By Caroline Halligan
Your Weekend is the section where we highlight the intriguing, exciting and all-around fun events and activities happening in Baltimore over the weekend.
By Caroline Halligan
With finals nearly upon us, it can be hard to remember to take time to do things that we enjoy. While the Hopkins work ethic of spending three days straight on A-level and talking about how stressed you are may seem seductive, giving your brain a break actually boosts your ability to meaningfully take in information. At least, it prevents you from going all Nicholson in The Shining.
Thanksgiving has come and gone, and so we shed our first semester angst in exchange for winter holiday angst. You’re cold, you’re really stressed, and you’re trying to choose a major. But nobody has invented an app that lets you input all your courses and then tells you what major you’re closest to fulfilling so you can graduate early and become a “consultant,” whatever that means. Someone please make that app, by the way. Oh yeah, and the best holiday of the year (Halloween) is now an entire month behind us. The worst of the seasons has arrived, so what better time than now to review the top four spookiest places in Baltimore.
Sleep-deprived and in a slight food coma after my first time properly brunching, I was nowhere nearly as excited as I usually am about plays as I trudged to Everyman Theatre to see Intimate Apparel. Part of me was thrilled to go to a professional performance, while another part was mentally preparing myself for the 1 p.m. – 6:30 p.m. commitment.
If you’ve been around campus in the late morning to midafternoon, the chances are you’ve seen tour guides enthusiastically telling potential Hopkins students that one of the greatest virtues of Baltimore is how easy it is to leave.
Baltimore has no shortage of things to do: sporting events, cultural festivals, farmers’ markets and more. This “and more” includes sources of physical exercise and activity.
I’m from Mumbai, so going home for fall break would probably take me just about as long as fall break itself. I’d probably land just in time to grab a nice lunch at the airport and then be on a 30-hour journey back here right in time for my Monday morning 9 a.m.
If you’re an avid “Your Weekend” reader (here’s looking at you, Dad) you may have noticed a certain Fell’s Point based bakery cropping up with an alarming frequency. Yes, that’s right: It’s time to talk about my doughy little secret.