So I started this blog approximately one year and six months ago hoping to document the mental toll that the college admissions process can have on a sixteen-year-old applying to a ridiculous range of long shot schools. Here I am at one of the said schools looking through all of the posts and I am amazed by two things: what has changed and what hasn't.
So, for the record, I will write a new about me section to mark the changes that I have gone through these past eighteen months. My first section can be found here.
My name is Kristina Lynn Lozoya. I am eighteen years old and a second semester freshman at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. I plan to major in biological engineering and minor in Chinese. Most days I do my best to balance school work (there's a lot of it here at MIT) with sanity. Most days I succeed, but sometimes I don't. The biggest lesson that I have learned in my short time at MIT is that it is okay to fail and that you will eventually get caught up and be on the same page as everyone else. It's okay to pick one thing, oner person that you absolutely can't live without and concentrate your precious little free time on them, so long as you hit the books for twice as long. So I'm not the best here, but I have grown as a person unlike if I had been anywhere else. No, I am not the best. Yes I can (and do) ignore those who take seven classes per semester plus 345304958230495 extracurricular activities.
Believe me, it took awhile to find my place here, but I finally have. It is taking slow walks along the Charles at night and obsessing over the smallest amount of snow in the East Campus courtyard. It is alongside my teammates, cheering them on in victory and standing by them in defeat while plotting revenge for the heavyweight that kicked my ass on my birthday for the next tournament at West Point. It is hating physics and loving the life sciences, discovering the beauty of the simple logic behind Chinese and pledging to myself that I will learn it one day. It is cursing my professor for assigning long and outrageously hard problem sets, agonizing over a certain problem for a few hours, and then doing a victory dance when I reason through it all. It is looking past the darkness and seeing the light that shines through God's grace and makes this life so freaking beautiful.
My place is right here, thank you sir.
Love, a transfixed, Kris
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