Keri G. '10
There are people at this school who are exceptional at everything they do: they get all As, cure diseases, bake amazing cookies for their friends all the time, and manage to look awesome every day when they show up (on time!) for class in the morning.
I am not one of those people.
My name is Keri Garel, I graduated in 2010, and I now work in the Gabrieli Lab at (you guessed it!) MIT. It's like this place won't let me leave.
My life at MIT is not what you would expect. I fall up flights of stairs only just more frequently than I fall down them (which is often). I should really cut down on the amount of bacon I eat, lest I have a heart attack at age 30. I am known for making obscene faces in photographs on the rare occasion when I am in front of the camera instead of wielding it, and I will attempt to write the next paragraph without including the word "I," to compensate for its overuse in this one.
In my homeland of South Florida, snow is only a myth. My fanatical, creepy-as-all-get-out love for brains means that people never fail to remember what my major was. The number of Sonic Youth albums in my music collection is a little ridiculous. My dorm was the best place in the world.
I love music, art, photography, dance, and theater. I'm still not quite sure why I went to a school for science and engineering, but I'm in good company here. ("Do you even go to this school?" "No, I just have a lot of feelings.") The future is terrifying, but if you don't ask me about it, then we won't discuss it. Deal? Deal.