This past summer, I had the privilege of interning at The Queen’s Medical Center in Honolulu, Hawaii. I was excited at the prospect of working in a hospital setting, conducting clinical research, and shadowing doctors of various specialties
I’m incredibly grateful to be part of a team that supports not only my athletic endeavors but also my personal growth; through this trip I’ve been able to broaden my horizons and learn so much more about such a different and fascinating culture.
In high school I was involved in student government and loved being in a position where I got to meet and get to know people in addition to being able to help address issues that students were facing. So when I got an email the summer before my sophomore year about applying to be on the Student Athlete Advisory Committee, I jumped at the opportunity to have a leadership role in a community that was so important to me.
Cradles to Crayons is a non-profit organization that provides homeless and low-income children living in Boston, Philadelphia, and Chicago with the essential items they require to thrive - to feel safe, warm, ready to learn, and valued. Cradles to Crayons accepts donations throughout the year to ensure that these children have everything they need, but requires volunteers to help process and package the donations into appropriate packages for children in need. As a team, we have has made it a tradition to volunteer at Cradles to Crayons annually while we are on campus training during J-term.
this past summer after setting the 5k and 3k Thai national records, I was invited by the Thai national team asking if I wanted to run in the Asian Games. A little background, I am half Thai or as they call it in Thailand, a luk khrueng (directly translated as half child). We moved to Thailand when I was 3 years old and stayed there for most of my early childhood. The Jakarta Palembang Asian Games in Indonesia would be held in late August and racing a hard 10k in the Indonesian summer wouldn’t exactly be “Vanilla.”
I distinctly remember the moment I told my parents about my first job at Harvard. I strategically started with statements like— “It’s such a great job because the hours are flexible and I essentially choose when I want to work.”, “I get paid more than I was getting paid in my job in high school.”, and “I can even listen to music while I work!” My parents were so excited for me and as you can imagine, followed up with the simple question “So what do you do?”.
I have kind of a big family, at least by Norwegian standards, with three brothers and one sister. My family has always been very active and two of my brothers and my sister are competing in a sport called orienteering at national level. I however, decided that was not for me so I stuck with football. I am the youngest in my family, but given I am a triplet it is only a matter of minutes.
Something truly special about Harvard is the availability to broaden your educational experiences. Not only does Harvard offer almost 3,900 courses and over 450 student organizations, students are also given opportunities to travel.
Over the past summer, I had the opportunity for an internship at Whoop Inc. as a software engineer. A Whoop band is basically a FitBit (but better) tailored for professional and collegiate athletes. It tracks your activities throughout the day as well as your sleep and coaches you on how to take care of your body so you’re not over or under-training.
After spending nearly 20 hours a week in a swimming pool last spring, I spent the first month of my summer in a place where there is barely any water. I attended an archeological field school at Olduvai Gorge, in Tanzania, in the universe of Maasai warriors and the Lion King. The site of Olduvai Gorge is located in the Ngorongoro Conservation Area, on the southeastern edge of the Serengeti.
Co-directing Harvard’s PBHA Recent Immigrant Term-time Enrichment (RITE) volunteer mentoring program for refugees and recent immigrants has given me a closer understanding of their struggle to integrate.
This summer I worked for the Federal Reserve Bank of Chicago. It was great because it meant I got to live at home with my family, a fully stocked refrigerator, and a new puppy. After being abroad for the past two summers I knew I wanted to be at home in Chicago for my last summer ever and once I saw on Crimson Careers that the Federal Reserve Banks all had internships and there was one located at home in Chicago I was pumped. Keep in mind I am concentrating in applied math with a focus in economics so to a nerd like me anything to do with the Fed is exciting.
Al Gore spoke to a full house at Sanders Theater my freshman year, describing the dangers of global climate change. Yet, his speech laid out the path towards sustainability and renewable energy. Along with my desire to be a part of such a future, my fascination with math, technology, and the environment resulted in my choice to concentrate in Environmental Engineering with a secondary in Computer Science. Additionally, I have distinct passion for surfing that has come with an innate desire to protect the ocean.
My family’s involvement in the PMC started over 20 years ago, dating back to the year 1998. The fact that my dad chose to ride his first 198-mile bike ride on Cape Cod the summer of that year is no coincidence.
Current members and alumni of the Harvard men's lacrosse team embarked on a 100-mile bike ride in support of the Bike to the Beach charity organization on September 1. Founded in 2007, Bike to the Beach raises money and awareness for autism through its 50- and 100-mile bike rides across the United States. With events in six cities across the U.S., Bike to the Beach donates all the proceeds to Autism Speaks and local autism charities in order to support research efforts as well as families affected by autism spectrum disorder.
As summer break winds to a close and students begin gradually repopulating the campus, it’s always worthwhile to reflect back on the answer you gave to this subtly-loaded question while sipping an iced mocha at Peet’s back in April.
While many elements of my last three years at Harvard have come and gone, two things have remained constant: the alpine ski team and EC1010A. The ski team has been a rock I can lean on, a source of lifelong friends, and an opportunity to compete and train at the highest level in the sport I love. As far as 1010 goes, I took the class freshman fall and then have been a TF for the course the last two years.
Last year as a freshman, I wasn’t sure how I was going to fit in with the fencing team. I was a quieter type, and it seemed like many of my teammates were louder and more boisterous than me. Add that I was a walk-on, and while the team didn’t treat me any differently than the recruits, I still felt a little out of place, like I didn’t quite belong.
To be the most successful athlete that I am capable of being, I must play for more than just myself. To be the most successful athlete that I am capable of being, I must play for more than just my teammates. To reach my highest potential, I play for my community.
As my senior spring semester starts, I find myself reflecting on all of my experiences at Harvard over the years. While many of my greatest memories were made on the ice with my teammates, many more were made away from the ice, gym, and locker room.
The thought of me going to Harvard never amazed me as much as it amazes others until the summer after my freshman year. When I first committed, I was excited not because its Harvard, but instead because of the people I would have the opportunity to spend time with. After meeting the other three girls in my recruiting class, I could not wait to be with them for four years and I had high hopes of befriending many other remarkable people.
Ultimately, my time with NextEra proved to be an invaluable experience; one that essentially convinced me to declare Computer Science at the beginning of this month. Without the opportunities provided by this great school, I may never have discovered my passion for programming.
Beginning my first semester of college proved both challenging and exhilarating. It was a time of firsts: first night away from my parents, first meal in Annenberg, first midterm, first college golf tournament, and more. It was a whirlwind of problem sets, practices, and meeting new people. Everything was up in the air, susceptible to change.