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A Semester Summary

I can’t get over how good my first semester at college has been. Not a thing is missing from the way I had pictured the experience, or from what the experience could be. It is everything. From where I live to what I learn, I have loved it all.

First of all, my balance of classes couldn’t have been better. Deciding to take only one humanities class this semester was a really interesting examination of what is important to me -- I found that I really enjoy exploring disciplines that tickle my brain with challenge, while still being able to run to the Latin classroom for reminders of my intellectual ability. 

I fell in love with evolutionary biology. I’ve written essays on my love for nature but this semester’s bio class has given me a renewed awe and appreciation for the natural world and its magical life forms. The class also heightened my appreciation for the support system I have in place at school -- an almost-failed first exam made me reach out to every academic advisor around until I was sure I could make up my lost ground, and the final result was really rewarding, and led me to forge an unforeseen relationship with my sweetheart of a professor.

Similarly amazing was my experience with the students serving as course assistants for my math class, who helped me make sure I understood every last bit of everything -- I’m so blown away by how talented and multifaceted everyone around me is, and how willing to help their peers out. Take the math genius who sat me down, made me breathe, and helped me when I was freaking out about my first (not graded) problem set; or the professional manicurist who does Kendo and cuts my hair; or the lacrosse player who is my biology tutor; or the CA majoring in Math and English and Astrophysics with a Spanish citation who helps me review for every exam -- I have come in contact with amazing people.

Now, look at Reylon, my yangqin-playing, Wushu-doing, percussion-pounding businessman best friend. And Javier, my ballet-dancing, Annen-burgling, Colombia-loving ballerina brother. And Kirin, my oppression-fighting, poetry-reciting, hand-biting chatterbox soul sister. My friends are unreal. I never thought I could find people with dreams so similar to and talents so different from mine. I care immensely about these kids, and feel the affection oozing equally from them. It’s new, and it’s beautiful. We have shared studious days and heartwarming nights and lots of love.

Speaking of days and nights, I couldn’t have been assigned a more perfect roommate. I feel like I am getting smarter just by living with Eliza Chang. We have completely different academic and extracurricular interests but eerily similar habits and modes of expression -- plenty of common ground but so much to learn from one another. For two such contrasting personalities, we get “you guys are like twins” comments pretty often! Our room is delightful and colorful and neat. And the girls who live along my hall are like my sisters. The latest jubilation or complaint can be rushed indiscriminately to any girl on the third floor for an instant pep talk, heart-to-heart, or giggle sesh.

My a cappella group is insane. The Opportunes drag me out of nerd paradise for seven hours a week to sing, to laugh, and to drink in oxygen while making some wonderful music, and many jokes at my expense. Performing with these guys has been my most enjoyable and rewarding artistic experience, and they are an amazingly quirky group of people to know on campus.

My routine is ideal. I love that I have enough time to sleep plenty and eat more than necessary and meditate occasionally and work out rarely and just generally operate at a pace of life that is both stimulating and healthy. The pattern of my days is pleasant and happy and resembles what I would strive for once I enter the workplace or whatever awaits me in my professional future.

I couldn’t be more proud of my first semester. I’ve had a brilliant start to university and can only hope that each semester turns out as enjoyable and satisfying as this one.


  1. So honored to be a third floor girl and have one awesome Ratna in my life...and to have been saved the trouble of finding these awesome people bcause you just collected them all in one place for me to befriend :)

    1. So well-put. I love our 311 hangouts. Can't wait to reconvene!

  2. Ratna I'm so happy we're friends. XD BEST frens. And I love how much care you put into preserving your experiences, it makes it all the more meaningful. You see beauty in so many things (like OEB) and it makes the world itself more beautiful. I've been showing off to a lot of people about you already. They're like, "So what kind of people have you met?" And I'm like, "Well let me tell you about my Latin-loving, school-starting, song-singing friend Ratna..." I've said this too many times, but you are such a REAL person. You make it easier to be a human. You make the world a better place.

    1. You make me cryyy. I'm so thankful for you. :)


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