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        Hi there, Chatty friends! Today this post is dedicated to how I dealt with impostor syndrome.  In Twitter I am always attentive to other's struggles with mental health. Also, I hear stories around me and try to reflect and apply their take away to my own personal life. The problem is that as humans and as flawed as we are, we tend to be our hardest critics.             For the longest time, my inner voice played in repeat about how my experiences could have been managed better. I criticized myself harshly, which instantly often provoked self-doubt. The lack of identifying as worthy individual resurfaced my "impostor syndrome".              To battle my impostor syndrome, I recognized that in college, there are going to be plenty of moments of self-doubt. To eliminate the problem, I identified questions or demeanor that resurfaced the issue. A ...

Hi chattyPhD friends! Today I would like to emphasize the crucial role of being an engaging student  as well as adding a little more to my academic journey.   How do you act when confronted by a language you were not taught growing up? Maybe for you results in an awkward conversation that involves hand miming.   For me it involved a daily routine of watching Criminal Minds, reading school assignments, and speaking in front of a mirror.   Until this day the English language is an obstacle. For me it takes extra dedication and work when writing a sentence, or reading papers. However, there is always an upside.   Entering college requires students to pass several standardized exams. Back when I was in high school, the tests were the Florida Comprehensive Assessment Test (FCAT), SAT, ACT, among others.   After only one year in an American high school and attempting to continue my pursuit to be a scientists there were some major road blocks....

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...