This week’s Campus Cutie is sophomore stud Seth Caplan! Seth is outdoorsy, outgoing, and very easy to talk to you. Whether you’re looking for a running buddy or a study buddy, look no further—Seth is your guy!
Hometown:
Harrisburg, PA
Nickname:
Satchi – when I was little I couldn’t say sorry and I was always really mean to my brother (and still am but he’s really mean) so when my parents would tell me to say sorry I would say satchi and that’s what they called me.
Major/Minor:
History major, minoring in design and legal studies.
Involvement on campus:
Armour and Kumba
Favorite song right now?
Love Me in a Field by Luke Bryan
How do you spend your free time?
I exercise and eat a lot of cereal.
What is your hidden talent?
Discount shopping. I just won’t pay full price for anything. I believe in buying in bulk and outlets. I’m a Maxxinista.
If you could be any animal…
Obviously a lemur but that’s not cool.
What’s the best thing about having facial hair?
When I’m anxious I can just stroke my beard. Also, people think I’m older than I am even though I’m still just a bambi. It really adds a layer of maturity.
Favorite restaurant in St. Louis?
Obviously Lulu’s Seafood. I feel like I’m stuck in a 1980s Chinese restaurant when I go there. I can taste the MSG in every bite. I love that it’s family style. I think family style meals are the best because you get to nosh on everything. The aesthetic is everything. From the plastic (actual plastic) food when you walk in to the red and gold Chinese dragons that are everywhere. And paper lanterns.
What reality show do you wish you could be on?
Real Housewives of Atlanta. I just vibe with them.
Name one thing you can’t live without.
Peanut butter powder. It’s everything to me. No, that’s not a good answer. But it is very important to me. Let’s go with Copeland McCarter. What a doll.
If you have to spend the rest of your life in one place, where would it be?
Costco in Harlem. It’s where suburbia meets the urban environment. I’ve been to a million Costcos and this one really just stands out to me and feels like home.
Guilty pleasures?
That’s a bad question. All of my pleasures are guilty. No shame.