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A sprinkle of inspiration, a dash of music, and a boatload of writing; these were the main ingredients that drove the self-publication of my debut novel, The Uncommon, at 18 years old.

By now, most Monmouth students have heard of Malibu. But if you haven’t had a chance to jam to their beachy vibes yet, you’ll definitely want to add them to your playlist.

Imagine being a penguin in a jungle, somewhere unfamiliar that you’re jumping into headfirst. For many transfer students at Monmouth, this is a common feeling.

As syllabus week winds down and you have planned out your work, or planned to procrastinate, you may be looking for some things to do. Thankfully, there are countless things to do around Monmouth County to occupy your time. 

Autumn has its amazing side– pumpkin flavored everything, being able to wear comfy sweatshirts, and even just being able to walk outside without sweating. Even though there is so much to enjoy about this beautiful time of the year, it is clear that it is also a time of strain on the body.

Eight students participated in this year’s Summer Scholars program. The students were from six different departments, each guided by a faculty mentor.

Your roommate isn’t who you thought they would be, and now you’re hiding away in the library or bathroom hoping for a change. Is it too late to switch? Will the awkwardness pass? Or will you be stuck with a problem child until May?

Starting classes. Making friends. Mounds of homework. These and many more things are the cause of stress for millions of students returning to college and arriving for the first time. There are different types of stress that can affect students, which can ultimately affect their performance at school and their mental health.      

Leather jackets, combat boots, ripped jeans: the quintessential “rocker” outfit. And the best thing about this apparel? It emerges in the fall, amongst the changing leaves and the dropping temperatures.

I remember when I was young, growing up I wanted so desperately to be older- I would drag my little feet around the house in someone else’s high heels, rub bright crimson lipstick across my lips, eventually smearing it on everything I touched. Being the youngest of four older half sisters, I looked at them as adults, not siblings. I wanted to be like them: traipsing around with significant others, graduating high school, being their own people–just like the movies. I didn’t know that when I got older, it came with a number of other things less glamorous than walking the halls hand in hand with friends. But, still, here I am today, looking back on the years I’ve spent wishing to be older, more mature, having an aura of seriousness and elegance that I couldn’t even imagine having, let alone deserving.