(crossposted from my personal blog)
When I first discovered MIT, I got myself hooked on the MITblogs right away. Like an IV drip straight to the vein (although aren't they all? I guess you could miss), they nourished me with the life-giving anecdotes upon which stalkers feed. Their subtly sarcastic humor pulled me through the churning whitewaters of high school. When I had to stay up until 2 am to finish an APUSH essay that I started reading the prompt for at my usual bedtime, the MITbloggers coincidentally pulled all-nighters that night for their thesis papers or whatever, and then I would feel better about never having actually pulled an all-nighter because I would probably get my fair share of those in college. When I was all depressed about that B-prus test in Engrish, the MITbloggers assured me that life was okay, because they were getting C's on their midterms and even though MIT was way harder than high school I wasn't a loser at life. When I spent sleepless nights worrying whether MIT would defer me or just reject me outright, Ben Jones ranted uncontrollably about his overwhelming love for the applicant pool and its awesomeness, and I felt better inside.
Oh, MITblogs. I love them all, but Mitra and Sam were my favorites to read, and considering that they were pretty obviously dating, well, that just made them more awesome.
But all good things must come to an end. As mournfully chronicled by the MIT'12 chatroom, Sam made his Last MIT Blog Post Ever earlier this week. We modulo Sham would have cried, had it not been for our cultish secret: we know about his new blog.
Don't worry, Sam Maurer. We're watching you.
(Not really. But I mean, I don't know what the others are doing, so no guarantees.)
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Friday, February 22, 2008
Thursday, January 3, 2008
a categorical imperative, but not really.
It was great to see all the alumni at school yesterday, but wow, so many of them have changed. In the words of my esteemed co-pres: “Everyone looks like a pimp, a stoner, or exactly the same.” I looked around, and lo and behold, it was true. But I guess you can stuff anyone into a mental category if you try.
MIT12 is addictive. The regulars are, in fact, so addictive to talk to that I’m afraid when we finally meet in person they’ll be like malformed cephalopagic Siamese triplets with one enormous functional superbrain or they’ll secretly take hourly IV infusions of LSD in order to maintain their interestingness, because no way are they normal kids. Of course, we already knew that. (The last part.)
Yet as time ticks later and later into the night, and we get more and more tired, it seems like our primal instincts kick in and turn the chat toward angsty thwarted teenage romance (hah, got it semantically correct that time) as I oh so astutely noted. Or perhaps it was just yesterday that that happened.
It’s good to know that most of us illustrious MIT12ers, brilliant and charismatic and stunning though we may be, are human inside. Like, we can play Mersenne zen and use pickup lines like “Let me be DNA helicase and unzip your genes” and use MIT course numbers all the time to confuse people, yet still not be ashamed to admit that Asian chicks are HOT (inorite?) or discuss our secret, burning love for Sam Maurer. Because blog updates from Sam Maurer are like ambrosia from the heavens.
You know, I thought I’d be writing a lot of brilliant blog entries after I got into MIT. And fill my blog with bloggy goodness, so that the world might know of my daily exploits, and I’d become rich and famous and get paid to tour the world and blog, and of course become an MIT admissions blogger. Wishful thinking. But seriously, which posts belong in MIT2012, and which ones in my personal blog? This one clearly belongs here, but that’ll be something to mull over in the future. Or I’ll just take the easy way out and double-post.
ttyl.
MIT12 is addictive. The regulars are, in fact, so addictive to talk to that I’m afraid when we finally meet in person they’ll be like malformed cephalopagic Siamese triplets with one enormous functional superbrain or they’ll secretly take hourly IV infusions of LSD in order to maintain their interestingness, because no way are they normal kids. Of course, we already knew that. (The last part.)
Yet as time ticks later and later into the night, and we get more and more tired, it seems like our primal instincts kick in and turn the chat toward angsty thwarted teenage romance (hah, got it semantically correct that time) as I oh so astutely noted. Or perhaps it was just yesterday that that happened.
It’s good to know that most of us illustrious MIT12ers, brilliant and charismatic and stunning though we may be, are human inside. Like, we can play Mersenne zen and use pickup lines like “Let me be DNA helicase and unzip your genes” and use MIT course numbers all the time to confuse people, yet still not be ashamed to admit that Asian chicks are HOT (inorite?) or discuss our secret, burning love for Sam Maurer. Because blog updates from Sam Maurer are like ambrosia from the heavens.
You know, I thought I’d be writing a lot of brilliant blog entries after I got into MIT. And fill my blog with bloggy goodness, so that the world might know of my daily exploits, and I’d become rich and famous and get paid to tour the world and blog, and of course become an MIT admissions blogger. Wishful thinking. But seriously, which posts belong in MIT2012, and which ones in my personal blog? This one clearly belongs here, but that’ll be something to mull over in the future. Or I’ll just take the easy way out and double-post.
ttyl.
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