How to hide from your problems
Everyone knows Hopkins students are stressed. We scream stress from the tips of our bedheads to the soles of our unwashed socks. Everyone needs to get away for a little while, so here are the best places to do it.
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Everyone knows Hopkins students are stressed. We scream stress from the tips of our bedheads to the soles of our unwashed socks. Everyone needs to get away for a little while, so here are the best places to do it.
So of course the first thing I do, little nine-year-old chest all puffed up with the pride of knowing something you think others don’t, is show my new stockpile to my older brother.
Perhaps not quite. But America certainly got a taste of disaster, or at least the potential of it, on Monday night. Oh America, America — look where your infatuation with the risqué has brought you now.
I’ve been a member of HERO since last fall and started service in March. I’ve wanted to be an EMT for a long time –- our training equips us to handle critical situations when a lot of people would feel helpless. Plus, learning to keep an even head under pressure goes a long way in life.
It’s a valid question. Personally, math is far from being my favorite subject. In fact, it’s pretty far down the list — so I do suppose it’s weird that I’m taking two math classes my first semester at Hopkins.
I encourage everyone to listen to all of their music if you haven’t already — there are some absolute gems that I won’t mention here because I’ve chosen to limit myself. But without further ado....
If being a student at Hopkins has taught me anything, it has taught me that tests are the only real way to measure someone’s aptitude in something. Here are a few things I think I would be better at if they counted towards my GPA:
1. “Fall” by Dotan: This first one is a new discovery of mine. Of course, I chose it because of the name, even though it’s not really referring to the season, but also because it’s got this really beautiful airy sound that somehow reminds me of a fall breeze. It’s not a slow song by any means either. If you’re going to check out only one song from this list, I’d suggest this one.
Three sisters Allison, Meegan and Natalie Closner sound like all of your dreams blended into one band as their sweet voices fill your headphones. They grew up in Oregon with two creative and artistic parents. Their father was a jazz singer and drummer while their mother was a theatre teacher. From a young age, Natalie was always the performer who was able to command the attention in the room, even if it was just family. Meanwhile Allison and Meegan, who are twins, stayed out of the spotlight, but sometimes participated in their mom’s musical theatre productions. Eventually Natalie went off to college and attempted to pursue her own music career seriously.
Now, anyone who is an electrical engineer or just smarter than me can stop reading right now (no one needs to make a comment on how large a group of people that describes). I am about to spend quite a lot of time describing something very basic. Hopefully there are people out there who are getting up off their hands and knees, having just stared down their outlets, who will appreciate this foray into mediocrity.
Starting out as a sewing machine salesman in the early 1900s, Charles Hatfield would wander through the dry, godless wasteland known as Southern California. There, he would preach to farmers, small towns and city councils that he could bring salvation and that he could baptize the dirt of the earth with his “moisture accelerating recipe.”
Aries
It is recommended that the average person drink eight 8-ounce glasses of water a day to help relieve fatigue, aid digestion and alleviate pain. The best way to stay hydrated is through the use of readily available, clean and safe public drinking water, as we are privileged to have here on the Homewood Campus of Johns Hopkins University.
Though I was not granted permission to see any of these movies until my early teens, phrases like “this place is so confusing” and “it’s in Johnson’s underwear” were often part of my everyday conversations. No movie, however, was quoted more in my household than Sixteen Candles.
Amidst all the will-they-won’t-they drama between Chuck and Blair are scattered these complicated listings of painful side effects spoken over images of actors who can finally be happy after getting over their joint pain/diarrhoea/migraines. This direct to consumer (DTC) advertising is commonplace here in America. According to the World Health Organization, the only other place in the world where a soothing narrator talking about the possibility of anti-diarrheal medication making your anus fall out wouldn’t get a second look is New Zealand. That’s right, the U.S. has more in common with New Zealand than an official language and a history of exploiting indigenous peoples.
Some of these songs merely remind me of those times, others bear messages that I believe could be helpful to all new and returning students. Everyone’s music taste is unique, but I hope everyone can find something on here that speaks to them. Enjoy!
St. Clair, living in Los Angeles, is an icon in the making. He is a singer, songwriter and producer who just released his first solo single Aug. 19. The song is called “Man on Fire” and Earl St. Clair is bound to be his own man on fire as his career skyrockets with his single and EP.
It is a vain struggle to tire out the young men and women who have just been dropped into the lawless world of college. Though these events may not have the effect desired by the Hopkins administration, I am more than happy to take advantage of them.
This is a column by an easily distracted, Wikipedia-loving college student who can’t identify run-on sentences and isn’t even majoring in history. So be prepared for a lot of guessing and a strong prejudice for the absurd, weird and, above all, irrelevant. Here we go.