Today was the last lecture of 20.109, and as I signed off the Zoom call, I felt a little flutter of sadness. 20.109 presented a unique dynamic that I'd never had in a class before. I'd never had to spend 5 hours a day in class for a single course, or had to present my own novel ideas and be subjected to the interrogations of my classmates or instructors, or write my own research article draft. I learned a bunch of new skills in 20.109, but the following were the ones that will stick with me the most. 1. Schematics - I learned to LOVE making schematics. So much so, in fact, that I am strongly considering buying a BioRender subscription, which is something I usually avoid at all costs. There's something so satisfying about generating your own schematics for presentations and controlling every aspect of the story the image tells. I love coordinating the colors and paring the experimental details down to what is absolutely necessary to tell the story. 2. Effective prese...
The final blog post has come upon us and, unsurprisingly, I still have little to no idea what to actually write about. I suppose a sort of reflection on the class as a whole would be appropriate? Hmmm, but I can also imagine that thing's might get a bit repetitive given that we have already had our feedback session. What to do, what to do? -Ok bet, let's go with that. At first, I wasn't particularly looking forward to 109; those 15 units with 2 4-hr lab blocks absolutely weren't looking like the move. But having gone through the experience, 109 gets the distinction of being one of the few class experiences I would say that I enjoyed: not hated, like 8.01, not more or less apathetic towards, like 6.0001/2, but actually enjoyed. Though those chunks did cut into my availability for lab research, I have received some great benefits from the class, the most helpful of which has been from its written CI-M aspects. Though I have given presentations and journal clubs in th...
Hello world. As I stand here about twenty feet from the summit, a sense of accomplishment washes over me. It's an undertaking few have conquered. Still, at the same time I feel a sense of dread. I made it here, but what about the trip on the way down? Supplies are lower than expected, the crew is tired, and the nights have been getting longer and longer. There's a small chance we might not even have enough oxygen for the next two days, I haven't had the chance to do the math. Why are we even up here? What hubris drove us to try to conquer this majesty of nature? What were we looking for? Looking out across the broken and jagged Himalayas, I feel contemplative. It's about 6:34 am, and the darkness is starting to lift. Wind is strong, but no snowfall. We dug ourselves a little crevasse to shield ourselves from the wind, and we're on the east side of the mountain. 2 more minutes till sunrise. It was a difficult trip up. It was lonely and sad and cold and...
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