introductions

Nine months is a powerful amount of time. Good things come in threes, and what is nine but the perfect square of threes; the first number we live before we even feel the air on our skin. Nine months is forever ago. Rice University emailed me nine months ago, letting me know that I had been accepted into its class of 2020. This came after an acceptance to my parents' alma mater and rejections from two of the most prestigious schools in the country - schools that, in hindsight, I applied to for the name more than anything. I took a while to commit to going to school a plane ride away from my family, my friends, and the place I called home for as long as I could remember. The distance seemed insurmountable, and I was comfortable. Texas is not Pennsylvania. I wouldn't run into any of my high school classmates on campus, or be able to go home for a weekend here or there. It would be isolation, I thought. Nine months. I love Rice. One semester in and I couldn't imagine myself at any other school. The passion that I have encountered in the students I've met has given me something new to believe in, and the classes that I've taken have taught me more than just memorization skills. My friends from home say I look happy. I am. The friends I've made over the last semester are something miraculous, beautiful people who give me permission to be as wild as I need to. I feel like I'm becoming alive again, and it only took nine months. The coming posts here will be more focused, but I figure we have to get to know each other somehow, right?

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