Keri G. '10
- Course 9
- [email protected]
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.