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(08/17/25 2:38pm)
Chances are, unless you’re from a major city, you’re not very familiar with public transportation. America is famously car-centric, with limited infrastructure to support or expand alternative transit options. Growing up in lovely New Jersey, I too had minimal experience with public transportation, but after moving to Baltimore, I’ve learned to navigate and appreciate it. Whether you’re heading out of Homewood to pursue advanced work, or to let loose and have fun in the city, we Hopkins students are afforded a breadth of opportunities and access to a vast network of buses and trains.
(08/17/25 3:37pm)
Hello, and the warmest of welcomes to all incoming Hopkins students. My name is Joseph Rainbolt, and I am a junior here at Hopkins from Jacksonville, Fla. I am a pre-med Public Health Studies major with a Spanish for the Professions minor. Congratulations on your acceptance to Hopkins! On behalf of the student body, we're thrilled to have you.
(08/17/25 2:34pm)
When I first moved to Baltimore, I didn’t know where anything was, let alone where to eat. Slowly, through a mix of recommendations, trial and error, and post-midterm cravings, I found a few spots that stuck. Although these might not make up a definitive guide to the city, they've been places I’ve personally enjoyed and keep going back to.
(08/17/25 3:33pm)
Telling people you major in Writing Seminars and English is kind of like confiding a shameful secret to a complete stranger, like introducing yourself by saying, “Hi, I park diagonally in the garage since my spouse left me.” The other person isn’t convinced you’re making what they would consider a good life decision, but they can’t express outright disapproval either.
(08/17/25 3:30pm)
An often overlooked yet essential part of the college transition is meal prep. In a new environment with new ingredients and equipment, cooking can feel daunting. Here are some easy dorm recipes to get you started.
(08/17/25 4:05pm)
You’ve just arrived at Hopkins, a place where you’ll likely be spending your next four (or five... or eight... or 12...) years. You’re meeting a lot of new people and getting bombarded with endless information from your First-Year Mentor, Resident Advisor and Ron Daniels. While all this may seem overwhelming at first, you’ll get into the swing of things eventually. Here are a few things that helped me — and might help you — settle in and make Homewood Campus your home.
(08/17/25 4:03pm)
In the end, every “first” I met at Hopkins — person, place, moment — taught me something about who I was and who I could become. I didn’t expect a campus, a group of strangers, a pile of dirty laundry or a lost friendship to matter this much. But they did. And that’s the real secret of firsts: you don’t get to choose which ones last.
(08/17/25 3:17pm)
When I first arrived at Hopkins, I was riding the high of graduating high school and coasting off an unforgettable summer. Like many others, I was thrilled — honored even — to be entering such a prestigious institution. I felt that I had made it. That my past successes were enough to carry me forward. That the hardest parts of life were behind me.
(08/17/25 3:57pm)
Welcome to Hopkins! Here are some words you might commonly hear. One of the first things you’ll pick up is our campus slang. While it’s not an entirely different language, the nicknames for buildings and spots can be confusing at first — especially since they often don’t match what’s on Google Maps. To help clear up the confusion, here’s a quick list of common terms you’ll want to know. It’s not exhaustive, but it’s a great place to start!
(08/17/25 2:43pm)
I really enjoy coffee. Having a good debrief session with my friends over a coffee or drinking one at the start of the day is one of the best things about it. It’s slightly bitter but also sweet. Some of the best, smoothest coffees have just the right level of aftertaste — tasting clean enough to sip throughout the day but interesting enough to come back for more.
(08/17/25 3:41pm)
It’s May 2026, and you’ve finished your first year at Hopkins with a perfect GPA, plus clinical experience and a research internship lined up.
(05/24/25 10:37pm)
Hi everyone! It’s crazy to think that I’m writing the article that will bring to an end my time at Hopkins. Some of you may relate to this sentiment, but when I was applying to colleges, Hopkins was a dream. And it is somewhat confusing and inspiring to realize that I have lived that dream for four years. As this chapter closes, here are some of the Greatest Hits™ from my time at the Nest!
(05/24/25 9:35pm)
Dear Freshman Dalila,
(05/24/25 10:26pm)
It is with a sense of gratitude — and a little bittersweet tug — that I say goodbye to the community and exciting work that made my four years leading multimedia efforts as Photo Editor of The News-Letter so special. Through taking thousands of photos, crafting dozens of photo essays and developing as a storyteller on the Homewood Campus, I am grateful to be closing this chapter with so many memories to look back on.
(05/24/25 9:27pm)
As the 2024–25 academic year comes to a close, we want to share our deepest gratitude to everyone who has helped the paper thrive. The past year has had unprecedented implications and impacts on higher education and students, and The News-Letter’s critical work would not be possible without the support of the Hopkins community.
(05/24/25 9:40pm)
My best friends and I met at a birthday party in sophomore year for a girl named Tina. Did we know Tina? Absolutely not. But there we were, huddled in a stranger’s basement, eating cheap cupcakes.
(05/24/25 10:42pm)
As much as I hoped it would be, my first semester of college was nothing like the made-for-TV movie I’d envisioned. I left my dorm door open like my mom told me to, but nobody stopped by. Students sat six feet apart in the dining hall, and, if you wanted to converse with a stranger, your only feasible solution was to shout. Even the Student Involvement Fair, which I’d imagined being the epicenter of student life, was online. Gone were the sweaty limbs pushing past each other in the gym, the carefully painted posters, the obnoxious upperclassmen desperate for names on their sign-up sheet. Instead, it was just me in pajama pants under my twin-XL covers, staring at a screen of Zoom links.
(05/24/25 10:35pm)
Four years ago, when I was gearing up for my freshman year of college, I thought I had everything under control. When I laid everything I needed for college out on my bed, I was not afraid. When my mom helped me pack two massive duffels with clothes, chargers, books, cosmetics, brushes, hairbands, hats, shoes and enough K-Cup Pods to pollute a small island, I was not afraid. When my dad carried everything out to the car — when he placed the duffels alongside pillows, plastic storage bins, my guitar — I was not afraid. I was not afraid when we got in the car, when we left Massachusetts, when we passed through Connecticut, then New York, then New Jersey, then Delaware. When we saw “Maryland Welcomes You,” I was not afraid, nor was I afraid when I saw, stamped in concrete across the front of the Beach, “Johns Hopkins University.”
(05/24/25 9:32pm)
Dear Freshman Samhi,
(05/24/25 9:33pm)
For all the theorems and postulates I’ve learned as a math major, my favorite hypothesis isn’t truly math-based. 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?
