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Ways of Responding to Accusations of Intelligence

Ways of Responding to Accusations of Intelligence

Use in case of emergency

April 16, 2019 | Stephen L.

An awkward yet common situation that I’ve witnessed at MIT is one in which someone is accused of being intelligent. While grateful for such charitable perceptions, the accused is often left speechless, befuddled or even reflexively defensive. This post is not about how I feel about said accusations, the veracity of such claims, or my […]

Wasting My Degree

Wasting My Degree

Why is having kids, moving out of the city, and following an unusual path a waste?

March 18, 2019 | Jacqueline W.

“She’s worried you’ll waste your degree.” My friend (let’s call her Anna) relays this message to me as coming from another friend, but I can tell from her tone of voice that she’s clearly worrying about the same potential waste. That makes the question doubly irritating. As if pretending to be merely the messenger could […]

How Not to Die Alone

How Not to Die Alone

Free cats at MIT

March 11, 2019 | Stephen L.

This is an account of how three grad students came to befriend a cat at MIT.   Year 1 B.C. (Before the Cat) Grad school can be an isolating experience if you allow yourself  to be consumed by the lab or classes. Fortunately, I found at least two acceptable individuals in my program named Guillaume […]

Unscrambling a Scrambled Egg

Unscrambling a Scrambled Egg

An algorithmic approach to sustain a healthy long-distance relationship

March 11, 2019 | Yong-Chul Y.

“We are pleased to offer you a spot for the HST MEMP program for Fall 2018….” I freeze while my brain works very hard to process multiple emotions and thoughts. I send a message: “the HST program offered me a spot.” Shortly after, my computer blinks with a response. “Can we talk?” I minimize one […]

Pottery before P-Sets

Pottery before P-Sets

How marriage and a reindeer plate gave me some much needed perspective

March 4, 2019 | Sam M.

I wouldn’t really call myself a pottery guy. Don’t get me wrong… I can appreciate a good bowl every once in a while, and some of those vases can really knock my socks off, but that hardly means I was dreaming of making my own. And yet, there I was in a small pottery painting […]