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(05/21/26 4:00am)
The prompt for this article feels so on the nose for me, as I have had a page on my notes app this semester of all my items to complete before senior year comes to an end. The list was dominated by restaurants, cafes and bakeries I somehow never made it to in the past three and a half years, possibly because I didn’t want to spend the extra money or take a shuttle. However, I’m now realizing that missing out on these Baltimore staples is scarier than losing five dollars on a pastry. When this realization hit, I momentarily freaked out. A whole bucket list to get done in a handful of weeks? After I took a step back, I recognized that the list is supposed to be fun, and that’s all I can really ask for with the dwindling moments left in college. So, here are some ideas I have completed, written down and never got to or heard recommended by others and think could be awesome to help you set up the best senior year ever.
(05/21/26 4:00am)
If you had asked me four years ago what my college experience would look like, I never would have imagined 4:30 a.m. wake-ups, jumping out of planes or leading a battalion of 60 people before turning 22. I entered the Army Reserve Officers’ Training Corps (ROTC) with an open mind and little military background. Within weeks, I realized it was only about 10% tactics and 90% everything else — leadership, interpersonal skills, discipline, organization, public speaking and more.
(05/21/26 4:00am)
Let’s start at the beginning.
(05/21/26 4:00am)
In celebration of the Hopkins Sesquicentennial Celebration, here are 150 things you should do before you graduate!
(05/21/26 4:00am)
When I think about the student organization I am most grateful I joined at Hopkins, I immediately think of Hopkins Sport Taekwondo (HST). I joined during my junior year because I wanted to be part of a sports club that was active, fun and rooted in a genuine community. What I found was much more than a club. I found a family.
(03/07/26 10:00pm)
Recently, I have taken up meditation. It is one of those things you turn to when you fall into a post-grad quarter-life crisis in your early twenties (you’ll know what I’m talking about when the time comes, trust me). I had hoped that always being told I am “mature for my age” would have saved me from such a fate, but alas, I succumbed to it alongside all of my friends once the summer after college graduation ended. Left with a choice between getting really into rock-climbing or trying to become an influencer, I decided to take the third option: turning to meditation and going on a quest to “find myself” instead. So starting this semester, I began a ritual of daily meditation, meditating for 15 minutes every day right after I wake up.
(03/07/26 9:52pm)
I started therapy a couple of weeks ago (sorry, I know that I have a tendency to overshare in these articles). At one of our first appointments, my therapist asked me what I do for “fun.” In response, I just stared at her — jaw slacked, and eyes glossed over, like she just asked me to do cartwheels across the harbor.
(03/09/26 2:28am)
Nowadays, it’s rare to walk into a restaurant just because you’re passing by. Whether it’s a relaxed hangout with friends or a carefully curated date night, many people decide on the restaurant beforehand. Restaurant reviews on platforms such as Google, Yelp, Beli, Resy and more are crucial in guiding one’s choice of dining. A lot of people also choose to write a review of the restaurant after an experience there, helping other potential diners decide whether it’s the right atmosphere, food, service and convenience they are looking for. Here’s a guide from an amateur restaurant reviewer on how to write a restaurant review, with personal pet peeves included.
(03/07/26 9:31pm)
In my senior year of high school, I took Mr. Graham’s literature class out of a lack of decisiveness; I frankly don’t know what could fill the English gap in my schedule beyond the standard English Literature 101. Strangely, that small decision I made in my guidance counselor’s overstimulating office irrevocably changed my outlook on the world. Through this very rough and informal guide, I hope to open a new world to you as well, just like how a jabby and witty coffee-addicted English teacher did for me.
(03/07/26 9:58pm)
Humans, and especially college students, love the idea of “optimizing” their time. We’ve all heard variations of these statements: How do I put in the least amount of work to get my intended result? How many hours should I spend on this activity to get to a specific level? What’s the latest I can start studying to still pass this exam? Will joining this fun club prevent me from doing my work?
