Published by the Students of Johns Hopkins since 1896
December 7, 2023


Hopkins is a diverse university where an incredible mix of cultures, academic interests and personalities coexist and thrive. Here is the section where you can publish your unique thoughts, ideas and perspectives on life at Hopkins and beyond.

Limpe emphasizes the importance of trying new things as she reminisces on her summer in California.

A summer spent chasing sunsets and changing mindsets

At the beginning of my summer, this is what I had attributed my opportunity to live and intern in California to — luck. My experiences over the past summer were never something that I had considered for my personal plan nor were they a possibility that I thought could be on my radar. But when I received the call from my recruiter during spring break, I knew it was something that I had to take. 

After spending her first summer away from home, Zacharski reflects on the memories of her time exploring Baltimore.

My summer away from home

Somehow, summer is yet again gone and a new school year has begun. By the end of every August, I am typically itching to return to school. Although I cherish the long summer nights and new daily adventures, I always end up missing the structured routine I have at school. But this summer was a little different.

Encouraged by a social media campaign supporting diverse beauty, Mendpara learns to be comfortable in her own skin.

Unfair and lovely and everything in between

My absolute favorite ‘first day of school' activity was drawing self-portraits. Nothing beats the freedom to scrub down crayons to the stub and draw your favorite outfits and accessories, all for the teacher to hang them up in the hallway. 

As he enters senior year, Paulisich reflects on his choice to pursue his passions, regardless of the risk.

Renegade bee

Have you ever heard song lyrics so true you felt like the artist stole them from your soul? I feel this when I hear Taylor Swift’s “Nothing New.” The lyrics, “How can a person know everything at 18 / and nothing at 22?” an anthem for my college career. 

Why I need to space out

Recently, I have been faced with a heavy onset of self-doubt. The excitement that typically precedes the beginning of a new semester has been replaced with worry. Although I have always been somewhat of a worry-wart — the easily stressed out, Type A kind of person — this time my anxiety seems rooted in someplace entirely new.

Despite a shaky start to their friendship, Kye and her foster cat, Tippy, have grown close.

Fostering Tippy Montana

I picked up my first foster cat, Tippy Montana, from the Maryland Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (SPCA) nearly three weeks ago. I didn’t know much about Tippy when I agreed to foster him, just that he was thirteen years old, a tabby cat and that he was extremely depressed in the shelter.

After reconsidering his true feelings for being a pre-med student, Kim takes a leap of faith and explores new paths.

Confessions of a former Hopkins pre-med

Like many Hopkins students, I entered as a pre-med student, with visions of myself as a great and famous doctor captivating my eyes and echoes of accolades ringing in my ears. I thought for sure that medicine was the career path for me and that no obstacle or setback would stop me. 

Lesser considers his nostalgia for campus life as he prepares for a semester abroad.

Saying goodbye to Hopkins for now

Three hours and 36 minutes. Three hours and 36 minutes, that is, with no traffic, no stops for gas and no wrong turns. That’s the amount of time it takes for me to drive from my home in New York to campus, or at least that’s what the GPS tells me.

The loss of a beloved flatbread shop is just one of the many changes Iyer and Salem are navigating as they enter sophomore year.

Mourning the Mediterranean flatbread

Upon arriving on campus, we have not been able to ignore the void where the Crepe Studio once stood. Our favorite triple threat Daniel with his delicious crepes, flatbreads and sandwiches is missing from our campus. The Crepe Studio’s absence tugs at our heartstrings. 

Through her experiences leading a pre-orientation program, Rittenhouse looks back on the changes and constants of her past four years at college.

Three years later...

The COVID-19 pandemic has changed numerous things since it first shut down Hopkins in March 2020. One of those many things has been the outdoors program at Hopkins, a program I am proud to be a member of.

Maury discusses the discrimination and mistreatment she faced from professors and University administration.

Professors and deans can do what they like to disabled students

One professor almost succeeded in having me kicked out of Hopkins. He denied me disability accommodations, ostracized me, violated my privacy under federal law and bullied me. And I believe he was still given the power to make a decision that nearly resulted in my dismissal.

After unexpected changes to her summer plans, Molly learns to embrace the small joys of restful living.

My summer of rest and relaxation

Throughout my childhood, I spent every summer at home in Key Largo, Florida, save for a few weeks spent on vacation. Summers at home have several constants: oppressive heat and humidity that necessitates cooling off in the water, swarms of mosquitoes and a town overflowing with tourists.

Exploring the contradictions of life, Yadav reflects on the lessons she has learned growing older.

Life, you (oxy)moron!

It’s almost spring in Baltimore, and the sun has started to ward away the chill winds. Now, I can sit in Keyser Quad and read my favorite books on the weekends.

Wadsten and Geebo look back at the challenges and highlights of leading The News-Letter this past year.

Being Editors-in-Chief during a year of transitions

It’s crazy how much changes in a year. Last April in a Zoom breakout room, we found out that we would be leading The News-Letter through its next chapter. After over a year of pandemic life, things were looking up — businesses were re-opening, masking restrictions were loosening and we were #vaxxed and ready. 

Hu recounts a trip to Tanzania that helped her to understand parental love.

How I found healing in a distant land

Darkness, solitude and the echoes of hyenas shrouded me, trapping me inside the tent where I sat, overwhelmed by the past events of my trip to the Serengeti National Park in Tanzania. It was 3 a.m., and I could not stop scratching my head. I was wearing three pounds of hair extensions that had not been washed in almost half a week.  

Green shares how the ups and downs of dorm life have shaped her first year at Hopkins.

Dorm tour

Upon arriving at college, I wasn’t so sure about how I felt living with a roommate — or, in my case, three roommates. Growing up an only child. I had never shared a room or lived with people my age before, and understandably, I was nervous.

Iyer and Salem look back on their first year at Hopkins and the first year of their friendship.

As it starts, it must end

One thing we can say we have always done together are the firsts. What firsts, you may ask? Well, most recently, making fried eggs in the Fresh Food Café (FFC). In typical Laura-and-Diksha fashion, we managed to score a first experience even during the final stretch of our freshman year. It would not be a typical column from Laura and Diksha if we didn’t share it with you.