IAP 2013 was a logistical (and medical) nightmare but a fantastic adventure. I broke my big toe into a bunch of pieces, then flew home to London for winter break,…
“Books wrote our life story, and as they accumulated on our shelves (and on our windowsills, and underneath our sofa, and on top of our refrigerator), they became chapters in…
Late in February, my friend Ashley ’12 forwarded me a notice titled “Dudamel – Open Rehearsal” and asked if I would be interested in attending with her. Scrolling through the…
Midnight. We switched off the generator and the glaring light died. A flurry of moths, freed from the beacon that had attracted them, flew off into the darkness. Three thousand…
14 billion years ago (ish), the universe Banged and rapidly expanded. What started as tiny quantum fluctuations also expanded, clumped, and became the structures that we see today. One such…
This is Anna Ho, reporting live from her transition to being 21 years old. (Sidenote: a fun consequence of having a Halloween birthday is that whenever you go to the…
Ah, Reg Day. The day when *ALL* (except freshmen) MIT students meet with their advisors to sign up for classes. The day before the first day of classes. The day…
Sometime last year, a prospective student e-mailed me asking about the pertinence of writing to science. The answer was: writing is an absolutely essential skill for a scientist. *…
Shenandoah National Park houses 200,000 acres of forests, rocky outcrops, meadows, stunning outlooks, and dramatic waterfalls – so, we weren’t about to settle for an official camping site. We parked…
As promised, I finished my post about deciding what to do this summer. Disclaimer that I haven’t slept in 22 hours. – Last summer, a life plan took shape: get…
At MIT, I’ve taught for two Splashes, three Sparks, and two HSSPs. My classes have evolved with my interests: Spark (Spring 2011): Rockets and Composites (how rockets are designed and built) Splash (Fall…
I usually don’t write “DECISIONS ARE DRAWING NEAR!” posts, because although I would like to be comforting: 1) I worry that my words will feed the frenzy, not lessen it.…
10:25pm, Friday. I was sprinting down dorm row from French House to 77 Mass Ave, wearing baggy sweatpants and a baggy long-sleeved shirt, clutching a handbag that contained an article…
Spoilers: there’s a picture of an awesome cake at the end of this post. Disclaimer: I gave myself exactly one hour to write this post, because I’m super hosed…so lots…