Learn Fast, Forget Fast

The strange thing about the undergrad experience is that you don’t actually learn much of anything. It seems to me that the most important lesson I’ve been taught is just this: to learn fast and forget fast. I have a pet theory that I’ve become dumber as I’ve gotten...
Dancing till I drop

Dancing till I drop

I feel like a broken record. These days, when someone asks how I’m doing, I answer with the same heavy sigh and response every time: that I’m so stressed, have no purpose in life, and that if I could sell both my kidneys on the black market to get into medical school,...
How much information is enough?

How much information is enough?

You know, being a pre-med student, you should read up more on globulobastoma,” said my mom. “Globulo-what?” “Globulo…lastoma. Maybe bastoma? Whatever Ted Kennedy died of. As a journalist, you should be up to date on these details.” “Mom, are you saying that...
Little Miss Change

Little Miss Change

When I left for college last fall, I insisted that nothing in my room at home be touched or moved. My pink and blue sparkly pillows and dog and dragon and other stuffed animals were to stay on my bed; my 15 AP and SAT test-prep books were to remain in my Pottery Barn...

Math for the “A”

I came to college thinking I knew what I wanted to do: pursue a degree in journalism, meet pre-med requirements, and eventually apply to medical school. But now I’m leaning more and more toward a degree exclusively in math and science. Am I embracing my South Indian...