They say, ‘you’ are simply a looking glass self – that is, our concept of ‘self’ emerges from our ability to assume the point of view of others and thereby imagine how they see us. We get a sense of who we are by how we react to the responses of others and the society.
Walking out of my first Introduction to Sociology class with this newly learned thought in mind, I stopped to reflect on how the interactions and people that I’ve encountered so far have made a difference in my concept of my “self” – which part of me stayed the same, which changed?
“Hey, nice to meet you, Sarah. I’m also Sarah. We’re roommates.”
Cohabiting a room with a completely random stranger is rather a vulnerable experience and can often be fairly a hit or miss. It really takes the right partnership to allow honesty and comfort to reign. Suffice to say, my roommate and I had the same first middle/last name (a pleasant surprise!). What we did not realise at the moment of our awkward first greeting was the myriad of commonalities that we shared, other than our name: our obsessive-planning-personality, familial values, and our admiration of – or perhaps obsession with – Beyoncé (shoutout to Indira). Somewhere in between our first Facebook chats and the almost-daily Flatbread lunch meets at CharMar, a mutual affinity blossomed. What could’ve been just friendly acquaintances at best, my suite mates and roommate became a source of safe haven. With them, the strange became familiar. With them, ‘home’ wasn’t 4 walls. ‘Home’ was, simply, being with them.
“Edmond to the rescue.”
The word “eccentric” does not do the description of my Residence Advisor justice. He is beyond erudite and insistent on the bonding of the floormates in Wolman. From late night horror movie runs to free cupcake sharing, our floormates have garnered numerous, unforgettable memories together within the span of a couple of weeks, sympathising with one another about upcoming tests, putting our heads together to solve inscrutable Physics problems while bringing our hearts together for heart-to-heart conversations, feasting on heaps of shrimp chips, all thanks to the efforts of our awesome RA, Edmond. When and if anything unexpected happens (i.e.when you lock yourself out of your own room, or your roommate has stomach cramps at midnight), he is always there for us.
With the first few weeks of Hopkins under my belt, I’ve already encountered a plethora of incredibly talented people. But, regardless of how many people I’ve met, my college experience thus far has been defined by how much of the people I met. At a place like Hopkins, where the invitation to aspire and achieve is ubiquitous, the interactions we have with people can offer a significant edge. All of us are trying to find ourselves, in one way or another. And in that journey to find ourselves, discover ourselves, empower ourselves, we may get lost in our trajectory, stumbling into uncharted territories that make us feel uncomfortable – even afraid. But, while the struggle is there, the communal kinships we create at Hopkins ultimately enhance and add on to the many factors that sculpt and outline our subjective experience.
Spending time here has revealed how interconnected our individual fates actually are – a point often missed in the anonymity of the daily grind. Amidst the bustling chaos, it is soothing to think that all of us are constituents and active creators of the social fabric of Hopkins that, in return, shapes the individuals we are and will become. This reciprocity is what makes forming Hop-kinships special and valuable here at JHU. And for being given that opportunity to be here, at Hopkins, and to meet the people I met and will meet, I am forever grateful.