A ten-step guide to living in a pandemic
Trauma took away my purpose and certainty. Over the course of last semester, my main goal was to regain a sense of autonomy, which I hoped would give me what I was missing.
Spare me, author
Is there a real Wenbo out there writing my experiences? Would he be separate from me, then?
A deep dive into the motivation behind the things I do
The me who just wants to be happy-go-lucky versus the me who needs to second-guess every decision I make.
Skinny Cactus is a puffle-crazy penguin
I’ve grown up and moved on, something Greg Heffley will never understand.
A trek to Narnia in the rain
If Walmart were the unkempt and profoundly unmagical wardrobe of my childhood, Buc-ee’s was Narnia.
But of course I’m not one of you
The me who wants you to know that I was born and raised in America versus the me who wishes you would accept me even if I wasn’t.
Orchestrating educational access: when a ‘CovEd’-ed dream becomes reality
At a time when many fragments of our lives have disintegrated into the void of family apprehensions and countless Zoom memes, our team encountered each other at this precarious border between privilege and marginality, where passion and leadership met to reconnect the pieces.
The Course 3 fam
I cried three times that week. The first was when Jeff Grossman made his speech about how we would stay together, even if we were physically apart, and that Course 3 was a community for life.
Goodbye MIT, not bye for good
So yes, when it comes to love, I’m bad at words. I’m trying to improve, which is why I’m writing this love letter to you all.
Never really apart
In our first few weeks of dating, we were inseparable. Now, three years later, I think we know how to be apart.
Four ways that MIT taught me how to love
“Give a little love to the person who lives down the hall, the random classmate sitting next to you, or the cutie you find yourself staring at when walking down the Infinite.”
On handling emotions when the world is ending
The me who wants to fight for justice versus the me who can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
She showed me how to put effort into a college friendship
But Flora didn’t see me as a convenience friend, a friend you’re only friends with because of your classes or extracurriculars or living group. After freshman fall, she actively attempted to remain in my life.
Closer to the heavens
I would like to preface this by saying that in light of the developing COVID-19 situation, starting next column, all walks will be held either in the forests of Northern Virginia where no human interaction is possible or virtually at Zoom University.
Love in the time of corona
So Love, love and love, for love is more viral than Corona.
‘Today is a strange day’ — me, Tuesday
If there is anything good about such a distressing period, it is the humanity that it brings out of all of us.
Not being stressed stresses me out
The me who is not getting enough sleep versus the me who wants to get into medical school.
My strange addiction: sorting emails
Everything changed when, one morning, instead of clicking the red ‘x’ at the corner of my screen to close my email, I right-clicked the email app icon and hit ‘quit.’