Jewish Life At Hopkins


Name: Gabe Kaptchuk

Year: Class of 2015

Majors: Computer Science, Electrical Engineering, Math

Hometown: Cambridge, MA

Jewish Life at Hopkins

Before you continue reading, I should let you know that this blog entry will not reveal any of the secrets from our campus chapter of the Illuminati or the Elders of Zion.
The particulars of Jewish life on the Johns Hopkins campus changes from year to year – some years the orthodox contingent swells while in other years the group of cultural Jews becomes more prominent.

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I will attempt to relay the common threads from each year the have bound my Jewish experience at Hopkins together. Nominally, Hopkins’ Jewish student population hovers around 15%, although the ways in which that population engages with their Judaism varies- something which never incurs judgment among any sector of the community.

I was born into a Conservative Jewish household that grew to be Modern Orthodox as I aged. I attended pluralistic Jewish schools, a phenomenon I now understand to be strongest in the Boston area, from kindergarten all through high school. My family was part of the rare class of Jews who showed-up to Shul on time each Saturday. In high school, I increasingly identified with the Modern Orthodox movement; I became the leader of the prayer group in which men and women sat separately and was unique among my friends in that I continued to wear a Kippah throughout the day. While looking at colleges, Jewish life was an important part of my search, but I never allowed it to overshadow my academic interests.

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The relatively small size of the Hopkins Jewish community does not impede a rich, easily individualized experience. The community is centered around our beautiful 4-story Hillel building which plays host to events most nights of the week. Friday night dinners, proceeded with multiple options for prayer, with the classic allure of matzo ball soup and hemish meals draw crowds of up to 150 members of the community. The menu, prepared by a local kosher eatery, varies from the crowd pleasing chicken dishes to delectable meatballs. Culinarily talented members of the community recently started preparing the vegetarian options each friday afternoon, giving the vegetarians in the room, of which I am one, direct control over their own menu. Saturday lunch features cholent of both the vegetarian and meatlovers varieties made by current students, the recipes passed down dor le’dor. As with any Jewish Community, food serves as backbone around which our community has grown and strengthened.Image3 (1)

If political activism, particularly around the issues facing Jews across the world and in the land of Israel, is important to you, Hopkins offers a plethora of advocacy opportunities. No matter where you identify on the political spectrum, Hopkins has a organization for you: Hopkins American Partnership for Israel (HAPI), JStreet, Coalition of Hopkins Advocacy for Israel (CHAI), JHUTAMID (an Israeli business partnership organization), Cafe Evrit (where students practice their hebrew language skills with native speakers) – we really have everything you could want. Together they run dozens of events on our campus throughout the year including the Annual Israel Fair, Challah for Humanity, and multiple lecture series. Additionally, for the past couple years there has been enough interest to have a Birthright trip comprised entirely of Hopkins Students.
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Perhaps the most wonderful part of the Hopkins Jewish community is that I can know the names of virtually every member while never feeling forced into being everyone’s best friend. Hopkins Jews are not isolated in their own community; they participate in virtually every student group on our campus. Being a member of the Jewish community as a freshman lets you learn about all aspects of Hopkins life, from Greek life to academics to off-campus housing options to community service. Hillel can serve as a home-away-from-home, a solid foundation from which you can explore the rest of college life.

Theatre with the Barnstormers’


Name: Maura Kanter

Year: Class of 2017

Majors: History, Theatre Studies minor

Hometown: San Diego, CA

Theatre with the Barnstormers’

There are so many amazing clubs and organizations here at Hopkins. And though I would say my primary activity here on campus is acting in Barnstormers’ productions, I split my time between working in Undergraduate Admissions, giving tours for Blue Key Society, and dancing with Listen-Up Tap. I have been a performer all my life. I started tap dancing when I was two years old and have intermittently done so since then. I’ve acted in school and community theater productions since I was in first grade and I was a figure skater for five years in middle and high schools. But I wasn’t sure I wanted to continue to do theater and dance in college. I am so glad I changed my mind! I spend a lot of my time preparing for Barnstormers’ productions. The Barnstormers’ put on a total of 6 shows a year here on campus. We have two main-stage productions, the Fall play and the Spring musical. For these shows we hire a professional director. I had never worked with a professional director in any capacity before being cast in my first Barnstormers’ production, last year’s musical Carousel. The experience that the cast and crew gains from working with actual members of the professional theater community is invaluable. I was not expecting such a vibrant theater community at Hopkins. Though we aren’t the most prominent group on campus, we are always excited when new people join our casts and crews.DSC_1203

This year I have been lucky enough to have been cast in three of our Barnstormers’s productions this year, the Fall play, the Intersession play, and the Spring musical. In the Fall, we put up a production of Is He Dead?, a comedy by Mark Twain and adapted by David Ives, for our Fall play. It is a very entertaining show, very loosely based on the life of the French painter Jean-Francois Millet, filled with hoop skirts, cross-dressing, and mistaken identities. I played Madame Caron, one half of the comedy duo, The Mesdames, two fairly ridiculous women who are friends with Millet. To say I had fun being one of the Mesdames would be a gross understatement. My partner in crime was Kathleen Lewis. We decided to do our hair in such a fashion as to invoke thoughts of poodles and other dogs. Our eccentrics and bizarre synchronized lines were so much fun to play. The Intersession show was of a slightly different nature. We put up a production of Neil Simon’s Brighton Beach Memoirs. I played Kate Jerome, the matriarch of Jewish household in Brooklyn in the 1930’s. The show is a somewhat intense Dramadey about this struggling household and their relationships. The more emotional moments are helpfully pocketed by Eugene’s, the protagonist, lines about his struggles with puberty. Our Spring musical this year is Company, by Stephen Sondheim. It is a fantastic musical all about a group of married couples and their mutual, and perpetually commitment-phobic, friend Bobby. I am playing Joanne, a very acerbic and drunk woman who is, needless to say, fairly unhappy by the way her life has turned out. I’m so excited to be able to play Joanne. She’s the kind of character I can just sink my teeth into. I don’t think there are any limits to her. I could do pretty much anything and it would be acceptable within the range of her possible character actions.  DSC_1046

