Stand Up, Fight Back

Within less than a week, I participated in my first two protests. On Saturday, January 21, 2017, my roommate, Michelle, and I marched in the New York City Women’s March, with a couple of our friends and another couple hundred thousand people. We went at 4pm, when unregistered marchers were supposed to show up, and even though it was near


Writing has always been cathartic for me. I’ve always believed in the power of getting words down on paper and letting the emotions out. Blogging and sharing my thoughts helped me with my anxieties, and I hoped that my anxiety-induced writing would put another voice on the table in regards to the MIT experience. I took a long hiatus. Today,

We Did It!

Me and my papa at commencement! Graduating from MIT was bittersweet. To be honest, I was kind of expecting myself to cry. I cried like a baby during my high school graduation, so why would graduating from MIT be any different? I guess the difference was that I wasn’t totally mentally ready to leave high school when I left –

New York City in Munchies

In Canada, kids get Good Friday and the Monday after Easter off from school, so my family and I flew down to New York to spend the weekend. This means that this is the third month in a row in which I have been in New York. This also means that I have been in New York once a month

On Drawing and Mental Health

I have been a painter and an artist my entire life. Okay, maybe when I was like four, I couldn’t really call myself an artist, although my mom is very adamant that my drawing level was much higher than an average four year old. Something about being able to draw more than just stick figures and smiley faces on butterflies