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Soon after I was born — one month premature, weighing under five pounds and yellowed with jaundice — my dad held my whole body in one hand and instantly felt a strong bond between us. He told me that he felt a profound desire to care for his newborn son. There might come a time, however, when you need to take care of your own parent.
Lena and Kara’s relationship became an instant hit among fans, with some interpreting their relationship as sisterly and others as romantic, inspiring the ship “Supercorp.” Either way, Lena and Kara are undeniably close, except in one critical aspect. Lena still has no idea that Kara is Supergirl.
Seventeenth-century British poet and political writer John Milton looked at these same questions that our student body debated. Does tolerating backward religious views promote free speech or suppress it? Who should get an education? To what extent is free speech limited? Milton examines all these questions, and we should listen to his answers. They might add something to the conversations we’re having.
The first page of results that comes up when you type “instant mac and cheese” into google consists almost entirely of recipes. It’s almost as though some people don’t understand the concept of “instant.”
Of course, in anticipation of the upcoming Thanksgiving Break, Hopkins has also decided to make the beginning of November one of the most stressful times of the year by piling on the assignments and meetings.
Not long ago, I found myself facing the unpleasant reality that my dating preferences may reflect racial prejudices.
Now I imagine that I’ve already said some things that confuse you. I hear you ask, “What are biscuits?” Or maybe you’re thinking, “Don’t you mean cookies?” In response, I will kindly direct you to the handy dictionary I have included at the end of this column.
In an attempt to be funny, I told her I’d only ever been on the receiving end of rejections before, albeit only from literary journals. She asked me a little bit about why I liked writing and what my plans were for it in the future. I gave her the same speech I would later give in all my college applications, about how I wanted to go into science but didn’t ever want to stop writing and how I loved weaving science and poetry together.
I haven’t always been as well-practiced of a listener as I am now (shout out to A Place to Talk!), but ever since my childhood, I have been sensitive and caring. Empathy came naturally to me. Part of this stems from my family’s history with mental illness. My sister, who is now diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder, began exhibiting symptoms of autism and bipolar disorder when she was 13. I was eight at the time.
My mom would pour me the milk first and then dump in whatever particular cereal brand I happened to be obsessing over that month.
We all know it’s hard to leave home and attend college. You know what’s even harder? Leaving home and attending college in another country.
1. “Pilot” (1x01): With a double homicide, a throat slashing, a life-altering physical assault and a faked murder, Gotham doesn’t pull any punches in its first outing, setting up the bleak tone and pervasive violence that have come to define the show. A 12-year-old Bruce Wayne (David Mazouz) is set on the path to becoming Batman after watching helplessly as his parents are shot and killed. Meanwhile, Penguin (Robin Lord Taylor) tries to improve his status in the criminal underworld and pays for it dearly.
During Orientation Week it serves as the go-to weapon for shattering the awkward silence that pervades many first conversations with fellow First-Year Mentor (FYM) group members and new floormates.
Recently, I went to the Counseling Center to wait on a friend. I had been to the Center before but not for some time. While sitting in the waiting room, I noticed an assortment of pamphlets for a variety of support groups on campus. One that stuck out to me read “Living with Loss Support Group.”
When we got to the topic of mortality, she asked whether I had read When Breath Becomes Air, and I said the usual “No, I haven’t, but I really should; I really wish I had more time to read.”
Here are the questions and answers, helpfully provided by the internet, that I found more pressing than the questions my professors had assigned this week: