Published by the Students of Johns Hopkins since 1896
January 20, 2021

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VIDEO ESSAY: A walk through Stony Run

The pandemic forced communities across the globe to shelter in place and it closed many of the businesses and venues we’re used to hanging out in. Even in spaces where we are allowed to be around our fellow quaranteens, we were (and still are) required to maintain a distance of six feet. 


VIDEO ESSAY: Ode to joy

The first ode to joy was a poem; then it was the chorus of a symphony. My own little ode to joy comes as a video that captures brief moments of joy and its various forms — contentment, wonder, glee, amusement, bliss — all of which I experienced on an ordinary autumn day.  


COURTESY OF AMELIA ISAACS
DeLeon reflects on a number of songs from her nostalgic playlist.

Turning back time through music

Music is powerful. It is the language of the soul, a collection of stories — stories of love, joy, heartbreak, failure, success — that anyone can tap into and relate to. Sometimes, if we let it, music has the greater ability of allowing us to feel things we never imagined, to feel emotions beyond our own scope of understanding. 


COURTESY OF DIVYA KUMAR
Among other things, Malcom has found joy in frequent walks on the Stony Run Trail.

Learning how to manage my emotions

Soon after quarantine began, I realized that I tended to run away from my negative emotions. I’d channel my anxiety into The News-Letter’s all-consuming, weekly production cycle. I’d hide my sadness by flitting about M-Level. Bury my emptiness at Power Plant Live!. Manifest my stress through low-grade hypochondria.


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The editors of The News-Letter have found joy in numerous ways.

Rapid-fire joy: a quick survey of N-L editors’ joyful happenings

In big things and small. In our day-to-day routines and more special moments. In old memories and new experiences. In songs and books. In the things we do for ourselves, the things we do for others and the things others do for us. These are just a few of the ways in which we can find joy in our lives.  


COURTESY OF DAVID MERCIER AND KELLY DORFMAN
Mercier and Dorfman have taught an intersession class called The Art and Science of Happiness every year since 2018.

The science of happiness and joy

A student achieves a major academic success, a young couple buys their dream home, a retiree escapes to a tropical haven. Each person feels elated, incandescently happy. Then a phenomenon called hedonic adaptation takes hold, and the wonderful feeling subsides over time.



COURTESY OF LAURA WADSTEN
Following advice from O, The Oprah Magazine, Wadsten created a list of all the things that make her happy, including delicious food.

Learning to manifest joy in a time of constant stress

I’m going to be honest, when I heard the fall magazine was going to center on the theme of joy, I didn’t think I’d have an article to write. Being a Hopkins student is stressful enough at the best of times, let alone during the chaos that has been 2020. 


COURTESY OF ELLE GRANT
Over the course of the pandemic, Grant has noticed people revert to Austen-like hobbies such as baking, walking and gardening.

Musings on Austen-tacious hobbies

Three Jane Austen novels deep into quarantine, I found the pattern. I glanced out of my bedroom window, situated at the front of my house facing the street, then back to my copy of (the extremely underrated) Mansfield Park and back again. In quarantine, one of the first things I noticed upon returning home to my locked down state were the walkers. 


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Cosmo Sheldrake’s album The Much Much How How and I reminds Ravi of the nonsense world of Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky.

On fairy tales, nature, nonsense and The Much Much How How and I

I’ve always loved nonsense. Nonsense words. Nonsense phrases and rhymes. Nonsensical conversations. So fittingly, my favorite poem as a child was Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll. I always loved how the words meant nothing but I still knew what they were saying. In Jabberwocky, sound plays the starring role. 


ROSIE JANG/CARTOONS EDITOR
Zimmerman first discovered the marsh on a walk with her mother.

Finding joy in the unfamiliar

My instinctual idea of joy mimics the physicality of the word itself: a short burst, a dynamic syllable emerging from the mundane sentence around it, full of energy and brief color like a small dancer lifting her head and jumping in the air for pure love of movement.


COURTESY OF DAVID BAIK
Baik takes weekly walks at the Gwynedd Preserve near his house.

Two hundred seventy-nine acres of joy at the Gwynedd Preserve

The hardest part of doing school at home for me is not being able to differentiate when I should be doing schoolwork and when I should be using time for myself. What ends up happening most days is that I spend hours in my bedroom, alternating between lying on the floor or sitting hunched over my desk.



My Cousin Vinny brings back the love and comfort of my yute

You know that feeling when you look around Hop and feel incredibly detached from what life was like at home? Then your mind shifts back, and you remember your home friends, your family, your spot on the couch and that one food you love that just doesn’t taste the same in Baltimore (currently missing good pizza). 


COURTESY OF ARIELLA SHUA
Shua revisits the things she loved as a child, like watching cartoons.

Returning to my childhood pastimes to relive happier days

“We decorated our Club Penguin house for Halloween. Y’all should see it.” The above quote would not be out of place in 2006. Those were the good old days — back when Hannah Montana and The Suite Life of Zack & Cody dominated the airwaves of Disney Channel, when headbands, North Face jackets and Crocs studded with Jibbitz were the height of fashion and when snack time was only complete with a pack of Fruit Gushers or Dunkaroos.



COURTESY OF GRETA MARAS
Maras started her “chefsta” by posting photos of pies she had baked on Pi Day.

A sweet (and savory) escape

Coming back home on March 12 was a very surreal, and ultimately very boring, experience. The final three days of school that were supposed to launch us into spring break were instead filled with long hours where I spent more time on YouTube and Hulu than should be legal. As my eyes glazed over during my 200th consecutive episode of Chopped, I knew there had to be something more to this life of captivity than met the eye.



COURTESY OF ALANNA MARGULIES
Margulies has learned much of what she knows about joy from her mother.

When Joy is your middle name

My mom’s name is Ellyn Joy Weisfeldt Margulies. From the day she was born, she was stuck with joy being a part of her life whether she wanted it to be or not. As a consumer of mass media, I know that the classic response to such a prescriptive name would be to live in lifelong defiance of her so-called destiny. 


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