Letters to my freshman self

A letter to my freshman year self: Yana

Dear Yana, 

I’m writing to you from my favorite couch in my four-person apartment that I share with some of the best friends I’ve ever had. It’s been a harder day than most, but I’ve looked after myself and managed to get some work done — and that’s a win in the university handbook. 

Letter to my freshman self: Dalila

Dear Freshman Dalila,

Remember that first day you walked across campus, backpack heavy on your shoulders, heart even heavier with doubt? The morning sun cast long shadows of the century-old buildings across manicured lawns that seemed too perfect for someone like you to walk upon.

A letter to my freshman self: Maya

The branching-worlds theory posits that every decision we make splits our universe into separate parallel realities based on the potential outcomes. So sometimes, when it’s late at night and counting sheep just can’t force me to fall asleep, I think about the past — what would I do differently if I knew my future?

Letter to my freshman self: Samhi

Dear Freshman Samhi, 

Welcome to Hopkins! As I was writing this letter, I really had to think back to who you were, what you were worried about, what you were experiencing — a lot has changed since you first stepped foot on the Homewood campus.