What I did with my dingle this year
I’ve never heard of the term “dingle” before coming to college, but apparently, it means a double room with no roommate.
Freshman year: On falling down, over and over again
I’ve learned from freshman year that I don’t think I know how to live. So, is that it? Have I fallen off from the ambitious, all-star champ I was in senior year of high school?
Observing the magic
My time as Copy staff expanded my perspective of myself. I was no longer a mere observer of MIT life, but an active participant in shaping how the Institute is represented and how it is perceived.
Learning what it means to be an “editor”
At the best of times and the worst of times, I’ve never regretted joining ‘The Tech.’
On exiting
Brief thoughts on an exit from one of MIT’s coolest organizations.
The turning point of my college career
When I reflect upon my time in ‘The Tech,’ I divide my time into two stages: before and after I joined the News Department.
Getting dumber, in a good way
For a very long time, one of the things I liked most was for other people to think I was smart.
A special chapter of my life
Being at ‘The Tech’ was the defining experience of my time at MIT.
I volunteered for a year
My mom’s been disappointed in me since the day I came home from CPW.
On luck
While luck often only becomes possible and meaningful when met with effort and dedication, looking back makes it impossible to deny how large a role chance plays in how our lives unfold.
From non-runner to marathon runner
When people ask me when I started running, they are often surprised to learn that I began during my freshman year at MIT.
Why MIT should preserve the tutorial style in humanities classes
Silence feels different in a room containing only three students. It no longer becomes the anonymous silence of a lecture hall, but rather, a palpable, almost physical silence.
Is life an optimization problem?
There’s a version of regret that curdles into something less useful: a grief for a past that can’t be changed and a hypothetical present that will never exist. I’ve felt that version lately, and I’ve been trying to find my way out of it.
Call a boomer
In this era, the digital divide leaves many people feeling isolated. Matter Neuroscience is a group that aims to increase happiness across all generations; they believe that bridging this gap requires people to talk to and connect with each other.
An ode to the SAB
At best, the food was mediocre; at worst, each visit brought us one step closer to a disastrous, inevitable food poisoning episode.
An unrigorous investigation into food chain consistency
Is Blank Street consistent? Alor investigates!
For the love of the game
The phrase ‘love of the game’ is often employed in the context of sports, used to describe the player who would play for free, who needs no contract to give everything. I think it applies just as well to the games of life.
This is for ONCE
On April 3 and 4, K-pop girl group TWICE held two concerts at TD Garden in Boston. One of my friends had an extra ticket for the third, so I tagged along with them.
Memories in Manhattan
I’ve never been to New York. I’ve never booked Airbnb or Amtrak tickets before. And on top of that, I’ve never thought about how to consider everyone’s travel preferences.
I, too, am dying
Whatever I accumulate, achieve, or protect in this lifetime — regardless of how safe a bank it is in or the insurance I have on it — none of it will come with me when I die. I will leave as I came: with nothing.