Students import smoking habits from abroad
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If you've walked outside Hodson, MSE or any party this year, you've probably walked through a cloud of smoke.
Hopkins senior and actress Liz Gilbert -- tall, thin, and striking -- doesn't look like your typical competitive eater.
When we seniors graduate in May, our brains will be worth $170,560 each.
"I'm never going to retire. My mentor in college keeled over at the age of 86 in a classroom, and I intend to keel over in a classroom at the age of 96. My last sentence will be, `As I was saying yesterday --'"
Last spring, the administration announced a big change. Let me begin by saying that I applaud them for that. Changes are scary for universities, especially elite ones with brilliant faculty who like to do things their way -- the way they've always done them.
Out of the Blue
This is a part of a series of the colleccted thoughts and sayings by influential members of the Johns Hopkins community. All the following quotes were taken ver verbatim from a personal interview with Daniel Deudney.
Shaking his head over a cup of peanut butter gelato in the Charles Commons, senior Matt D -- a neuroscience major who has asked not to be further identified due to his lack of dating know-how -- laments.
Contrary to popular belief, political science Professor Mark Blyth is not and has never been a stand-up comedian.
Even the Blue Jay appears to have grown up.
Three years ago, Hopkins was a different place.
During my three years at Hopkins, many relationships have come and gone. My freshman housemates in the AMRs? Vanished -- most into the distant recesses of my Facebook friends. My first, second, third and fourth dating attempts at Hopkins? They're around. Like most ex-boyfriends, they're too around, for the most part.
For those adventurous enough to brave the muddy trails through the mysterious "Enchanted Forest" to Hampden last Saturday, the rewards were rich.
I've always been a bit of an idiot. In London, where I'm studying abroad this semester at King's College, the preferred term would be "prat." Regardless of what you call it, on both continents my behavior is pretty much an endless string of idiotic episodes which always seem to make sense at the time.
By mid-November, the campus traditions marking the beginning of the holiday season be- gan: exhausted students were looking forward to going home for Thanksgiving, but at the same time dreading it because of all the exams and papers that had to be finished first.
Finding other people to go to campus events was much easier when I was living in the dorms. Living off campus, it's not nearly as easy ... I can look online and read people's away messages, but with everybody scattered from the Broadview to Crestmont Lofts, going anywhere or doing anything requires a little more advanced planning than what was required in the AMRs.
Let's think of some com- mon stereotypes about Hopkins -- everyone is serious, all the time. Ev- eryone studies, all the time. Professors, administrators and staff are grumpy and boring, all the time. In other words, we're a college campus with a $40,000 stick stuck up our ass.
Where have all the hot boys gone? That's right. I'm asking because it seems like they have all disappeared.
Why does every body think Hopkins stu- dents love to study? Honestly, I don't get it. It makes no sense.
You waited patiently all summer during reruns for the return of your favorite TV shows. And just when you have far too much work to even consider taking a break to sit in front of the tube, all of your favorites are back on the air.