There are a lot of wonderful aspects to the theater community here at Hopkins. The Barnstormers’ are such a huge part of my Hopkins experience in general, and I have been so fortunate to be a part of this community. I love how we constantly strive for excellence, whether it be in our sets, costumes, lighting, sound, or acting. The people in the theater community are what really make it special. Audiences never realize what people are doing backstage, most of the time right before they step onstage. Often we are adjusting our costume pieces, hoop skirts always present a rather interesting challenge, or drinking as much water as we can before we go on stage. Someone almost always realizes that they forgot they had to use the restroom, and they don’t have another break until intermission. Quick changes are hysterical backstage, and the source of a great deal of our laughter backstage. There is often a group of cast and crew members interpretive dancing to the songs being performed on the stage. I always think the best parts of the show are happening backstage. I would not trade my theatrical experiences here at Hopkins for anything. I was not expecting to be involved with theater to this extent in college, but without it, my experience at Hopkins would be woefully lacking.DSC_0004



Name: Stephan Capriles

Year: Class of 2016

Major: History and International Relations

Hometown: Willemstad, Curaçao Dutch Caribbean


JHUMUNC (pronounced jōōmŭngk) is the Johns Hopkins Model United Nation Conference. Who are we? We are one of biggest groups on campus and we organize an annual conference for high school students, right here in Baltimore. High schoolers, or rather delegates, are tasked with solving some of the world’s most pressing problems with innovative solutions. Most of the time the delegates debate in committees that feel and act very much like the United Nations. There’s a legal council, a security council, and a historic general assembly committee, but we also have had some committees like FIFA and the Game of Thrones joint committees that show that we’re pretty original. With over 30 committees, there’s a lot to choose from.

Figure 1 - A picture of the staff of JHUMUNC 2014

Figure 1 – A picture of the staff of JHUMUNC 2014

Like most people in JHUMUNC I joined because I was a MUNer in high school. My school took us to conferences all over and I met some of my best friends because of it. It is a great bonding experience and also a great way to meet other high schoolers from all over the country and the world. You learn a lot about how international politics works and how the UN functions. And who doesn’t love winning prizes?

Figure 2 As a chair you get a really cool gavel with your name on it

Figure 2 – As a chair you get a really cool gavel with your name on it

JHUMUNC is completely run by Hopkins students. I’ve met some of the coolest people at Hopkins because of it. The entire organization headed by two Secretary-Generals, and a fantastic administrative team known as the Secretariat and Directorate. Chairs and dais members run all the debates and are also Hopkins students. Most delegates forget that the secretariat and directorate even exist because they only ever really interact with their chairs, but trust me without our chief of staff, school relations team, undersecretary generals, and other directors we would all be lost. The staff is always great and diverse. Some of us are engineers; a couple of us study international relations, while others study biology and public health.

The conference begins on a Thursday and spans the length of four days. Thursday is always an exciting time; because it’s the first time chairs meet their delegates. The secretariat and directorate is always busy answering the questions and concerns of high school advisors and making sure that everything is running smoothly. The pomp and circumstance really begins with the opening ceremonies. Day two and three ends up being a bit of a blur as most committees are in session pretty much all day. I’m always surprised by the eloquence and teambuilding skills the delegates demonstrate.

Figure 3 This is what a committee room looks like

Figure 3 – This is what a committee room looks like

One of the favorite staff traditions is the midnight crisis. Some committees experience a crisis that requires the delegates’ immediate attention. It could be anything from a natural disaster to a foreign invasion that messes up peace accords. Since most of the delegates stay in the hotel the conference is hosted at, it is our job to wake them up and bring them to committee. The confused look on their faces is priceless.

The last day of the conference is always bittersweet. You feel exhausted, accomplished, and excited to go to closing ceremonies. As you pack up your committee room and dismiss your delegates, you can’t help feel sorry that all those months of work and planning have come to such a sudden close.

Figure 4 - A Comittee in Crisis! AAAAAhhhhhh

Figure 4 – A Comittee in Crisis! AAAAAhhhhhh

It has been a wild ride, but the staff this year has put tons of work into it to make sure that this conference will be better and bigger than ever. If you end up coming down to Baltimore and competing we look forward to seeing you. If you’re thinking of joining our staff, be sure to look us up at the next Student Activities Fair next fall. The eighteenth session of JHUMUNC will take place from February 5 to February 8th at the Baltimore Hilton Hotel.

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What Really Is Engineering?


Name: Anthony Karahalios

Year: Class of 2018

Major: Applied Mathematics & Statistics

Hometown: Wheaton, IL

What Really Is Engineering?

