Being cynical about love
Sure, I see couples basking in the sun at the local park or drinking wine at a fancy restaurant, but while romantic love is a reality for them, it’s not for me.
Breathe in, breathe out
Never had I experienced true silence until I descended underwater.
Abundant resources exist but are underutilized
Sometimes we forget that we have the privilege of attending one of the best universities in the world.
Beaver mascot cupcakes
The beaver cupcakes have interesting flow properties, as frosting, chocolate, marshmallows, and cake are all “soft materials” with non-Newtonian deformation and complex constitutive models relating stress and strain.
The nonlinear degree path
As I walked around the career fair, trying to convince both the recruiters and myself that I wasn’t worthless, I didn’t feel like this was part of some grand narrative. I just felt ashamed.
When you aren’t, and then you are
Life changing, yet subtly, gently, pushing you toward the next big moment in your life.
Work-life balance
“You are in the twilight of a mediocre academic career, taking the path of least resistance, just slipping by everything.”
Why I chose MIT
The more I read the blogs, the more I wanted to be a part of MIT.
Regressing instead of progressing?
If my situation sounded like burnout, what did that mean for my next three years at MIT?
Following the footsteps of the Class of 2026 this CPW
The Tech spoke with several prefrosh about their prospective areas of study, their first day of CPW, and the number of steps they’ve taken across campus so far.
Gonna go fast like a Linoone
“Thank you,” I said as I shut the car door and left as quickly as it was socially acceptable.
Falling apart
Only a few weeks ago, I felt so completely empty, like my center had been scooped out of me. What remained was a scorched shell of pure apathy.
Dear friend,
I know your insecurities, secrets, and aspirations, but can I really know you well despite having no day-to-day interactions with you?
Wind, rewind
I wake in the mornings, a ray of sun dancing through the windows onto my sheets, falling with a weighted blanket of air. Sitting up, the iridescent covers shed from my chest, but the weight remains.
The words that stuck with me
If I couldn’t even be kind and compassionate to myself, then how could I love anyone unconditionally?
Eating tofu pudding again
I feel like I am back in my ten-year-old self once again, content with the joys in life as simple as tofu pudding.
To you. Yes. You.
I’m trying to live in memories and hope for the future and remain in the present moment; impossibly I think I might actually be doing it, but not enough — never as much as I want to.
Expiration
I was nostalgic for a version of myself who didn’t quite exist yet. And, to be frank, it made me appreciative.