about their applications. (After all, their college application is one of ... now, I’m 3000 miles away in Cambridge. And the fact of the matter is, I ... -nation” (lol it’s a stupid name but it is really all encompassing), I understood
between the two lovers is steeped in racial and cultural differences.
In ... everything there was to know about myself. I didn't know how easy it is to ... boyfriend who is fully white, but this has also proven untrue in other ways
is easy and makes sense, it's walkable, it's green, it's clean (relatively).
San Francisco is...incredibly different. I'm trying to get used ... , though. I know what is safe and what isn't down to the crossroads. I know
I was too young to have any conception of what death is. more so, most ... evidence that life is, indeed, inexorable. the weekend before classes started ... , rendered immobile.
putting a pet down is a decision that's awful beyond
In the past few months, communication with each other has been sparse and limited to being mostly textual: an email to an advisor, letting them know how we’re doing now that the semester is over, a text message
The semester is over and I'm back at home, spread out on my much too familiar living room sofa. At this point, I should be familiar with how quickly 13 weeks go by. And just how little time there seems to be to
The following is a guest post by Sam U. '16
When I applied to MIT, I wanted to be the first man on Mars--or even one of the nerdy guys in the control room screaming with joy. I had just finished up an
On Friday, September 4th, I arrived in my office shortly after 7AM. One of the lovely things about my office is that I have a window under the Great Dome, overlooking Killian Court. It's a beautiful view