chattyPhD

Hi chatty friends! Today I like to share how I came to America. I know what you are thinking. No I did not sailed across the Caribbean ocean or swum with the sharks (yiakes). I actually flew in a plane with my family at the age of 16 and yes my feet were dry. Knowing no English, Sí NADA! I started my last year of high school. My high school in Cuba was very different from the one here in America. My high school in Cuba lacked running water. So my friends and me walked miles out of the school every other day to resource some. We sang songs about love, the moon, the heartbreak and drank 'made up' rice-wine to celebrate our youth despite the adversities.  For the first few months in my American high school felt like a daze. High school augmented all my teenagers fears. I felt excluded, misunderstood, ignored, unimportant, and very very depressed. You know those friends from high school that stay forever. Yep those! I still have those from my high school in Cuba

Hi there! How are things going? Hopefully not too bad. If you are at home cooped up because of the "the GreatCoV" (caugh caugh), you can spare a little time reading my story. You see this is my first blog. I wanted to do this for a while with the hope to inspire other students to follow a path of science and to advice young students to have the right mindset for college. This is me, If you are wondering 'Why she looks like such a nerd?' is because I aim to be one. Hopefully, when you leave here, you can learn a little about me and why I chose Chemistry as a career, and why you should consider doing a career in science.