Decisions, Decisions.

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Making decisions isn’t really my thing. I’m the kind of person who tries on several different outfits in the morning and has to look at a menu before going out to dinner to prevent the ordering process from dragging on for longer than it should, and JHU_Molly frequently asks me to pick a tables in Gilman simply because she takes…

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The Last First Day™️

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Today is my last first day of school. My main thoughts on that subject could best be summarized by a few keyboard smashes that look kind of like this: Theuwjsgbkjeszbglkwjefls;kdghekjsgurhwalkjsghakgjhrbdb And because that’s not fun to read and also because I’ve been avoiding almost all discussion of graduation // post-grad // life after May 24,…

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Jazzy.

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Every semester, I try to take one random elective, a class that doesn’t fulfill any sort or requirement for my degree but just seems interesting. These classes have ranged from Housing & Homelessness in the United States to the Communications Revolution to Engineering Design Visualization, Graphics, & Fundamentals of CAD. This semester, I’m taking a class…

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Weeks/Weekends in Review

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The past few weeks have been pretty cool. Not exactly in a temperature way (hey 80-degree weather forecasts; welcome back), but in a Vanessa-Bayer-playing-Miley-Cyrus-on-SNL kind of way. In a rare occurrence for the end of a semester, my academic load has been relatively light, which of course has caused me to question whether I’ve forgotten…

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Putting the “Me Time” in “BME Time”

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I have a goal this semester. I know. JHU_Emily has a goal? What a radical thought! But bear with me on this. This semester, I’m trying to do as little work as possible between when I get out of class on Friday afternoons and my Design Team meetings on Sunday mornings. When the semester started,…

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