Guest Blog From the Life and Times of Cam

Guest Blog From the Life and Times of Cam Tonights blog entry is brought to you by Cam, a resident of CAMbridge, the owner of a CAMera, and an early action acceptee to the MIT Class of 2013. A few months ago, Cam asked me if he could do a guest blog, to which I responded with some hesitation (to be exact, a few months of hesitation). However, it turned out that Cams story had more to do with MIT than basically everything Ive ever posted on this page, so I begrudgingly agreed to usher his blog entry into the multicolored web portal of MIT admissions. Also, on a personal note, Ive unwittingly entrenched myself in a mudslide of classwork and undergrad research this January, so blog entries from myself will sparsely surface to the light of your computer screen in the coming weeks. For the record, its virtually unheard of for MIT prefrosh to write guest blogs before CPW. Cams situation is somewhat unusual, however, so Ill let him explain the rest. - Guest Blog, by Cam (Note added December 31st, 2008:) Hi, internet. This is my story. Not the story of my life, but part of the story of the intersection of my life and MIT â€" which is surprisingly large for a high school senior. I wrote it for personal reflection (I enjoy writing) and posted it on a personal blog, but also for the admissions blogs in the hopes that it could be helpful. When I found out that I got into MIT, among other things (including a visit to campus to celebrate with some friends) I found myself immediately faced with the question of: Should I enroll? Im sure many other EA admits are facing the same question, and many RD applicants will be too. I hope that my story can be helpful to you. This is what MIT has meant to me over the last two years (well, 725 days). These are the kinds of opportunities MIT offers â€" and these only to a local high school student! This is the kind of place MIT is. There is naturally much more to MIT, but this is one small part and I hope that its a part youll enjoy reading about. That being said, MIT is obviously not for everyone, but if youre on the fence about it th en hopefully my experience will help you to make your decision (in favor of MIT). Also, Ive added some new pictures from last night to the end of this entry, so I hope youll enjoy those too. Onto the entry (originally authored November 15th, 2008): This has been a long time coming. One year, ten months, and ten days, at the time of this writing, I believe. (November 15th, 2008) See, that was when I first came to MIT. But to start this story, we have to step a bit farther back than that. This story begins with a young boy, a goofy grin that lives on till this day, and an Amiga 1000 (which likewise lives on, in similar good health.) (me) This story begins with a seven year old boy, a little bit older than the one in the picture, sitting on his dads lap learning to use lisp to generate silly sentences. This story begins with a fourth grade boy, realizing he can customize KDE. This story begins with a high school sophomore wondering why the lecture hall has ethernet jacks on the floor. See, for the first half of my life, I wanted to go to MIT. I didnt know why. Its how I was raised; before I knew what MIT was, I knew that I was supposed to get a scholarship, go there, and then make my family proud. I didnt even know what a scholarship really was I thought they were things that the smartest people in the world got and you could go to college for free, no room, board, meals, or tuition. When $5 was a big purchase for me, the idea of college for free sounded pretty cool. But that wasnt why I tried hard in school, because in all fairness, I didnt really try hard. I did well because I liked it, as much as I would often hate to admit it. And I wanted to go to MIT not through any connection with academics, but because I liked what I could do with the computers that pervaded our house. Computer science majors all go to MIT, right? Thats how it worked. From my silly sentences lisp program at age seven, to my sixth grade blackjack games and hello world programs in a double digit number of languages I never got farther than that in most of them , to my Mandelbrot set renders on TI calculators, I came to love computer science and computers. Programming was awesome; it gave me this power, not to control the world around me, but to simply direct it in ways beautiful and occasionally useful. This is what I felt for the first half of my life. I use the word half not for a sense of chronology but simply as an indicator of the most important turning point thus far in my life. Back then, I knew what I wanted, and the path was clear. I would get all As in school, continue learning programming not from classes or because I was forced to, but because it was fun and I liked to teach myself and Id go to college on a scholarship, study it, then go out into the world. Even though I stopped getting all As rather quickly my first A minus came in the eighth grade, and I was more disappointed with myself than my parents were with