Tag: classes

Paris (again!)

The one advice I would tell students at Wellesley and the incoming class of 2022 (!!!!welcome!!!), is to take the classes that you like and are most interested in. That’s what happened when I chose to take a class called Black Paris. Black Paris is class in the French department that focuses on postcolonial theory and particularly relating to Africans…

What I’m taking my last semester

Already we’re into February, and the first week of classes has breezed by. I’m taking three classes this semester: Biochemistry, Developmental Biology, and Game Theory. Plus, I have my senior thesis project at my Brigham and Woman’s Hospital lab still ongoing. Each day ticks closer to the April 27th thesis deadline, and already this week I have had two long…

Ice Cream Making and Moss Art (the last week of lab)

When I went to the train station today, there was a carpet of turquoise blue rock salt…snow is coming! It was quite beautiful, the whole corridor along the train coated in crystals. And, of course, with my Chem 205 background I couldn’t help but think that they were probably CaCl2, which has a higher Van’t hoff factor of 3 and…

Declaring My Major

I am finally a college student! I officially declared my major as a Peace and Justice Studies Major with a concentration in International Human Rights. I finally feel like a legitimate college student because I have a purpose; something to shape my classes around. The best part about attending a liberal arts school is the majors and areas of study.…

Weekday Meetings. Weekend: Maine

Hello from Portland, Maine! We took a trip to my friend’s house for a bit of rest, relaxation… and mostly the chance to pet cats. It’s nice sometimes during your college years to just be in a home, even if its only for 48 hours, to have a reunion with fancy cheese and fireplaces. Especially since this week at Wellesley…

I Meet My Violin Idol

Thursday afternoon, the sun is just starting to slant down. I’m walking down the train station platform, listening to my latest read: Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (2016 commencement speaker, but I digress) when I see a familiar face. It’s Sarah, from my molecular genetics class, and she’s clutching a Styrofoam container…the kind of container doctors carry through the streets…

My Dream Week, Incoming

Fall break, and I’m sitting on my childhood bed with my violin at my feet. I would have updated sooner, but the academic push up to break has demanded nothing less than my full, unwavering, attention. A chemistry exam that was quite frankly brutal, a partial scientific paper on sgRNA transformation, on top of the “weekly maintenance” for classes and my…

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