            Like a regular goal-oriented student, I took a career aptitude test in high school. It seemed that this test would provide guidance and insight into what I may want my major to be in college. My results sucked. They were awful. My top ten choices were filled with nine types of engineering and mortician coming out of the grave for tenth. I could only think to myself that, “I was supposed to get physician or teacher, something I actually might enjoy.” For a moment I seriously considered mortician… But then I began to research engineering.Mortician Job defines the word engineering as follows: the art or science of making practical application of the knowledge of pure sciences, as physics or chemistry, as in the construction of engines, bridges, buildings, mines, ships, and chemical plants. What the hell does that mean? At least I know I don’t want to be an etymologist. However, one part of the definition really stuck out to me: “practical application of [the] knowledge.” All of high school, I had felt as if I were learning arbitrary ideas and concepts without ever being able to truly apply them. Applying what I had learned in school would make that seemingly dull time spent in the classroom worthwhile. So, sign me up bro.Check Mark

Not so fast. The final portion of the definition lists various areas of study in which I could apply my knowledge. I had to think about which area would suit me the best, and more importantly, which area would make me the happiest. I pondered each possibility. Two of my favorites: I could use physics to help build bridges to connect people, or I could use chemistry to synthesize chemicals that might be used in bombing bridges. I wasn’t getting anywhere, but I did notice something as I pondered.Bridge Image

It didn’t matter to me what project I was working on, or what I was applying my knowledge to. My primary concern was the methods used in these applications. What equations would I need to solve these problems? How could I optimize the conditions of my application? And then it hit me, as if I was standing underneath a crumbling bridge. I mainly cared about math. My passion was for mathematics.Light Bulb Math

Currently, my major is applied mathematics and statistics here at Hopkins. I am building an arsenal of mathematical tools such that I will be fully equipped to solve any engineering problem. So far I have taken two courses aiding in this goal of a filled arsenal: Calculus III and Discrete Math. I am amazed by how quickly I was able to further my love of applied math. Calculus III taught me various ways of analyzing functions that could be in any dimension, and Discrete Math taught me various ways to explain my reasoning behind these analyses. It feels amazing to me that I am already discovering the true purposes of my work in the classroom.

This is why Hopkins is a perfect fit for me. The institution appreciates this process of self-discovery through passionately following an important question. For me, I had to figure out what engineering was, and Hopkins did the rest. My advisors and professors here could not have been more helpful in guiding me to find what I truly love. As proof, professors from both previously mentioned classes have sat down with me one-on-one to help define my purpose in learning math. Of course, I am still growing and still learning more and more about myself as an engineer at heart. I am so grateful to have such knowledgeable connections at an institution that recognizes and encourages my passions and academic curiosity. Now, don’t take my understanding of the word engineering as the final say. Rather, take a look at the question yourself and see where it takes you.

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Super Audio: One Student’s Quest for the Perfect Listening Experience


Name: Chris Coughlan

Year: Class of 2016

Major: Biomedical Engineering

Hometown: Kennett Square, PA

Super Audio: One Student’s Quest for the Perfect Listening Experience

It all started when I got a pair of Bose headphones over six years ago. Growing up without cable television, music had always been one of my favorite hobbies. Up until that point, though, I had always listened to my favorite tunes on stock computer speakers and cheap earbuds. The Bose headphones changed that. They weren’t even the highly touted, over-the-ear, noise-cancelling headphones everyone talks about; they were the cheaper in-ear version, similar to many earbuds. But boy-oh-boy were they different. Right off the bat, the bass response and overall music clarity struck me; it was a whole new way to experience the music I loved. I probably listened to them at least three or four hours a day for the first week I had them, and still use them today whenever I travel or work out. But I’ve since learned that the headphones I once thought were otherworldly are only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to high-fidelity (or hi-fi) audio.

Until sophomore year, I had always wanted to explore the hi-fi world more, but never really had the means nor the space to make that dream a reality. But coming into my second year at Hopkins, I had made some money over the summer and finally had a place of my own big enough to put some real speakers in (it was a 2 BR apartment in Homewood). So I started by asking my Dad about the two old speakers he was storing in our basement. He said he thought they still worked and that I could have them if I wanted. I did some research and found out they were Polk Monitor 10s, from the 70s, one of the first speakers made by Polk Audio. Coincidentally, the company’s founders, Matthew Polk, George Klopfer, and Sandy Gross, all earned their degrees from Johns Hopkins, and the company’s headquarters is still located only a couple miles from campus. Proud of my discovery, I lugged the Monitor 10s down to school with me for move-in and bought a starter Yamaha receiver/amplifier to power them.

Quick aside: For any audio system, you need some basic components: the actual audio source, a receiver/processor, an amplifier, and speakers of some sort. Sometimes all of these are combined into one device, and sometimes they’re separate; it all depends. I’m mainly interested in home audio, which usually involves a source, such as an ipod/CD/DVD/blu-ray player, a receiver and an amplifier (often combined), and speakers.

When I first hooked the 10’s up, I was very happy with how they sounded. The sound was smooth, clean, and warm; I couldn’t believe I was getting such great performance out of almost forty year old speakers. But I knew better sound was available, and after consulting with my buddy, who had been working with car audio systems for years, I decided to search for what I would soon discover is the driving force behind the entire audio industry: the upgrade.

