Two weeks of class have already flown by. Problem sets are perpetual, clubs and UROPs are underway, and the realization that I have officially begun working towards my degree has settled in. This semester, I took 54
Here's the thing about me: I'm naturally an introvert. Talking to people In Real Life has always kind of freaked me out to some (albeit small, and rapidly decreasing) degree, and my composure will vary drastically
I looked my interviewer in the eye, blinking away sweat from my forehead and trying not to cringe from the terrible aftertaste of the iced tea we both ordered. It was 95 degrees and we were both slowly fusing