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Finding My Home

Finding My Home

Learning to thrive in grad school

March 9, 2018 | Olivia F.

“70 Pacific Street. I guess this is it,” my dad declared as we pulled the minivan to the front entrance. The nine-story brick building loomed over us like Mount Everest. I could feel my heart beat as I walked to the front door, my parents not far behind. A banner with “Sidney Pacific” on the […]

Wow, You’re at MIT! You Must be a Genius!

Wow, You’re at MIT! You Must be a Genius!

Undervaluing hard work in grad school

March 9, 2018 | Jacqueline W.

“Wow, you’re at MIT? You must be a genius!” Um. Not sure how to answer that. Look down at my shoes. Nervous laugh. “Uh, thanks?” The random passerby who saw my MIT shirt and just had to comment on my presumed brilliance seems satisfied with my response. Perhaps the “awkward genius” trope played in my […]

Craving a Lemon Poppyseed Muffin

Craving a Lemon Poppyseed Muffin

Learning to contextualize desires

March 9, 2018 | Shayne O.

Five years ago, I ate a red velvet muffin every morning for about six weeks. It was the first semester of my freshman year, and I enjoyed the community of regulars that came with this breakfast ritual. The muffins were always these amorphous, half-goo red masses with too much sugar and never enough love. You […]

Ayşe, Ali, and Oya

Ayşe, Ali, and Oya

Three types of students- from the eyes of a procrastinator

March 9, 2018 | Bora O.

After seventeen years of being a student at three different schools, in three different countries. I have come to the resounding conclusion that students can more or less be placed into three categories based on how they procrastinate: the always-overachiever, the workaholic socialite, and the surprisingly competent bare-minimalist.    While being taught to read and […]

Be Wrong

Be Wrong

MIT graduate students, like pigeons, run into glass doors sometimes.

March 9, 2018 | Dustin H.

When I was in college I smacked my head on the same tree branch three times within a single month. A year later, during a particularly hectic period, two glass doors each acquired a decent print of my face. I am delighted to report that my head has not come into contact with a tree […]