Original Polk Monitor 10 speaker (Photo courtesy of

Original Polk Monitor 10 speaker
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I started out with what I knew and perused through Polk’s website, but soon realized that what I wanted to purchase was way out of my budget (surprise surprise). I then turned to Ebay and Amazon to try and find lightly used equipment, but, especially with shipping costs, they weren’t much better. Finally, I decided to try Craigslist – I had always heard from friends that you could find some pretty good deals there – and was pleasantly surprised. I found a complete 7.1 system that was only a few years old at a very reasonable price. Although my living room wasn’t nearly big enough for even a 5.1 system, I knew I would eventually have room for them.

Another quick aside: When classifying an audio system, the number before the decimal point is the number of speakers in the system, whereas the number afterwards is the number of subwoofers. A typical “surround sound” system is a 5.1 system, containing two “fronts,” or front speakers, one center channel speaker, two “rears,” or satellite speakers, and one subwoofer (or “sub”).

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It was around this time that I was introduced to my favorite audio discovery to date: SACDs, or Super Audio CDs. Back in 1999, Sony introduced them, coupled with the DVD-A (or DVD-audio) format, as the “next big thing” in audio. As we all know, mp3’s were, in fact, the actual “next big thing,” and SACDs are no longer manufactured on a large scale nor readily available in stores. One of the main reasons why SACDs never took off is cost – they require a 5.1 system, a special CD (or DVD) player, and a receiver/amplifier with special processing abilities. However, many collectors and audiophiles love them. Why? Because they are incredibly unique. The vast majority of music sources are recorded and encoded in stereo, or 2-channel, sound. Thus, even if you play music on a surround sound system, you’ll only hear variations of those 2 channels. In contrast, the audio encoding in SACDs sends a unique signal to each individual speaker, allowing the listener to experience multi-channel audio. Depending on the CD, each speaker can act as an individual instrument within the recorded ensemble. The result? High quality, enveloping, de-localized sound. A friend’s father had shown me his system and played a few SACDs on it for me, and the experience was nothing short of fantastic. I immediately told myself: “I have to have this.” So, I set out to build myself an SACD-compatible system.

Ideal SACD speaker setup with “sweet spot” (Photo courtesy of

Ideal SACD speaker setup with “sweet spot”
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Having already purchased the speakers, I initially focused on finding an SACD player. Craigslist again came up clutch, and I wound up purchasing a Sony player designed specifically for SACDs (many later models were actually marketed as DVD players that merely supported the SACD format). Then, I focused on purchasing a receiver/amplifier that could handle the multi-channel processing, and once again found a solid deal via Craigslist. Fortunately for me but unfortunately for my wallet, I decided I wasn’t yet done with my audio purchases, and it wasn’t until this past August that I made my final purchase (at least for quite some time). When the dust cleared, I had set up 4 different systems inside my current home.

Over the past year or so, I’ve researched and purchased a number of speakers, amps, subwoofers, SACD players, and other various audio equipment. I’ve met a couple great people along the way, and gained a lot of new knowledge about hi-fi audio in the process. However, I have taken two pieces of advice in particular to heart. Firstly, great sound is all about the synergy of the audio equipment and the listening environment. In other words, your system is only as good as its weakest link. Top of the line speakers are useless without the proper amp to drive them, a killer SACD player doesn’t mean squat without the proper system to showcase its abilities, and the best sound system in the world will fall flat on its face in the wrong room. If you match the components correctly, a $500 system can blow the doors off one worth ten times as much. Secondly, as an audio enthusiast, great sound is all about what you want. You could be perfectly satisfied with a system that many audiophiles would scoff at, but if it’s enough for you, then that’s all that matters. My bedroom system lacks low-end punch, my living room system has high distortion, my dining room system is underpowered, and my basement system is a piecemeal of speakers from 4 different decades. I don’t have a pre-amp in any of my systems, and none of my setups are situated in an ideal listening environment. However, all of my systems are more than enough for me at this point in my life, and I am extremely satisfied whenever I power one of them up. Do I realize that there’s better equipment out there? Sure. Will I eventually sell off my current components in favor of better ones? Probably. But, for now, I look forward to listening to each and every one of them as often as I can.

An Unusually Full Month of Queer Things


Name: Erica Taicz

Year: Class of 2016

Major: Behavioral Biology

Hometown: Seattle, WA

An Unusually Full Month of Queer Things

Hi there! I was (most likely) you in the not so distant past. The person reading about how many drinking fountains are located where in a school 2,300 miles away you might not have even applied or been accepted to yet instead of starting on a paper due tomorrow, and now I feel like I’m writing to my crazy self. Young crazy self, you need to take a seat. And read future crazy self’s beautiful guest blog. That essay can wait.ThisIsMe.jpg

Since coming to Hopkins about 500 cups of coffee ago I’ve been mostly involved with Health Leads (providing federal and community resources to patients and their families in clinical settings) and PILOT (small group tutoring). I’m from Seattle, so I consider umbrellas a pathetic substitute for waterproof skin. I’m a Nicaraguan Jew who speaks Spanish (fluently) and Hebrew (terribly). I’m an intersectional feminist. I’m a confused ex-pre-med, current maybe-pre-law cinephile who studies biology with a year left to get that mess untangled, and everything about this bothers my parents greatly. Lastly, I’m a lezzzbian, which does not bother my parents nearly as much. I identify as cis, use she/her/hers pronouns, and I prefer the term “queer” over “gay” in reference to myself.