me that didnt occur to me that itd influence my views. School was still easy, I still liked programming, and I was obviously going to MIT because I liked computer science. Wait, what was MIT? My attempt at a very tourist-y picture but its a fun one to take anyway. Its funny the way the world comes full circle sometimes. Makes you wonder why it does. (I realize after writing this that only those of you who know me, and maybe not even most of you, will get how that applies.) When I was really young, I had a great friend named Max. I actually thought Max was from another town. We played Star Fox 64 together while eating smores in his living room, and he had a really cool gold-colored dumbbell in his room that I couldnt lift. His familys cars seats reminded me of waffles, for some reason. Max and I hadnt really seen each other since elementary school, though, even though I later found out he did live in the same town when we all then went to the same middle/high school. (Our town has three elementary schools). In fact, I dont think Id talked to him in a few years when somebody isnt in any of your classes, its easy to forget they exist. Little did I expect that a phone call from Max to my friend Costas would change my life. So my friend Costas calls me up on what I believe was a Friday night. My phones call log doesnt go back that far (ok, I dont even have the phone anymore, you caught me). Regardless, it was pretty short notice. Hey Cam, Max, Mike, and I have been going to this robotics thing at MIT for a few months now and theres a meeting tomorrow if you want to carpool with us. Gee, thanks for inviting me initially, its great to be more than an afterthought. Well, my Saturday morning wasnt an otherwise occupied block of time, so off I went. Little did I know I could never turn back. I definitely didnt know it that morning, but that my first introduction to MIT had opened my eyes. We sat in a lecture hall (3-302, I believe?) for a good five hours with students wed never seen before from other schools and watched astronauts bumble around in what I presume mustve been space. We had pizza. And then, we watched a man wearing too much denim talk to hear the sound of his own voice for a lil while. This guy with a cool name came on, talked some more about this whole robotics thing, and then we waited for Ed and Shane to get back from New Hampshire with our robot parts. If youre not familiar with it yet, that January 5th constituted my introduction to FIRST robotics. Every night for six weeks after that, we drove to the Alewife MBTA station or directly into Cambridge, depending on traffic, to sit in the basement of a Sloan building. (Sloan is MITs business / management / whatever that junks for school). Building E60. (Shane, Matt, and I in E60) I spent more hours in E60 than I spent doing homework those months. To begin getting to my point, I shall summarize a little. The three aforementioned friends and I worked on MITs Team 97 that 2007 FIRST season. I came in knowing how to write hello world in at least ten languages, and came out knowing not much more. I gained some experience, though I had very few contributions to the robot, but I learned how to use some tools and slowly caught on. I came out, though, with my eyes open opened to a world Id only seen in LEGOs, opened wide to something Id never even thought of before. Opened to engineering, opened to new friendships, and opened to MIT. A pictures worth a thousand words, so pretend I wrote a thousand words about what actually happened that season. (Im not in this one) After working on Team 97 that year, we left MIT. We wanted to bring FIRST to our school, so that other Wayland students could see what wed seen that rainy January morning and what wed slowly been taking in throughout the FIRST season. However, as is often the case when MITs grabbed hold of a human soul, MIT did not let go. Us four from Wayland stayed around, working that summer with a few other FIRST students to create the DIY Segway. I didnt build much of it, but when I stayed up till three in the morning on AIM, talking to Shane as we scribbled away on skrbl, I knew something. As Shane sketched out for me the sensors and balancing system and we wrote the code to balance the DIY Segway, I saw something Id never seen before. I saw code manifest in the physical world, a beautiful fusion. Sure, the result the next morning when I came in to test was not so beautiful. The segway lurched back and forth until a table was kind enough to stop it. But that didnt matter hours of frustratingly fun debugging later, we hopped on and wobbled in place. It worked. What I saw there removed all final doubt. I dont want to be a computer science major. That was my dads dream (hes a computer science major). He didnt ever force it on me, but I had taken it for myself with passion. Now, though, now that I had seen what real engineering was, I couldnt go back. I wont say my minds closed to other options, but at the moment I know that I am going to major in mechanical engineering. MIT, especially so through