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    Renewed Optimism

    Posted by Cate W. | Posted on May 4, 2012

    So much has happened in the past few months.  Honestly, sophomore and junior year seem like a dream now.  They just blew right past me!  Today was the last day of classes of my junior year.  It was pretty relaxed.  At 11 am I had a one-hour review for my Kinetics course, and at 12 pm a one-hour review for Algebra.  I have so many assignments and papers and not to mention finals to finish before my junior year is officially over, so I feel like I shouldn’t start celebrating just yet…

    I have been hoarding food for finals. Voila enough pancakes to last reading period.

    For a while this semester I was honestly stressing about my future.  With senior year encroaching so quickly, I began fretting about grad school…about post graduation.  At the beginning of the semester I wrote a blog about applying to math research programs for the summer.  It was an incredibly grueling and tough time, and for the most part programs don’t even contact you with a rejection if you aren’t chosen so there is a sincere feeling of being in limbo.  These programs are incredibly competitive, accepting only 5-10% of the applicants.

    I received some great news that I was accepted into the program at UCLA.  I received a call while I was napping after an extremely late night/early morning of doing homework.  At first I wondered who was calling me from a California, and to my delight when I answered it was someone for IPAM (Institute for Pure and Applied Mathematics.)  Even after a twenty minute conversation on the phone with someone from UCLA, I sort of thought it was a dream until I received a hoard of emails from the department the next day.   I feel so incredibly blessed to have the opportunity to go to UCLA this summer (which has an absolutely incredible and very prestigious math department.)  I am so grateful I had such generous math professors from Hopkins that were willing to stand up for me and write me great letters as well.

    I am feeling so much more optimistic about my future now.  I know I am going to have a great experience in California this summer.  I’ve actually never been to CA, but I’ve always dreamed of going.  For a while in high school I wanted only to apply to colleges in CA.  I guess I’ve always sort of romanticized CA like the characters in The Grapes of Wrath (love that book!), and to me it is kind of like the final frontier.

    A part of me feels like anything is possible; that there still is hope.  Sometimes it is really easy to begin to feel like all hope is lost, but I guess it can still be renewed.  I feel so much more optimistic about my future and my abilities and passions.  It’s crazy to think my time at Hopkins is almost over.  Suddenly now it seems really worth it.  This strange memory of my freshmen year keeps popping into my head recently.  It is spring semester, and I am wearing shorts in the library up very late trying to do my number theory homework, then I am on the quad and it is quiet and empty.  It’s strange and kind of weird, but I keep thinking about that night over and over again for no reason.

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    ChemBE Dreams Do Come True

    Posted by Cate W. | Posted on April 22, 2012

    As a freshman I joined a club known as the Chemical Engineering Car Team.  For years this club had existed, but year-after-year each team had no success.  For the competition each team must create a small car that is moved as well as stopped solely by a chemical reaction.  It’s a tough task, and every year before this year the Hopkins team never really got it together.

    It’s a challenge not because of the lack on intellect on behalf of Hopkins students, but the countless hours spent designing, testing, and constantly struggling when things randomly go wrong.  Since my freshmen year it has been my goal to see this team go to Nationals, and this year we finally did it!

    This past fall the department was generous enough to create a course for the team, so each week we met in small groups, where we designed and tested ideas.  After nearly a semester of testing and designing, we chose the best of our ideas and implemented them on a car.  This semester we spent constantly testing and modifying our car.  Near the end I think I was spending nearly 20 hours a week working with others on the car, which is far more time than I spend on any homework assignment or other club.

    Each team was giving this tiny table to work with as well as only a gallon of DI water.

    Last weekend, the entire headed to Hoboken, New Jersey for the competition.  On the competition day, just an hour before the start the teams are notified of a distance the cars are required to travel, as well as a weight.  Then you have to prepare your reactions accordingly, and get your car to stop closest to the line.  The competition was intense, if you can believe it or not.  There was a lot of pressure as well as unpredictability.  As the main person in charge of the stopping reaction, I was pipetting nearly nonstop for two hours.  In the end, we place third overall and secured our spot in Nationals.  It was really one of the coolest moments I have experienced as a Hopkins student.  I have watched this team struggle and fail for years due to poor organization and leadership, and this year we really pulled it together.  We proved to our department that we can do it, and not to lose faith in the club.  I am so eager to see what this has in stores for the ChemBE’s after me who chose to join, and I hope that this set precedent that we are a nationally competitive team.