While I could talk for ages about my annoyingly undying love of Chaplin’s Modern Times or the remarkable sun to rain to breeze ratio in Matagalpa, right now I’m going to focus on what it’s like to be LGBTQ at Hopkins. I decided to format this post as a sort of “calendar” with some of the more interesting LGBTQ things I’ve done in or around campus from October 27th to November 27th. Here goes:

October 27th Admissions Dinner

This event was hosted by the Office of LGBTQ Life at Hopkins in its brand new spiffy office! Which at the time, didn’t have any furniture, but I was just there for a holiday party and it’s all set up with as many rainbow decorations as you’re imagining multiplied by four. The purpose of the dinner was to talk about how Hopkins can better address the LGBTQ community in its admissions process and it was a chance to hear what other students thought about related articles. It was both interesting and very weird for me to think back on my relationship with my identity in high school.

The best result of the night was a tie between two free Chipotle burritos (shout out to the girl who signed up to come but didn’t, so I could take her food home for “my roommate”), and being asked to write this blog you’re reading. I decided it was a logical starting point.

October 31st Halloween in Fells Point

This one isn’t really directly related to Hopkins, but there were a few Hopkins students/recent graduates. It was a house party with mostly LGBTQ people and allies. I ended up meeting a ton of students from nearby universities, and the best result of the night was getting invited to the Big Gay Joint Birthday Turn Up Function (I ended up canceling because of my abusive relationship with passing out early with The Mindy Project on Friday nights. I loved the name of the event enough to want to include it here anyways).

The point is that there’s an LGBTQ community of students in the area outside of formally organized events. Speaking of those formally organized events. I’ll talk about a few of them in a bit, but here are two of the flashy ones which involve other schools. The Inter-Hopkins LGBTQ “Ball” happens in the spring and combines all the Hopkins affiliated schools (The School of Medicine, Peabody, Whiting Engineering, etc…). Also in the spring is B’More Proud, which involves any Baltimore area university students and is a day of all the gay activities your heart desires, like watching Paris is Burning and listening to Tegan and Sara. But not quite.

November 6th and November 16th SafeZone TrainingSZsig

This is a program which invites members of the Hopkins community to come and talk about the LGBTQ community for three hours. It covers the basics of sex/gender/sexual orientation distinctions and terminology, as well as ways to be a more effective ally regardless of how you identify yourself. I’m a facilitator for the discussions and there are many rewarding moments, mostly related to hearing personal stories or having Demere (the LGBTQ life director) reliably laugh at my lame, dry jokes when no one else does.

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DSAGA stands for Diverse Sexuality and Gender Alliance, the LGBTQ student group on campus which cleverly removes any future need to add on or change letters. They have weekly meetings dealing with everything from coming out to queer representation in the media. Generally the first meeting every year has enough student turn out to make the room a sort of hybrid sauna with a chalkboard.

They host events like this one, which also invited students from Peabody (the JHU music conservatory) to go to Town, a gay club. The first hour or so is a drag show and then people usually go upstairs and do the clubbing thing. It’s a good time with some of the most fabulous people at Hopkins packed together niiiice and tight.

November 15th Coffee, Coffee, Coffee, Coffee

10733956_716149458434610_7526018427006721516_nI’m going to stretch the definition of what to include in this calendar, but on the 15th I got coffee with a graduate student who’s one of my SafeZone co-facilitators. The point here is to mention that Hopkins has a few formal mentoring programs through the LGBTQ office and DSAGA, but I’ve found that most of the older students are game to help just about anyone who asks nicely and/or desperately enough.

More coffee! On the 15th I also went to a DSAGA event, this time involving a showcase of artsy performances. There was poetry, singing, and a one man show involving “Julie” Caesar. I performed some slam poetry myself. You can’t see me, but I’m wearing a turtleneck and a beret right now (jk, I’m wearing fuzzy pajamas and a yamaka).


November 27th Brosgiving 2.0

I spent Thanksgiving at Hopkins with friends and about half of the group identifies as LGBTQ, so I decided to add it in. I wanted a nice round month from one 27th to the next, so yes, it’s a bit of a stretch yet again. I watched 3 hours of RuPaul’s Drag Race on the same day to make it gayer for you guys.

During this month, there were also events I didn’t go to. oSTEM (Out in Science, Technology, Engineering, and Mathematics) had a conference (November 7th- 9th). Cheryl Clarke came to Hopkins for an event, Living as a Lesbian, hosted by the Department of Women and Gender Studies, the Center for Africana Studies, and the LGBTQ Life office (November 12rd). I’m sure there were others. The point is that there are never enough ways to occupy your time with fun gay things, but Hopkins puts forth an effort.

I’d like to wrap things up by referencing two Hopkins alums:389652_352323081483918_1380510476_n

The first is Bob Weatherford, who recently graduated but not before writing an eloquent letter about homophobia at Hopkins. Fear not, he talks about the many positive experiences he’s had. Regardless, it’s important to be critical, and he writes about improving on a general “culture of acceptance”.

The second is Ben Panico, the only kinda-celebrity I can say I kinda-know. He’s in the Huffington Post, the Advocate, the Washington Blade, and TIME’s 100 Most Influential People. One of those may be just a prediction. Besides being awesome at life, he’s also the only openly Trans staffer on Capitol Hill. Read about it! All your friends already read it. He also came back to speak to DSAGA on November 17th, which fits in my calendar as well (yay).

