It’s a Hopkins life for me!
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Name: Rachel Lew
Year: Class of 2015
Major: Environmental Engineering
Hometown: Ewa Beach, Hawaii
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I’ve only spent a semester at Hopkins so far as a college student, but I’ve actually already been here for seven years (yes, seven). Ever since my first visit to JHU, which also doubled as a three week ‘nerd’ camp, I’ve been a bit …. attached. Maybe even obsessed. True facts: one of my first Facebook photos consist of me in 8th grade – donning a turquoise Hopkins shirt, and in my junior year of high school, I wore a JHU lanyard everyday. I guess I was really quite the advertiser for Hopkins, but of course, I never knew if I would ever come back to live in AMR I (for the count, its my fourth time now!). So when I received my acceptance email right after the bell rang, I was overwhelmingly happy. I didn’t have to take a JHU tour (which, by the way, are awesome) because I already knew where everything ewas and what it had to offer. Chipotle? Yep – St. Paul Street. Shriver Hall? Yep – two quads away from AMR I. But what I didn’t know was how I felt about a place transitioning from a fun summer camp to a serious academic environment. Would I even like environmental engineering, something I decided to study after years of living in Hawaii?
Johns Hopkins graciously covers, or does not assign, first semester grades for freshmen, so I had ample time to see what college was all about. I tried everything – from traditional duckpin bowling to white water kayaking for the first time in the Potomac River. I absorbed material from my classes, learning about everything from titration processes to hydraulic conductivity. I met a rich and diverse assortment of students, learning more about other cultures while sharing my own personal experiences. Laundry trips at midnight and night walks around the beautiful Georgian-style campus became the new normal.
More importantly, I was really enjoying my Intro to Environmental Engineering class. Originally, I was excited to take it, because I wanted to see if I was really going to like what I plastered all over my essays in my senior year applications and scholarships (hey, we all did that!). I didn’t know – or even come close to expecting -that I would grow to truly enjoy learning about topics like water treatment, mixing depths of smoke plumes, etc. We brushed over a lot of topics, but Professor Alavi made it fun and interesting by mixing in guest speakers and a field trip to our usual lectures. Meeting students in the same field was really cool, and since JHU’s Whiting School of Engineering is relatively small, I didn’t feel like a lobbing fish in my engineering classes like I did in my general chemistry class, where there was definitely 200+ students. Also, I know that other schools combine environmental engineering into other engineering majors (because it’s often considered ‘minor’), but that is definitely not the case at JHU; here, we have DOGEE, which is the Department of Geography and Environmental Engineering. I was able to tangibly visit the department and received daily emails from them, which I felt was a good measure of JHU taking environmental engineering just as seriously as, say, biology or international studies.
In other words, I was loving it. Not quite camp, but it was clear that I was no longer a naïve preteen; in fact, in a way I can’t quite explain, I truly matured. Maybe it was because everything was suddenly thrown in my basket, or maybe it was the initiation of my daily coffee ritual. Whatever the reason was, I learned more in one semester than I probably did in two years of high school. Being able to reflect on this all through my (long) winter break back at home prepared me for my second, real-grades semester. I have a full course load this semester, but I already know it’s going to be worth it. I’m so excited!
We’re already few weeks into this semester, but if there’s anything I wanted to emphasize, it would be that everything we do at Hopkins (from the amazing to the insane) can be easily summed in one phrase:… “That’s the Hopkins life for me!”











