    A very happy team after the competition!

    It was my dream as a freshman to see this club make it to nationals, and this year all I wanted to was to make it to Nationals for my senior year.  In college, you will experience a lot of let downs, and you might not achieve lots of your goals or get what you want.  This was one of those moments I saw all my hard work and dedication for a tiny little car smaller than a square foot mean something.  It was hard not to get emotional when that car stopped so close to the line.  I am so proud I was a part of the very first Johns Hopkins ChemE Car Team to make it to Nationals, and I hope this time won’t be the last.

    All dressed up for the dinner cruise.

    A lovely handwritten award.

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    Swimmy the Hamster and “Why Hopkins”

    Posted by Cate W. | Posted on April 8, 2012

    I fee like I never start enough blogs with anecdotes, so here’s a fun story from my childhood.  When I was five years old, I got my first teddy bear hamster, and I named him Swimmy.  Many people thought the name Swimmy made no sense for a land animal like a hamster, but it in fact was a tribute to a children’s book by the very same name.  The story goes, as Swimmy was a little black fish that didn’t quite fit in the colony of gold fish.  When Swimmy goes out and explores the sea alone, he returns to his school of fish and teaches them how they can work together to fight off the big fish that is going to eat them.  Together the fish create an illusion of a bigger fish, and Swimmy serves as the eye.

    Swimmy the black fish and the school of goldfish.

    Needless to say, I eventually put my hamster in the bathtub just to make sure he couldn’t swim, but he survived.  After Swimmy passed away (not from drowning), I got a goldfish named Drummy.  There is no explanation for that name.

    When we, at Hopkins Interactive, were asked to write a blog in the month of April on “Why Hopkins”, I was a bit hesitant.  As a junior, I have a set of experiences much different from the freshmen and sophomore perspective.  I just don’t always have the same doe-eyed perspective Maybe I’m just old, ornery, and an eternal pessimist?  It’s been a long time since I applied to Hopkins, so I don’t think I can freshly recall my thinking from then, but I can tell you “Why Hopkins” from my experiences now.  I’m not in a sorority.  I don’t play a sport.  I’m not premed.  I’m not a musician, and I can’t sing.  So in many ways, I am just like Swimmy (the fish, not the hamster), and I’ll share my experiences after my exploration at Hopkins.

    Many people choose Hopkins for its prestige, its well-known Hospital, or its US News Rankings.  The reasons for “Why Hopkins” lie behind the numbers and the rankings.  Here are the reasons I have found.

    BFF and fellow ChemBE JHU_Greco! :)


    Hopkins will make you a better person and build character.
      The first thing you will learn at Hopkins is humility.  Confidence has it’s time and place, but the ability to be humble is essential.  Hopkins will teach you how to pick yourself up after defeat and how to accept your loses.  In life not everything will you go your way, you are going to be said no to countless times, and the experiences you have at Hopkins prepare you for the real world.  The Hopkins experience doesn’t take place in a fantasyland.  Hopkins is a place very much like the real world.  I think after my four years here, I have reconciled with reality.  One of the first things I ever learned at Hopkins is that I am not very special.  Everyday I sit in classes with students just as smart as me, some even smarter than me.  It changes your perspective of the world, and I know in the future it will be something I am thankful for.  The person I was before Hopkins is completely from who I am today.  I think Hopkins has allowed me to open my eyes to the real world and shed my naivety.

    Things get a little messy during finals period.

    At Hopkins you will learn how to work with your peers and learn you can’t do it alone.  It is said you can’t make it through ChemBE alone unless you’re a savant demi-god.  I couldn’t believe this more.  Since my freshmen year, I have made such a close bond with two of my peers.  We do everything together, every problem set, study for every exam, eat almost every meal, and hang out on the weekends.  I couldn’t be where I am today without them.  Hopkins is a place where success relies upon cooperation, not competition.  It is such a well-circulated myth that Hopkins is cut-throat and competitive.  Yet, when I look around my classes, I can exactly pick out the groups of people who work together, and nearly no one works alone.  In the real world, especially the engineering world, it is absolutely essential to know how to work and communicate with others.  If it weren’t for the high standards that my majors have set for me, I wouldn’t have the communication and cooperation skills I have today.