Feel like you’d like to find out more about BLGTQQP2SIAA things at Hopkins? I gotchu covered:

I can’t find a picture of it, but there was a rainbow flag hanging from the Breezeway (the white arches pictured in the background of the photo above) for either the entirety of last fall semester, or a good portion of it. It didn’t make sense to me for the longest time why Hopkins would just have it hanging there for so long. There didn’t appear to be a reason. Every day I saw it, I thought that it’d be the last day before they took it down. But it just chilled there for months.

And more so than any of the functions or groups I’ve mentioned, that flag left on the Breezeway for what some considered to be an uncomfortably long amount of time is the main reason I think Hopkins is doing a pretty decent job at supporting its entire community.


Rebel Without a Campsite


Name: Ivar Ogden

Year: Class of 2016

Major: Behavioral Biology and Psychology

Hometown: Hamilton, MT

Rebel Without A Campsite

So, I miss the outdoors, and while there is a chance for me to still go outside and enjoy the parks and hiking spots around Hopkins and Baltimore, I must also begin studying for finals (lord know I need to). Since I am a Hopkins student, I must use my resourcefulness and ingenuity to fulfill my desire.

I have a tent just sitting in my room that I asked my parents to send me.  I’m not sure why I asked for it, but I have it. It has been my favorite tent for quite some time. I used to take it to swim meets when I swam for Bitterroot Swim Team in the Montana Swim Federation. Most of the public swimming pools had grassy parks around them and since we only swam in the summer, it was federation standard that people camped in the parks instead of in hotels like some of you “city-swimmers”. And, although the rain fly of my tent was inefficient for the unpredictable Montana weather and I sometimes woke up partially covered in rain, this tent will suit my purpose.

As well as an outdoors enthusiast, I am also an RA, and tonight I am on e-duty. On regular duty, RAs go on rounds (check common spaces to make sure everyone is safe), deal with lockouts, and sit in their rooms for students who need help. When an RA goes on rounds they call the RA on e-duty. The e-duty RA is also a liaison between the RAs and Security. E-duty has a special lounge that doubles as the AMR Office of Residential Life; it is naturally called “the e-duty lounge”. I am here from 8pm to 1 am.

What’s stopping me from bringing my tent and sleeping bag to the e-duty lounge? Other people may judge my actions as odd, but I don’t need validation from strangers and those who know me should understand me by now. So, I brought my tent and sleeping bag to e-duty. It was great.

Me in my tent in my office.

Me in my tent in my office

I wish that this story had more conflict or some kind of rising or falling action. The morale of the story is essentially that I wanted to do something and I did it despite what people may say. But isn’t that what college really is? We find ways to make seemingly mundane tasks interesting. We fulfill our fleeting desires while also accomplishing our duties. It’s definitely the kind of axiom that has dictated my life at Hopkins.

Our view of the wilderness beyond.

Our view of the wilderness beyond

Ballet and Me: A Love Story


Name: Victoria Dawe

Year: Class of 2015

Major: Chemical and Biomolecular Engineering

Hometown: Rome, Italy

Ballet and Me: A Love Story

When I quit ballet after middle school, I wasn’t particularly sad to say goodbye. I knew it wasn’t going to be my career and I figured there were other things in the world I would manage to fall in love with as well. I was thirteen, and thought I had all the time in the world to grow up and figure it out. Fast forward seven years, and here I am in my senior year at Hopkins, producing (and dancing in) JHU Ballet’s Nutcracker, realizing that my love affair with ballet will never really be over. Ballet and I have been off and on my entire life. High school me thought I was finally done with it: done with long rehearsals, endless pairs of pointe shoes, and constantly being sore. College me was somehow sucked back in, and realized I can’t live without it: the feeling you get from landing a double pirouette, the butterflies as you wait in the wings, or the thrill of being on stage performing.


My ballet career – then and now

The first week of freshman year I attended the Student Activities Fair and walked right by the Ballet Company’s table with no intention of stopping. Ballet and I had broken up a while ago, and I was over it. Or so I told myself. I guess my eyes lingered on their poster for too long, because the upperclassmen stopped me and bombarded me with flyers and class schedules and the next thing I knew I had my hair in a bun and was doing plies at the barre one week later. Ballet and I were back together.

If there’s anything that Hopkins has taught me, it’s to have an open mind. In your four years here, you will be presented with so many opportunities that you’ve never had before and I honestly think the biggest mistake you could make is to not take advantage of them. Whether it’s in regard to your schoolwork or your extracurriculars or your life philosophy in general, it’s always important to be open to change. I’m currently a Chemical and Biomolecular Engineer minoring in Entrepreneurship and Management. I knew I always liked math and science, but if you had told me in high school that I would have a business minor, I probably wouldn’t have believed you. But after taking a couple classes in the department for the fun of it, I realized that this is actually something I’m really interested in.​ And the same can be said for the reason I got involved in ballet again. I almost skipped my first ever Hopkins Ballet class, until my friend reminded me that I should just try it out because “why not?”


My two most recent performances with Hopkins Ballet

My two most recent performances with Hopkins Ballet

I spent this past summer interning at The Washington Ballet, and it was honestly the best way to spend three months. I was located at their community outreach campus in Southeast DC, which focuses on bringing dance to people of all ages who may not otherwise have the opportunity to be exposed to it. It was so inspiring to be surrounded by people who love ballet as much as me and have the same relationship with it that I do: people who understand that it’s not only good for your body but good for your soul, and people who get that there’s no real way to put your love for it into words. Any given day at work was different, and I did everything from organizing costumes to assistant teaching to editing video footage to archiving old photos and press materials to interviewing dancers and even getting to take free adult dance classes.

