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I can think of three reasons why people not from America might want to watch the Super Bowl. First is an actual like for American football and a desire to watch the game. In my humble opinion, that’s the least compelling reason to watch, but what do I know?
“At Hopkins, people are not defined socially by their Greek affiliation.” That’s what prospective students are told when they are just getting to know Hopkins. However, for freshmen drunk off an entire semester of Greekrank and hearsay — and not actual information from real-life sorority members — the opposite is true.
With the Super Bowl over (and me feeling like the only person on campus upset about the Pats losing), it may feel like time to forget about the lovely distraction that sports provide from more pressing issues. Fortunately, that isn’t the case this year. The 2018 Olympic Winter Games, hosted in PyeongChang, South Korea, begin in only a few days. The Olympics may be the one competition that students from nearly all walks of life can feel excited about- with so many countries represented, everyone has somewhere to root for, or at least somewhere to root against. But it’s strange to realize that, although the Olympics, always highly publicized and usually with a few fun controversies thrown in, occur every two or four years, most of us have no idea how or why the competition came about.
A month ago, I woke up to the worst text I had ever received in my life. It was a suicide note from a close friend. A few hours later, when another friend and I found him, it was far too late.
I was probably about five or six when I first learned that my parents were considered to be “middle aged”. Naturally, I started preparing for their deaths. I vividly remember storing away palm-sized pictures of my mom and dad, faintly reminiscent of yearbook photos, in a jewelry box. I would sometimes take them out and, with a real sense of urgency, try to memorize my parent’s faces. Back then, I only thought about death in terms of its physical aftermath - the photos being a representation of my parents after they go, my memories of their faces being all I needed to keep them with me. A fairly practical way to confront the faint beginnings of my understanding of mortality.
We spent weeks trying to figure out what we would call this column. We tried out a lot of ideas. We still aren’t sure that we’re happy with this one. But eventually, we just had to put ourselves out there.
Hopkins is failing its mission statement and failing us as students. The University claims that cultivating “the capacity for life-long learning,” is the core of their mission and, in the words of Daniel Coit Gilman, that the goal of the school is making students “strong, bright, useful and true.” With the current required curricula in engineering majors, creating such students would be nearly impossible.
So today is Monday, the first week of spring classes and, for graduating seniors like me, the start of our last semester as undergraduates. Some might call this “the beginning of the end.”
Many students at Hopkins, myself most definitely included, regard a snowstorm as the perfect photo op. Flocks of snowflakes descend from the sky and blanket the architecture, trees and fields of the Homewood campus in an aesthetically pleasing manner, masking our lost hopes and dreams with a fluffy white veneer. They fashion the contents of our Hopkins bubble into an idyllic backdrop.
If you are a woman, how do you navigate a male-dominated industry? That was the question on my mind when I decided to take the stand-up comedy class last year during Intersession. I was interested in seeing whether I could make people laugh, and testing that out in front of 800 people seemed like a good idea.
Baltimore Restaurant Week really couldn’t have come at a better time for most Hopkins students, since it was smack in the middle of Intersession. Classes during this time only had pass/fail grades and generally involved either light workloads or none at all. Most importantly, they were actually fun to take.
Marvel’s Runaways, a Hulu original series, centers on a group of teens with emotional issues, superpowers, serial killers for parents and a genetically engineered, telepathic pet dinosaur. It pretty adeptly checks the boxes for as many genres as possible, aside from musical theater (although the soundtrack is lit).
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My favorite kind of books are those that act as mirrors, reflecting the world back at the reader and illuminating new truths and ideas. Turtles All the Way Down, John Green’s newest novel, is one those rare books.
The LA Times overviewed our diet’s water footprint, which is the amount of fresh water directly used and incorporated in goods and services: The production of one pound of beef requires 1,800 pounds; one pound of cheese requires 600 gallons; and one pound of wheat requires 132 gallons of water. Your reaction to these figures could be surprise, disappointment or indifference.
But you might not have read the article “Major shaming: What’s the use?” After all, it wasn’t in our News-Letter. It was a piece in The Daily Pennsylvanian by a sophomore at the University of Pennsylvania named Alex Silberzweig.
In an art history class of upperclassmen and art history majors, I simply did not share their knowledge or experience. It was hard to learn that a male student in my art history class passed away in November. That’s a tragedy. The professor sent an email: “A student in our class died last night. I know that some of you are friends of his and may be having a difficult time dealing with this.” My grandmother’s name was Sylvia, and she died from cancer. I may die one day as well. In this personal essay, I will analyze my melancholy persona in writing pursuits and most of all, honor the greatest people in my life
“Legends of Today” (Flash 2x08) / “Legends of Yesterday” (Arrow 4x08): An immortal former Egyptian priest named Vandal Savage (Casper Crump) comes to Central City to kill Cisco’s (Carlos Valdes) girlfriend, Kendra (Ciara Renée), and recover an ancient artifact.