    Shadowy figures on the roof of Kreiger Hall. Thanks for the photo JHU_Greco! ;)

    Academics are what Hopkins is most well known for, and also what it is most infamous for.  At Hopkins you will work harder than you ever had before, and it will be worth it.  Looking back, I honestly feel I knew nothing before Hopkins.  Hopkins is tough, there’s no doubt about it.  Yet, that challenge reaffirms your passion for a subject.  And if the passion isn’t there, you’ll quickly find out.  I personally came to Hopkins for the intellectual challenge, and the opportunity to grow intellectually diverse and stronger.  I couldn’t have possibly imagined three years ago what I know today.  There are times when the work gets tough, and sometimes very tough, but in the end it’s always worth it.  At Hopkins, I discovered my passion for math.  Though my experiences have been anything but easy (seriously go back to my blogs from freshmen year), I have rode out the major and completed it.  Now I am going onto take graduate courses and applying to PhD programs in the fall.  If it wasn’t for Hopkins and a very amazing postdoc, I would have never discovered my passion, a passion I see lasting a lifetime.  That is something I am so incredibly grateful for.

    So those are my reasons for “Why Hopkins.”  Good luck on making your decision.  I hope to see you on campus in the fall.

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    Spring Break

    Posted by Cate W. | Posted on March 23, 2012

    When a lot of people envision college spring break, they think of tropical vacations with lots of sun and partying.  In reality, lots of students’ spring breaks are very different.  A lot of kids go home, or they visit friends from other schools.  This year, like last year, I headed to New York City, one of my favorite places to visit when I have a bit of free time.  It’s under $40 to take a bus to NYC on a bus. While in New York, JHU_Greco and I spent three nights in a hotel room probably smaller than a Charles Commons bedroom.

    New York is a great place to sight see if you haven’t been before, but once you have been a few times most of the sight seeing is done.  New York is a great place for other things.  My favorite part is probably the food.  There is cuisine from every part of the world, and so many restaurants to choose from.  While in the city, I had French food, Thai food, and sushi.  The variety is so much bigger than in Baltimore that it’s a nice change.

    While in New York, I also finally visited the Metropolitan Museum of Art.  Art museums are one thing that I love doing in my free time.  Although we only spent three hours in the museum, we really had to pick and choose what sections to visit.  My personal favorite is Contemporary Art from the 19th and the 20th centuries.

    All in all, we only spent three days in the city, but I am happy to be back already.  Gives me lots of time to spend at home in my apartment with my two newly adopted foster kittens, Sandy and Wilbur.  It’s nice to be able to sleep in again.

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    A Numbers Game

    Posted by Cate W. | Posted on March 12, 2012

    Freshmen ChemBE’s in the mentorship program always ask “So when does it get better?”  As an underclassman, I always got mixed responses.  Some would say “after Transport I”, others would say “after sophomore year.”  I’ve come to my own conclusion now as an upperclassman.  I don’t think it really does.  That is not to say that this program is grueling every semester through, but every semester presents with a new and challenging courses and there has never been an “easy semester.” This semester is no exception. I am currently enrolled in Abstract Algebra II, Kinetic Process, Separation Process, Applications of Molecular Evolution to Biotechnology, and The Culture of the Engineering Profession.  Up to last week I was enrolled in Spectroscopy, a really fascinating upper level chemistry course about how light interacts with matter.  I self taught myself quantum mechanics and everything, but even then I was the only undergraduate in the course.  I found myself struggling immensely with work this semester, so six weeks in I dropped Spectroscopy.  It was probably the hardest thing I have done so far academically, as I have never dropped a class before.

    My time at Hopkins is quickly coming to the end, and I have to say I am a bit sad I don’t have many exciting things to blog about.  This semester has probably been my toughest yet.  Today was my first and only midterm for Algebra, and I spent all weekend non-stop studying for it.  Now I am sitting at Café Q, only moments after finishing the test.  I feel a little woozy, but I am happy it’s over.

    Oh little Wilbur, it's a big scary world out there!

    This test was really important for me.  Earlier this semester I applied for five REU programs.  If you are not familiar with what a REU is; it is a NSF funded summer research program for undergraduates, which take place at various colleges across the nation.  I applied to five, which I thought was a pretty zealous number (considering I only applied to two colleges), but it turns out that most people apply to ten or more!  Why?  Because they are ultra competitive.  Hundreds of students apply for one of ten spots in a program, so the deny rate far exceeds the admit.  The process is very similar to that of applying to a university.  You submit an application, with your resume, transcript, two letters of rec from mathematics professors, as well as a few essays on why you love math, and your future goals.  So far I have been denied from one program, and (hopelessly) waitlisted for another.  So now I am sitting here, mid-March, having no idea what I am doing for the summer after my junior year.  Naturally I am fretting over graduate school applications.  A REU is a huge bonus on your application.  I put my heart and soul into those essays, and sadly I am starting to lose hope.  Now for the first time in years, I feel more connected to the college application process than ever.  I am terrified of the thought of having no idea what is going on for the summer, and I am obsessively checking my email for any news from programs.  That feeling of rejection is discouraging from my future plans.  I guess I am in search for some validation.