Interns and staff from my summer at The Washington Ballet

Interns and staff from my summer at The Washington Ballet

Some of TWB’s students

Some of TWB’s students

I learned so much about the ballet world that I didn’t know before, and I learned more about myself and my dreams than I thought possible for a summer. I don’t quite know what I want to do when I graduate in less than a year, but after this summer, I know I want it to be ballet or performing arts related.

They say you never forget your first love, and I definitely won’t. There’s something about ballet that will always keep me coming back for more.

Making A Home Away From Home


Name: Elsheba Abraham

Year: Class of 2016

Major: Behavioral Biology

Hometown: Subang Jaya, Malaysia

Making A Home Away From Home

            It’s true when they say that college is a big step for everyone. It’s usually the first time we have to truly live apart from our family, make friends all over again from scratch, and simply learn to live independently from day to day.  However, the independence part of the college experience is intensified for all us international kids who often have to travel over several time zones to finally get to college. Though the process of getting to the US was complex enough, the real challenge begins when we actually get to the campus we all worked so hard for.

When I came from Malaysia to Hopkins in Fall 2012 as a doe-eyed, impressionable freshman, I had no idea what to expect coming in. A tip for you all foreigners: life in Hopkins is not exactly the same as the college life you see portrayed on TV (which could be a good thing or a bad one, depending on where you stand). First important lesson I learnt in Hopkins? College is what you make out of it. For me, that meant having a good set of friends who understood me and knew the importance of both studying and enjoying ourselves. Fortunately, making friends in the first semester wasn’t as difficult as I expected, since everyone was equally as eager to get settled in. From my Peer Ambassador group to classes, I somehow managed to find friends that I could get along with. However, my closest set of friends came from the people I lived with (Wolman 6 West!) and my dance group, JHU Eclectics.

JHU Eclectics

JHU Eclectics

With everyone having his or her own schedule in college and always running from one place to another, it’s easy to get lost in the chaos. That’s why my floormates and my dance group were (and still are) two very important anchors that kept me grounded especially through the craziness of Freshman year. My friends in 6 West were the people I came back to everyday after a long day on campus, and I saw my friends in Eclectics at least 3 times a week – with that much time spent together it didn’t take a long time for me to consider these people my second family.

Wolman 6 West

Wolman 6 West

As an international student that flew (literally) halfway across the world for college, another inevitable question that usually pops up is this: how did I learn to adapt to a lifestyle that was utterly foreign to me? Here comes the second important lesson that I learnt here: you must learn the right balance between being proud of your culture, and being ready to adjust to the lifestyle here. This was a little more difficult to handle, since it’s easy to get overcome by the (generally) strong and distinctive personalities we find here. However in my experience, people are usually as eager to learn about your culture, as they are to share things about their lives. Through time, I learnt to embrace the person I already was, but at the same time was open to learning other American idiosyncrasies that I usually found both strange yet compelling.

After two years here in Hopkins, I admit everyday is still a learning process. The first few weeks especially are always the hardest, you can’t escape that – but confidence in yourself and an open mind really does make things easier over time. With the right attitude, I really believe that every day in Hopkins can be better than the last.

The Bluejay That Almost Wasn’t


Name: Catherine Orlando

Year: Class of 2018

Hometown: Harrison, NY

Intended Path of Study: Neuroscience

The Bluejay That Almost Wasn’t

“I’m really starting to worry that you won’t fit.”

This one-liner has been playing on repeat on my house since the first college item was purchased. First, the implication is not that all of my worldly possessions won’t fit, it’s that me, my person, won’t fit. Second, the first item was a 3.5″ x 4″ wallet, so I’m not exactly sure why this item in particular had my family so worried about my ‘fit.’

Clearly I can fit into small spaces with adequate food and water for survival.

Clearly I can fit into small spaces with adequate food and water for survival.

These jokes led to seriously real closet clean outs. The first to go? Tee shirts from other college campuses. I mean why keep them? Going to the dream school, there will be plenty of tee shirts there, why keep a shirt from a school I didn’t even like all that much? But I stumble upon a few, from college road trips, that remind me of one thing:

Hopkins is the school that almost wasn’t.

Now, I know what you’re thinking–Catie found a shirt from Yale and well, Yale was her first choice Hopkins was her second, Yale denied her and Hopkins didn’t. Nope. Or, Catie found a shirt from Stanford and thought about what a tough decision it was after they both accepted her. Incorrect (I did not even apply to Stanford, for the record). Or maybe, she found a Duke sweatshirt and well–regardless, none of these things happened. I like to think that my story is much more humorous (in retrospect at least) and slightly less commonplace.

University of Pennsylvania. You go on a tour their and the guides wear microphones  on their jacket lapels because it’s an Ivy and every tour is jam packed, and they babble about that toast story—actually a good one if you haven’t heard it, but not my story, you won’t hear it here. My parents always pushed me towards the front of the crowd, “you’re young! Hustle to the front and tell us all that you hear,” so of course I was doing that on the 12th (12th?) college trip on a 2 week spring break. Fun vacation, right?

