Quads (LOTQ) celebration, a tradition organized by the Hopkins Organization for Programming (HOP) to mark the approaching end of the fall semester.
On Wednesday, Dec. 17, the Teachers and Researchers United (TRU-UE) union coordinated a noise demonstration at the Bloomberg Student Center to stand in solidarity and raise awareness for Ehsan Rajabi’s unprecedented circumstances.
I’ve always found peace in the sky. When I was younger, I’d look up at the clouds during long car rides and let my imagination go wild with stories of a fictional man jumping through the clouds. Even as I got older, my appreciation and admiration for the sky only grew stronger. I am from an area known as the Sun City. As such, I’ve always been able to define my home through beautiful sunsets and sunrises. When I came to Baltimore my freshman year, I was surprised by how different the sky was — sunny days felt like a cage and cloudy days were only dreary. I felt as though I was caged up by an unseen force that prevented me from being able to relax and take in my environment.
When I was a child, I thought that eating turkey on Thanksgiving was a historical myth, like finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow on St. Patrick’s Day or getting hit by Cupid's arrow on Valentine’s Day. Each November, I would make as many hand turkeys as I could possibly fit in my sparkly pink backpack, and then go to my Abuela’s house to eat a traditional feast of pan de bono, empanadas, ajiaco, mazorca, platanos, arroz con leche and jugo de maracuya. Like we all do every year, right?
If the 2021 F1 championship race embodied the song “Skyfall” by Adele, the lead up to the 2025 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix was the epitome of “The Final Countdown” by Europe. I have been covering the 2025 F1 season since its kickoff in March, and the stories that have emerged were constant page turners. This was it, the race that would determine the Driver’s World Champion, the driver who would be allowed to change their number to 1 next season, the driver who would receive unparalleled prestige on the international stage.
In less than two months, all eyes will be on Italy. The country is not unfamiliar with hosting the Olympics, having previously held the 1960 Summer Games (Rome), the 1956 Winter Games (Cortina d’Ampezzo) and the 2006 Winter Games (Turin). This time over 3,500 athletes gather in this iconic hotspot, representing 93 countries. Uniquely, the Games will be spread out over 250 miles between Milan and Cortina, and will also span twelve venues across a multitude of regions in Northern Italy.
As expected, my first semester at Hopkins yielded a welcome amount of intellectually stimulating conversations. Yet one that occurred recently has stuck in my mind. It prompted a thorough self-examination of my beliefs, which is a place I didn’t think I would reach after only a few months on campus.
When I was little, I always made sure to turn on my nightlight before heading to sleep. From the concept of monsters hiding under my bed to other unknowns in the darkness, I had my fears and suspicions. However, a tiny, dim light capable of warmly illuminating my whole bedroom was all that I needed to give me the assurance that it was probably just my mind trying to play tricks on me and that if a monster were really hiding underneath my bed, I would at least be able to foresee it instead of being blindly frightened by it.
Another sunset seeps through my windows, staying for a moment. It paints my white walls with an orange and pink tinge, the type of color you think of when a warm hand rests on your shoulder. Each ray of sunlight finds its place: on the mirror hanging from my door, on the boxes filled with my belongings and on the suitcases leaning against the wall.
I have a special affection for ceviche. It preserves the original texture of fish while balancing bright, fruity tinges in a sophisticated way. It also comes in varying forms. Each plate feels like a standalone piece of art, where ingredients and sauces shine together like a constellation.
Born from Prateek’s nostalgia for roadside chai in India and Kayla’s creative eye, Chachu’s Chai brings fresh spices, seasonal flavors and heartfelt community energy to Baltimore. Between rainy pop-ups, sliding-scale pricing and countless batches of lavender chai, the duo has built something far bigger than a drink. They tell their story in an interview with The News-Letter.
As finals creep closer, Baltimore offers a welcome pause with a weekend full of holiday spirit. Enjoy twinkling markets, a beloved ballet and a movie night with a live orchestra before heading into the last stretch of the semester. Wishing everyone rest, warmth and a happy holiday season.
Following the soaring climax of “Defying Gravity” from 2024’s movie adaptation of the cultural phenomenon that is the Broadway musical Wicked, audiences everywhere have eagerly anticipated John M. Chu’s interpretation of the divisive Act 2. In Wicked: For Good, which landed in cinemas on the Nov. 21, the director delivers a spectacle that is... somewhat good?
The person I am today was beautifully woven and built piece by piece by my mother; she built my wings to fly. The transition from having my mom right beside me to being 8,000 miles away from her is tough.
There’s a poem I keep thinking about: “Replica of the Thinker.” In it, a copy of Rodin’s famous statue sits at a museum, hunched over that familiar pose of “deep thought.” But he isn’t thinking. “His head is filled with iron and bronze,” the poet writes, “not neurons and God.” He looks like a thinker, but is he actually thinking?
“What’s going on here?”
Yesterday I took the MBTI test again for the first time in eight months: ISTJ-T. I didn’t think much of the four letters themselves — I’ve seen them enough times by now. What caught my attention was the last letter, a subtle change from A (assertive) to T (turbulent). It made me stop and think about when I became more worried and prone to overthinking, not because I believe in a personality test like it’s my Roman Empire, but because some of the prompts in the test do reflect my current feelings toward my own stage of growth. For context, assertive people are usually calm and self-assured, while turbulent people tend to be more anxious and self-critical.
I recently finished the latest season of Dancing With the Stars. For those who weren’t keeping up, Robert Irwin and his professional ballroom partner, Witney Carson, brought home the highly coveted Mirrorball trophy.
We’re getting to the time of year when it's easy to be lost in the past. The same red bows are tied on lampposts in parks and outside dingy shopping centers. The same massive wreaths decorate even more massive malls. But with every passing year, the bows seem a little more at eye level and the wreaths are a little smaller. You bake the same cookies, and then suddenly a research project on salmonella makes you no longer want to lick the batter out of the bowl. While wading through homework, I’ve been reflecting on the holidays, which used to be documented by where I performed and when, but can now be tallied by which Christmas movies I watch, which treats I decide to enjoy and which cities I want to visit.
1-Across: Number on a birthday cake