    Being a double major, has been nothing but exhaustive.  There are moments this year that I have truly regretted it, since it has caused me to stretch myself so thing I am starting to rip at the seams.  I think what brought me to Hopkins was my passion.  Passion is something I have no shortage of.  But sometimes, especially now, I am thinking passion isn’t enough.

    When people ask me about abstract mathematics, I always stress the fact that it isn’t really about numbers anymore.  It’s about structure, and patterns, and logical relationships.  Now, the one thing that may be keeping me from my dreams in mathematics are the numbers; the GPA, the number of courses, the admit rate, the math GRE score.  Suddenly number matter more than anything else, and I wish it wasn’t a numbers game anymore.

    Spring break is next week, and I am eagerly awaiting my trip to NYC with JHU_Greco.  We booked this super hipster hotel with bunk beds.  It will be like freshmen year all over again!

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    Don’t Fix It If It’s Not Broke

    Posted by Cate W. | Posted on February 28, 2012

    My childhood was different to say the least.  I would describe my upbringing as laissez faire (sorry mom and dad if you read this, but it’s the truth, and I ended up alright.)  My parents were different than other parents.  My mom was an artist, so I grew up around sketchbooks, watercolors, and color pencils.  I have books filled with drawings, mostly of cats and myself.  I always drew myself with red hair, even though I was never a redhead.  I even have some figure sketches I did when I was about seven, which I intend to frame in my future house as testament of my interpretation of the human body and comfort with nudity at such a young age.  My dad on the other hand gave us toolkits, and hammers, and nails.  When I was in kindergarten, while we were on vacation in Florida, he gave me his Swiss Army Knife to play with, and I have a scar to prove that I didn’t understand when you press on the blade in a certain direction, it collapses and will cut you.

    My dad was always great at building things.  In elementary school he would bring his Van de Graaf Generator to our classes, so kids could shock themselves and have their hairs stand on end.  When I was in sixth grade, he even brought his homemade hovercraft to school, so kids to glide down the halls on air.  He was always to subject of admiration of kids and teachers.

    There was a side of my family I always kept hidden.  I grew up in the suburbs of Minneapolis, where the moms would drive shiny Lexus SVUs, and live in fancy two story houses with a kitchen with granite countertops and glossy wood floors.  My parents drove cars that were older than me.  First was the 1989 Cadillac.  By the end of its years, when I was nearly in high school, the chassis was rusting, which my dad patched with fiberglass but never painted.  The adhesive from the upholstery on the ceiling gave loose, so the fabric drooped from the ceiling.  It got so embarrassing that my sisters and I would request that dad not pick us up from school in “dad’s car”, the Cadillac.  One evening when my mom was driving and friend home from a birthday party, we were pulled over for how suspicious the car looked.  That was the icing on the cake.

    Mom’s car was slightly better, a 1991 one red GMC Suburban, that got approximately six miles to the gallon, at best about eight.  It had fabric seats, which I still argue are way better than leather.  I remember the night of confirmation when I was in eighth grade, the heat stopped working in the single digit evenings of a Minnesota winter.  I was jealous of my friend’s cars, which had fancy cameras so you could see when you were backing up, and even had CD players.  Eventually those cars were retired and new, old cars replace them.  But even now, my parents drive cars that date to pre-2000’s, and I think that says something about my family.