I get a call from my father (here, for a time, it gets moderately not so funny, but bear with me) “come back,” he says, “I’m sick.” I’m baffled. Sick? I turn and I walk back 100, 200 yards, I find him on a bench, and my mother at the famed blue light system. I go to her first. She’s frantic. “My husband needs an ambulance, he’s having a heart attack,” of course this is all news to me, but I’m moderately okay at this point, people survive heart attacks all the time, and more importantly the blue light system will pull us through! (Keep in mind, I was going on two weeks of daily preaching of the glory of the blue light system).

I go to him. He’s calm, “I’m really fine.” Well now.

What happens next is funny (not funny then, funny now, only in retrospect).  It’s been five minutes, the blue light has honestly failed us (if I were dying, I’d be dead!) and a security guard saunters out of a building, students are watching, I hate being a spectacle. “You need an ambulance?” The degree to which this guy was probably naturally aloof wasn’t helping him, because my mother, as I mentioned, was frantic, and he was not cutting it. “A truck is coming.”

A truck!

We turn, and there in the middle of UPenn’s quad is a fire truck, my dad’s name on it. Three firemen, again aloof, no sense of urgency, come on out, defibrillator in hand, and walk our way.

Aerial view oriented diagram of exactly what happened to us and where the truck was.

Aerial view oriented diagram of exactly what happened to us and where the truck was.

I’m pacing, I’m nervous, they’re making jokes. “You’re having a heart attack because your daughter’s going to college.” “You’re having a heart attack because you saw the bill!” “You’re having a heart attack because the Rangers can’t beat the Flyers this year!” (We are big New York Rangers fans). I was appalled, horrified, and only moderately amused.

Long story short, a day in the hospital to find there was no heart attack, maybe an arrhythmia, eliminated any chance of getting to Hopkins the next day, our last school to visit on spring break. And so we forgot Hopkins for some time.

August in New York isn’t hot, it’s encasing—it’s like walking through syrup every time you step outside. And it was only in this August heat that Johns Hopkins was remembered for the first time since my father’s heart ‘episode.’

Here I am, walking through syrup (not exactly what I meant earlier).

Here I am, walking through syrup (not exactly what I meant earlier).

Now when you’re applying to school you have parents and a counselor and teachers and friends and tutors all with opinions, so when the subject of Hopkins was breached with my dear college counselor, she sternly objected to it. “You need three SAT2s and you’ve only taken one and you’ve only studied for a second. You can’t apply there, don’t bother visiting.”

And just like that, my entire future could’ve been different. But I thought this was odd, it wasn’t one of he the schools well known for needing three subject tests, so we called admissions. “Oh no, you don’t need three, three is the maximum! Kids used to submit too many.”

So. Now arose a different problem, a crisis of self-esteem if you will. How can I possibly get into a school where kids are submitting ten SAT2s and I can barely take two? Why bother visiting when I won’t get in?

I have now, at this point in the story, my mother to thank for pushing the visit. We went, we loved it–everyone was nice; they all loved science and goofy anecdotes as much as I did and the general college details (urban setting, mid-size, etc.) were all right! And I decided I would ED to Cornell.


Not what any of you were expecting right? I know, I’m a loose canon. Gotta keep y’all on your toes.

So Cornell. I’d only visited a year before, and decided on a whim, really, and then I was set. I was all Cornell all the time. I wrote my supplement in a day, we visited again, I did research upon research. I was ready to be part of the Big Red.

But Hopkins was always there, in the back of my mind (an unscratchable itch, if you will). I still went to info sessions nearby (you have to show interest!) and at one point I found myself praying I would get denied by Cornell in ED, just so I could apply to JHU regular decision. Maybe a week before November 8th (not November 1st—the common app caused delays, remember?) everything changed at an information session in Norwalk, Connecticut.

Midway through I began reworking my Cornell supp, to see if it could answer Hopkins’ question. I started doing necessary research to add to my essay, I had an essay, and then I turned to my parents and said, “I have a better essay, it’s not for Cornell.”

And we were whisked into action and changing things and changing mentalities and being sure and what a midnight decision this was and was I sure I was so gung-ho on Cornell I’ve only see Hopkins once and we have to get an interview even if it’s after the application deadline then you can see it twice and…

On the morning of December 13th, 2013 (Friday the 13th, thanks, admissions for that extra dose of panic) I received an email from a Hopkins alumnus requesting an interview with me. I showed it to my parents and thought that it must’ve meant I wasn’t in (now I don’t really know why this was the logical conclusion but I thought it was a sign for sure).

Now, I don’t need to describe in full detail getting in and flailing and falling over and crying (I’m a spaz, picture a gangly spaz doing spazzy things while crying) because, well, y’all already know I’m in! There’s no plot twist at the end of this blog post, and you know the ending of the story before it begins.

But what you still don’t know is what I found hiding in my closet that reminded me of how close I came to not being a part of the JHU class of 2018. And I find, out of all the college paraphernalia, the UPenn shirt the most difficult to part with, as it is the beginning of my Hopkins story, the beginning of my Hopkins adventure, and very nearly the end. Ironic that a memento of the first place where the universe conspired against my going to Johns Hopkins, is found as I pack for my future in Baltimore.

The beginning and the end (I did eventually pick up some Hopkins gear as well–go Bluejays!).

The beginning and the end (I did eventually pick up some Hopkins gear as well–go Bluejays!).