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The breaking point

The breaking point

And the slow path to recovery

May 25, 2022 | Anna I.

I got off the escalator and stepped onto the platform. Three minutes until the train, eighteen minutes until I get to MIT, twenty minutes until my meeting. My breath was a bit fast: I’d been walking briskly. Suddenly, my chest tightened, and no more air could get in. My first reaction wasn’t fear – it […]

Unashamed to Be a Nerd

Unashamed to Be a Nerd

Proclaiming my love for Harry Potter

September 9, 2019 | Anna I.

My friends at school weren’t really into Harry Potter. Many had watched the movies, and a few had read the books, but the magical world did not have the same appeal for them as it did for me. I was enthralled by the story of the Boy Who Lived, captivated by the psychological complexity of […]

Going Through a Breakup

Going Through a Breakup

How work and friends helped me (somewhat) regain my inner balance

June 17, 2019 | Anna I.

I came back to Boston after a month of traveling to find out that my boyfriend and I had fallen out of love. After an ever-difficult conversation during a rainy September night, I was faced with the necessity to adjust to my “single” relationship status while staying on top of my responsibilities as a graduate […]

The Risks of Speaking Up

The Risks of Speaking Up

How to win a speech competition by going meta

October 22, 2018 | Anna I.

Ping – a new email in my inbox. It was a reminder that I had signed up for the “MIT Can Talk” Oratory Competition, taking place tomorrow. The email window stayed open for a while, waiting patiently while I was deciding whether I still wanted to participate. I had just submitted a paper for a […]

From Neurons to Language

From Neurons to Language

Joys and sorrows of interdisciplinary research

March 29, 2018 | Anna I.

When I was waitlisted for MIT undergraduate admissions, I put together a statement that would serve as an addendum to my application. It included a Venn diagram that depicted my scientific interests at the time.  Not a single person from the waitlist was accepted that year, but little did I know that four years later […]