    Our kitchen was a similar story.  Linoleum, a substance most modern youth are not familiar with, was plentiful in that room.  Our appliances I think are considered vintage, dating back to the 70’s, with avocado green facades and faux wood detailing.  Our kitchen is a scene straight out of “That 70’s Show”, except it’s not a set it’s real life.  I was always envious of friends’ houses, shiny, modern, and with six figure price tags.  I’m not saying I live in a dump; it’s far from it.  Really, my house is rather nice.
    You’re probably wondering why I am going on about all the old, crappy things in my childhood.  So, I’ll hurry to the point.  Growing up, I always valued new and expensive things.  My family’s life style was something I was embarrassed about.  People always view engineers as people that are good at building and fixing things.  Sure, maybe some are, but I would argue that most of the engineering students today could tell a Phillips screwdriver from a flat head, and they probably couldn’t build anything.  We live in an age of computer aided design, MatLab, where technology or someone across the globe will make things easy for us.  My father was skilled enough to keep a refrigerator running for over forty years and counting, and cars that had over half a million miles on them running.  That is something I admire, the ability to accept a technology no matter how old it is, for it’s usefulness, not its fashion statement.  He taught me so much, from how to solder and weld to how to apply a butterfly bandage when I spliced open my middle finger welding a transformer.  I even have a crescent moon shaped scar on my finger of my left hand to prove it, and I used to use it to tell right from left.  Most importantly, he taught my patience.  My parents’ values brought me to where I am today.  They brought my to Hopkins, not only academically, but also saved their entire lives to give me a college education, free of loans.  That is something I am infinitely grateful for.    So even though I spent most of my life being embarrassed of the place I came from, now I am proud.

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    Springing Ahead

    Posted by Cate W. | Posted on February 11, 2012

    Second semester has only just begun, but the deadline to add courses has already passed! It seems like I am never at home, and 4 out 5 weekdays it seems like I am on campus from 8 am to 7 pm straight.

    Right before the semester started, I began fostering six kittens from Barcs, which is an animal shelter located near the Inner Harbor.  Having six little buddies running around has been fun, but has made sleeping near impossible, since I am constantly covered in cats, and one always wants to sleep on my head.

    She sleeps on top of heads...

    Fostering animals is a great way for Hopkins students to experience having animals at home (not in dorms of course) without having to commit to long-term keeping the animals.  However, knowing me, I am of course keeping a kitten or two for myself.  Animals have always been such an important part of my life, an I just can’t seem to live without a cat in my life.

    Fostering also helps the animal shelters out.  There is only limited space for animals and, especially for older animals, if there is no room they get euthanized.  Kittens, on the other hands, need lots of socializing and space to play, so that’s why a foster home is the ideal place for them.

    Kittens are no good at doing homework.

    I’ve had my little guys for about three weeks now, and I will have them for one more week before they go in for a check up.  Then they just get surgically sterilized, and they are ready for adoption.  I was really excited that I found homes for all six kittens with JHU students.  I know they would go to good homes if they were adopted straight from Barcs, but I am also very excited that they are going home with Hopkins students.  Having a little kitty around really makes studying at home so much more fun!

    Algebra makes Wilbur sleepy too.

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    Hopkins Nostalgia

    Posted by Cate W. | Posted on January 22, 2012

    I’m back in Baltimore, and the spring semester is creeping up on me all too fast!  It’s strange… after being a Hopkins student for only two and a half years, I’ve developed this weird sense of memory about the seasons at Hopkins.  When the time of the year changes, I get filled with all of these weird feelings I associate with my time spent here in past years, some of them happy and some of them sad.  The current sense of emotion leaves me physically sick at the sign of anything Valentine’s related.  I seriously almost had a debilitating vertigo attack in Target this afternoon.  I think I might need to avoid all retail situations for the next month.

    There was lots of snow over Chicago!

    Baltimore got it’s first sincere snow-fall, I think, this past week.  It left campus covered in pretty white snow, and some of the side walks dangerously icy!  JHU_Greco and I nearly slipped and broke our backs on an early morning walk to Paper Moon Diner.

    Being back is nice, but I also don’t have much to do for the next week.  The current agenda is cleaning.  However, my roommate, Peter, and I did happen across a very nice dresser next to the dumpster (classy I know) this week, which has sincerely helped my storage shortage.

    My free dresser! A lot of college kids throw away perfectly good furniture. I will not stop obsessing over this! Don't judge!

      A part of me is just dreading and avoiding classes in a week.  Looking back, a year ago I think I was just in a happier place in my life.  This year is different, but I need to focus on looking forward before the rest of college passes me by.  I think that’s one of the hardest parts of college; there are just chapters that are happier and more fun than others.

