Looking back and growing up

Letter to my freshman self

I’m so proud of you, little me. You’re gonna make all your dreams come true. And I hope I will too!

Your masterpiece was always messy

From the stories, I assumed that to thrive in college, you had to be a non-stop happy machine. You needed to be at the big games. 

Impostor syndrome as a chronic disease: from freshman year to graduation

It still shows up in unfamiliar rooms and new challenges, but it no longer has the same authority. It no longer gets the final say. And maybe that’s what it means to move forward: not leaving the doubt behind, but learning that it was never telling the truth in the first place.

The life waiting for you

How are you? At this point in time, you have just started your first semester at Hopkins, and I can imagine you're feeling excited and anxious. 

From neuroscience to film: becoming me (again)