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Lost hobbies and how to find them

Lost hobbies and how to find them

Finding time for hobbies during graduate school

January 17, 2021 | Rachel B.

“Someday I’ll have more time for _______(insert your lost hobby here).” For years, this statement has been my approach to hobbies. I’ll have more time when this project is completed, or when the semester is over, or when I graduate from college. By constantly pushing these activities into the future, I’ve accumulated a jumbled collection […]

From rockets to rocking chairs

From rockets to rocking chairs

Sitting in a rocking chair holding a baby wasn’t how I expected to kick off graduate school

September 21, 2020 | Anonymous .

Lots of things have changed due to the ongoing COVID-19 pandemic. Classes have moved online, schedules have shifted for fall breaks and holidays, and in general, everyone’s life has been altered. Personally, I had planned on moving to Cambridge in August to start pursuing my Ph.D. in MIT and Harvard’s Health Sciences and Technology (HST) […]

Shaking hands with death

Shaking hands with death

My clinical experience through MIT

September 3, 2020 | Nicolas M.

When I entered the room, I took a few moments to look around. The room was lit by a warm, orange glimmer sneaking through the window blinds, announcing the end of another beautiful summer afternoon. I took one step forward as the nurse pulled the bed curtain closed behind us. The patient was an old […]

Ode to crosswords

Ode to crosswords

Are you down for a cross?

September 3, 2020 | Mingyu Y.

(If you are interested in listening along to me reading the poem aloud, click here)   Eighteen across, “Ponzi scheme”: fraud. Twenty-four down, “Heap kudos on”: laud.   “Opening word”, “Deli stock seed”, Two clues, one key,  The word: sesame.   “Catcher’s spot?” “With pastrami it’s bought?” As the hints would imply, The answer is […]

L’Autre, c’est moi

L’Autre, c’est moi

Sondering away in the heart of a young boy

August 25, 2020 | Nicolas M.

As a child, I vividly remember staring for hours out the window in the back seat of my parents’ car, scrutinizing nearby people stopped at the red light or passing us on the highway. I’d see a driver singing her favorite tune, a couple absorbed in some deep conversation, or an entire family sitting quietly […]