(03/07/26 9:42pm)
My planning system is quite literally the hallmark of my existence. Without it, I’m pretty sure I’d be a whirlwind of anxiety and “productive” panic. For as long as I can remember, I’ve felt the need to be everywhere, do everything and master every habit. If it isn’t written down, then it doesn’t exist, and if it isn't organized, my brain isn’t either. Over the years, I’ve realized that my obsession with layouts and trackers isn’t just about being “anal”; it’s a form of my meditation. It’s the one place where I have total, beautiful control.
(03/07/26 9:53pm)
The energy in a middle school classroom is quite unpredictable. On any given afternoon, I might be greeted by a whirlwind of high-energy sixth graders or a group of exhausted students winding down after a long day. As a Head Mentor for the Charm City Stem League (CCSL), I’ve learned that my most important job isn’t just teaching science; it’s meeting students exactly where they are emotionally and turning that energy into a productive, inspired hour of discovery and curiosity.
(03/07/26 9:49pm)
I often catch myself asking what I like, as the answers frequently change. Still, two things remain the constants of my life: drawing and writing. No matter how crowded life feels, they remain delightful retreats whenever I find a moment of leisure.
(03/07/26 10:05pm)
I have been a dancer since I was three years old, following my older sister’s footsteps and proudly wearing her hand-me-down tap shoes. So naturally, when I saw her start theater, I knew I’d inevitably follow her down that route as well (though I didn’t start until high school). Although initially I thought she was against the idea of sharing her hobby with me, she grew to love the moments we got to share on stage. It was such an honor getting to watch her senior year musical — not from the audience — but on the stage with her.
(03/07/26 9:47pm)
I like to think that investing in a camera is like petting a jellyfish. Let’s say you want to delve into photography beyond your trusty phone camera but don’t know where to start. Similarly, you might be interested in finding out what a jellyfish feels like, but you don’t know how to approach the many dilemmas. What kinds of jellyfish are best to pet? Which parts of the jellyfish should you touch? How do you ensure you gain the most enlightening jellyfish-petting experience? You might find yourself asking similar questions as you explore potential cameras. Let’s break it down.
(03/07/26 9:40pm)
Unfortunately, dressing well in today’s economy can be worryingly expensive. Social media would have us believe that fits should cost hundreds of dollars in total. The good news is that it’s just not true — great clothing can be accessible and affordable if you just know what you’re looking for, and a great way to narrow down your vision is to build a capsule wardrobe!
(03/07/26 10:12pm)
It's such a simple question. Deceptively simple, even. Whether it’s meeting your roommate for the first time or waiting awkwardly in line at Levering Kitchens, I’m sure many of us have encountered this staple of small talk. Answering this question should be easy — second nature by now. Yet it’s one I’ve always struggled to respond to.
(03/07/26 10:11pm)
One morning, I woke up to find my phone charger unceremoniously tugged to the floor, in the space between my bed and the window ledge where it was originally placed. And as I did the usual awkward reach into that crevice, I realized that the loss of my phone and the subsequent back pain for its retrieval were punishment. The skein of baby pink yarn on that same ledge, studded with my 0.7 mm crochet hook, was tangled with my charging cable. My toxic situationship wanted attention, and it had decided that aggressively strangling my phone was the best way to receive it.
(03/07/26 9:34pm)
Your group chat is discussing spring break. Everyone is fixated on the mystical “Japan trip,” speaking in currency exchange rates and saved up frequent flyer miles.
(03/09/26 2:29am)
For a week now, I’ve thought there’s a metaphor hiding inside 35 millimeter slides. The square, flimsy cardboard ones — sometimes plastic or glass — that go in projectors to spew pictures on the wall. Some of the film goes green, red and even purple with age; sometimes, the film tears or collects dirt. I’m in something of a writer’s block, though sometimes I doubt my claim to that disease, wonder if instead I just have block. For now, I’ll call those 35 millimeter slides memories. It’s a low-hanging metaphor that will have to do.