Shane (the then-undergraduate, now-graduate student whos worked with us on FIRST and all subsequent projects, and whos also a pretty cool dude), had pushed me away from the very thing which originally enamored me of MIT. The Segway put a temporary halt to MIT involvement for the rest of the Wayland four, as we buckled down to focus on nurturing FIRST in our hometown. I dont know what drew me back, but it didnt stop me. The most amazing thing is that MIT has never stopped blowing me away. That feeling I got when I watched the FIRST kickoff in 2007; the feeling I got when the segway lurched forwards and we tried to catch it; that feeling has never gone away. MIT continues to show me the world in an entirely different light. MIT has given me great opportunity. MIT has given me great friendships. MIT has even given me a great amount of money (yeah, you think I could afford to pay for that robot above with the money I made working at the town library? Not a chance). MITs given me a lot. This summer, I was hired by the Edgerton Center as a TA for a grades 9-12 robotics course, modeled after 2.007 / 270 / whatever you will (A competition course taken by mechanical engineering sophomores). This summer, I was finally able to start giving back. The coolest thing about a place like MIT is that my experience is not a unique one. Ive certainly been spoiled by MIT, but this summer I saw MIT bring to a new group of students what it brought to Max, Mike, Costas and I back in 2007. MIT continues to open the worlds eyes to engineering, and not just a few high school students at a time but thats not something I can easily show you. The point is, Ive come a long way, and I wouldnt be where I am without MIT. Wherever I end up going to college next fall be it MIT, Olin, or some other wonderful school I go now with a new sense of purpose and excitement, and for perhaps the first time in my life a true passion. Do I know what the rest of my life will look like? Of course not. However, I know that were it not for MIT, it would be and this is where my rhetoric fails me lame. To the younger readers (haha, readers? good one.), I offer this simply to show you what a wonderful place like MIT can do for you. To the older readers, who are mostly MIT readers, I offer this simply as inspirational, although its lacking in that department. To my friends who read this a subset which overlaps a bit with the last category I offer this simply as a story Ive wanted to tell and a feeling that Ive felt the need to express for a long time, and something that I did not express adequately here and thus will probably end up expressing again. My mom wanted me to thank my friends in my senior blurb, but I wanted to avoid all clichv ©s there because it would not have sounded quite like me. However, there is something Id like to say now. To MIT, thank you. More importantly, to my friends, especially the ones whove been with me through this, perhaps since that January day back in 2007, thank you. I still dont know nearly anything about the rest of my life, but Im starting to know a lot more about the last two years or so of it, and I couldnt be who I am were it not for all of you. Im running out of words, so Ill leave you simply with some gorgeous pictures of MIT. My recent hobby of film photography yields pictures such as this. Taken when I was staying over in EC (not an admissions visit, just visiting a friend) a while back. Oh, also, I fell in love with the Boston skyline long ago / have a (healthy) skyline picture fetish. This was taken after work one day this summer I tried to stich multiple exposures of this into an HDR image but failed. I do not have Yan Z.s apocalyptic-sunset-capturing abilities, but I like this nonetheless. This one deserves a blog post of its own, for the story behind it is, in short: Nothing to do on a Wednesday night? Call Shane, go out to dinner with some HS friends + MIT friends + an MIT instructor in Lexington, get free steaks and free-2-of-16 recently purchased cameras, then go take pictures in the rain. So maybe Ill write that up later. Edit: Pictures below added for MIT admissions blog because I like them even more than the ones in the original entry. Yay new camera! Addendum Jan. 2nd, 2009: So, to sum up a bit: MITs offered me what I think to be some pretty darn cool opportunities. It hasnt stopped there. We joined FIRST in 2007 and had the experience of a lifetime at the national competition in Atlanta. We built a sweet segway. We came back again to build an even sweeter go-kart (shameless attempt to drive more traffic to the site). The paper for that go-kart just got accepted to the EVER Monaco 2009 conference, which means MIT might be sending us to Monaco (and maybe northern France, too) this March and Im sure that for all of us from Wayland who got pulled in two years ago, this is only the beginning. MITs taken us some pretty amazing places both literally and figuratively. And I cant think of any other school where my story would have been even remotely possible. Can you? Hope to see you there next fall!