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Hi Leo,
Growth is a complicated thing.
My first breaths were taken in the languid heat of a Los Angeles August morning. My mom tells me I was born with a head full of hair and that my birth was thankfully a lot easier than my older brother’s. A home video exists on a clunky camcorder somewhere in our house that’s just a close-up of my newborn face while my mom wiggles me into a soft white onesie. When I watched it for the first time, it was a little surreal hearing her voice from another time, even if it was just her saying “bless you” and cooing after I sneezed for the first time ever.
The University is mourning the loss of Joey (Dung) Nguyen, who passed away last week. He was a junior studying International Studies at the Krieger School of Arts and Sciences. Nguyen was a member of the Debate Council, as well as the Kendo Club, Museum Club and Vietnamese Students Association.
If I had to define my life, I would choose to define it not by what I’ve accomplished, but rather by the books I’ve read. I’ve spent my whole life passing from one story to the next. To me, it isn’t a choice to pick up the next book but, rather, a need to consume words. I fall hopelessly in love every time I open a book and then break my own heart the second I turn the page to the author’s acknowledgements. And then, I remedy my heartbreak with the next dose of a good book, falling into this cycle of ups and downs as I search for something that will soothe my craving for another story.
I grew up in New Delhi, India — a city where summers blaze relentlessly, where the streets never sleep and where every corner hums with stories waiting to be told. The scent of sizzling street food clings to the air, rickshaws weave through traffic in a chaotic dance and the pulse of the city is constant. Even as a child, if I had to describe my life in one word, it would’ve been eventful. There was always something happening — a festival transforming the skyline with bursts of color; an impromptu cricket game on the streets; a monsoon that turned the roads into rivers. In this fast-moving world, I learned to adapt, to stand firm in the face of unpredictability and to dream of what lay beyond the narrow alleyways of my childhood.
46–Across: Salsa holder?
A meal before a new beginning
Despite being the shortest month in the Gregorian Calendar, February — the month of love and Punxsutawney Phil — can feel endless. As someone from the Northeast, I’m used to the cold. However, the grey slush barricading the Baltimore roadways is not a very welcome change. The winter Sunday is a short, dark blip marketed as a day of rest in the vein of the long-standing religious tradition observed by people across the world: the Sabbath.
The Student Government Association (SGA) convened on Tuesday, Feb. 18 for its weekly meeting.
Late into the night on Feb. 21, Judge Adam B. Abelson, a federal judge in Baltimore, temporarily blocked several of President Trump’s executive orders regarding the termination of diversity, equity and inclusion programs.
On Wednesday, Feb. 12, Judge Victoria Pratt headlined the first Hopkins Lecture Series event of the spring semester, focusing on criminal justice reform in the 21st century. The event was held in Shriver Hall.
In Dec. 2024, the Office of Institutional Equity (OIE) released its 2023 annual report, overviewing all received complaints and actions taken related to discrimination, harassment and sexual misconduct, as well as requests for disability or religious related accommodations. The report reflected a general rise in reporting from 2022 and provided information on the outcome of cases.
On Feb. 10, the University shared plans to replace the Alumni Residence Memorial (AMR) I and the Hopkins Cafe dining hall, with construction expected to begin in the summer of 2026 and be completed by 2028. The plans were announced 10 days in advance of the University’s meeting with the Baltimore Urban Design and Architecture Advisory Panel (UDAAP) on Feb. 20 .
As I approach the end of my undergraduate career at Hopkins, I’m looking forward to new adventures and novelty. At the same time, I have also developed quite a firm place in my heart for our school and our city. Like many other students, Baltimore is the first place I have lived in by myself, independent from my family and childhood friends, so it’s safe to say that the city has seen me through a lot of moments of growth.
On Wednesday, Feb.12, Hop Talks invited the Hopkins community to a seminar-style discussion titled “Hop Talks: Affirmative Action Impact at Johns Hopkins.” The focal topic of the event was how the recent Supreme Court decision banning affirmative action and race-conscious admissions have altered the demographics of the University’s first-year class.
Let’s be honest — goal-setting sounds amazing in theory. Every January, millions of people, including me, sit down with fresh enthusiasm, ready to finally get their life together. This is it, we tell ourselves. This is the year I wake up at 5 a.m., read 52 books, get ripped, find inner peace and maybe even learn French. And for a solid week (if we're lucky), we actually do it. We power through a few early mornings, sweat through a couple of gym sessions and nod along to the Duolingo owl aggressively reminding us not to break our streak.
Lady Liberty’s torch is dimming. Republicans insist that she is fatigued and her fire has been quenched by the caravan of migrants exploiting her generosity. They may seek to close the United States to asylum seekers but conservative politicians are opening up our borders to a century-old European ideology ready to invade our democratic union: fascism.
I think people spend too much time talking about who they want to be and not enough time talking about who they already are. It’s always about the next step; the next goal; the next milestone. Nobody ever asks, “What’s your favorite thing about yourself today?” Like right now; in this moment. Not the person you’re hoping to become five years from now. Not the polished, grown, fully developed version of you. Just you, today.
In the past decade, private equity investors have spent over $1 trillion in acquiring health care entities — ranging from hospitals and nursing homes to private physician practices. While it may be spun that these firms are infusing much-needed capital into struggling hospitals, the reality is that these investments are detrimental to patient care and are emblematic of the ills of the American health care system, not the cure.