    My time at Hopkins is coming quickly to an end.  By this time next year, I will have already applied to post-graduation plans, such as graduate school.  It’s terrifying.  One moment you’re freshmen, in general courses, the next moment you still feel like a freshmen, but suddenly you’re making horrifying life decisions.  When I look in the mirror, I still see a twelve-year-old girl.  I don’t feel as though I look as old as I am, but sometimes I feel like I act a whole twenty years older.  Life plays these funny tricks on us.  Sometimes you think you have a whole lifetime until you reach college age, then you think you’ll be in college for a lifetime, and then suddenly it’s over.  I know I have a whole other year and half to take advantage of, but it seems to be flying by far too fast.

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    It’s Lovely Weather for a Sleigh Ride

    Posted by Cate W. | Posted on January 6, 2012

    This winter has been a peculiar winter for Minnesota indeed.  We had a brown Christmas, which marks the first Christmas without snow in my memory.  Then miraculously on New Years eve we got a snow/ice storm, which happened last year too and prevents anything fun happening on New Years.  However, the snow was just what I was wishing for.  A few months ago, I forced my mom to buy a package of sleigh ride and dinner located in the middle of nowhere Minnesota.  If there was no snow, the sleigh would be replaced with a wagon, which to say the least would be a major letdown.  So we got just enough snow to enjoy the companies first sleighride of the season.  So my mom, dad, two sisters, and a sister’s boyfriend headed about an hour and a half outside the cities to a place called Isanti, Minnesota for a sleighride.  That night it got to a whopping 3 degrees, so major bundling up was in order.

    The sleighride took us through freshly, lightly snow covered fields during dusk.  However about halfway through the ride my toes were about to freeze off.  I’m not even sure if my dad saw all the pretty scenery because his hat was covering most of his eyes.

    There were six of us on a sleigh for probably at most five, so naturally I had to sit in the back far left seat.  Nearly slipping off at times, I was quickly reminded of the time I was thrown from the back of a golf cart at the age of 6, where a similar seating situation was present.  Luckily, from both a lack of snow and an excess of weight the horses could move very fast.


    After the hour long sleigh ride, my toes were so cold they felt like they were burning.  Apparently even two pairs of wool socks isn’t enough!  After the sleigh ride, we headed to a nearby restaurant, which quickly reminded me why I prefer cities over the country.

    My dad telling the ponies good job.

    Even only an hour and a half outside Minneapolis, the lifestyle and people are completely different, especially the accent!  These are the type of people who are avid snow mobilers and ice fisherman.  It was a cultural experience to say the least.  After dinner, we took part in the next door Bingo hall for some good ‘ol fashion family fun.  I think it had been at least 10 years or more since I had played a game.  It’s strange how people of all ages in the country amuse themselves.  After a few amusing, but unsuccessful games of Bingo we headed back to the cities, where there was less snow and fewer minnesota accents.  If the country gets credit for one thing, it’s that it is incredibly beautiful.

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    A Very Brown Holiday

    Posted by Cate W. | Posted on December 19, 2011

    It feels good to be home at last. There’s less than a week before Christmas, which means as soon as I got off the plane there was last minute shopping to be done. This is the first time I will be spending some serious time with my sisters since high school, since they have both been abroad, and I have been in Baltimore. Naturally things are the same around home, my Dad is still crazy, babbling on about all sorts of weird stuff, fish tasers, robotic pot stirrers, etc, etc. My cat Pantaloons is as fat as ever. I’m trying to convince my parents to let him live with me in Baltimore.

    Decorating cookies for the chemical engineering professors during finals week! It's a yearly tradition.

    My parents finally got the wifi working in the end of the house where my bedroom is, which means I can blog in bed! Yay. They also moved this old TV into my room, which is a plus since in high school I was never allowed a TV or computer in my room. I don’t have much planned for the break. I haven’t decided when I’ll be heading back to school, but as of now I am not taking any intersession courses, and I haven’t booked a flight back. I just feel an overwhelming sense of relief now that the semester is over, and, honestly, I really just need a break. I haven’t spent much time at home since the summer after my freshmen year, and I feel I’m in desperate need of a break.

    As far as what I do have planned, there is only two major things: applying the REUs and studying for GRE math subject test. After completing my last two semesters at Hopkins, I’ve realized that my future plans really lie in the field of math. Studying engineering will always be an important part of my undergraduate degree, but I see myself pursuing something more like mathematical physics at the graduate level. With that said, I’ve got a lot of studying to do over break. It’s strange that it’s almost as warm in Baltimore as it is in Minnesota. Also there is no snow in Minnesota!!! This might be the first brown Christmas I’ve ever seen…

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