Leadership And Walking The Walk

Dear Oliners,

While I have done my best to communicate frequently and broadly across campus, during my conversations with staff, students, and faculty, I realized it wasn’t enough. Given the constraints of how many people I can converse with (in person) on any given day (week/month), I thought I might share more about what’s on my mind through a Frankly Speaking article. This is an experiment and, as always, I look forward to your thoughts and reactions.

Jumping right in: during my first week on campus, several members of our community had heard about our family dog. The first question from many of you early on: are you going to change the “no dogs on campus policy”? You might remember I mentioned this at my first Town Hall: I declined to change or tackle the dog policy. 

Of course, at the time, my dog was still living in New York City and it was easy to leave things in place. She has, in the meantime, relocated to Needham. We created a village to care for her back in New York, trusted walkers, a behavioral trainer, and my assistant to name just a few.Other than identifying a trainer, here at Olin, for the moment, I am her entire support system. My care plan (ill-formed in hindsight, as I will explain in a moment) entailed leaving her at the house and walking her every couple of hours until I could find dogwalkers. Not a perfect plan and it would have worked except I neglected to account for all the people entering the house—for repairs, bringing food for student dinners, and cleaning after events. 

At this point, you might be wondering exactly where I’m going with this story. Our policy essentially forbids dogs in campus buildings. And yet, many of you have seen my dog with me on campus. Some of you have even had meetings with me while she lays next to my desk. Notwithstanding the policy, I couldn’t leave her home with strangers coming in and out. As President, I was breaking Olin’s policy.

It’s a little thing. But I wrestle every day with what my behavior signals to campus. Everyone has been kind and understanding. But one of the things we, as a society, have seen is the increasing willingness of leaders to bend rules for their own benefit. The power of self-interest has permeated our systems. While I certainly don’t have delusions of grandeur and don’t equate bringing my dog to campus with what we read about in the news, I take seriously the idea of modeling the values we purport to represent.

Life is filled with choices. In this situation, I balanced caring for a beloved member of our family with ensuring the safety of others and in so doing, chose to violate an Olin policy. Our choices have consequences. 

I share this story with you for a few reasons. First, I continue to harbor a nagging sense of setting a bad example. Second, I am contemplating whether to send our dog back to New York City until I can figure out a better solution and that makes me a little sad. Most importantly, though, I wanted to start a conversation about how we, as individuals, make decisions, and decide “to do the right thing”.

That’s all I have for now. I look forward to hearing your thoughts. Feel free to send thoughts and reflections to president@olin.edu.

P.S. If you think it’s time to reconsider the dog policy, let me know.

Whimsy at Olin

It is comfortable to stick to a routine. Wake up, go to the dining hall, run to class, get lunch, do homework, get dinner, run to meetings, then get to bed.

It’s on the iCal. All the classes. All the meetings. All the clubs and projects you overcommitted to. It’s constant and comfortable. 

But most of us are missing the pieces of discomfort that lead to lasting memories. Sure, you can brush it off, saying that it’s too cold out or Boston is just too far away. But leaning into those challenges makes for a lasting memory. 

You don’t even need to change your schedule to embark on a whimsical adventure. Just shift aspects of your routine. 

Try taking your breakfast or a cup of coffee for a walk. Wander to a new location with your meal. From the bench by the back of the library to Parcel B. For lunch, just grab a jacket and sit right outside the dining hall.

Have spare time during lunch? Walk a loop around Babson campus and discover a new building (have you found their arcade yet?). Walk anywhere. Walk to Wellesley College at night, walk to get a bagel in Needham. You could even walk to Boston!  

It’s already March (crazy!) Time seems to be flying by this semester, but by doing something new every day, the days slow down as you collect so many more memories. 

I challenge you to find one new thing (see Google Doc for ideas) and try it this week (even ask those at your table to join). Add whimsy to your iCal if you really need. Let me know how it goes!

Use the Google Doc linked on the QR code to check out and add whimsical ideas:

Spankly March ’26

Brave people of Olin, we know you have gone with a drought of truth… That, in such a famine as this, you have been unduly forced to bear the wicked cup of lies to your lips and drink the plebeian humours of “Frankly Speaking,” believing the fictitious and malevolent have won.

“Nay!” we say! Though our voices here at Spankly Freaking have yet once more been silenced these past months (we’ve been too lazy to get something together), we brave through this desert to once again provide the oasis of cool water that will soothe your throat, and quench your thirst for truth and justice. 

Without further ado, here are this month’s rejected headlines…

Half-Finished Great Lawn Igloo Serves As Comforting Reminder To Students That They, Too, Will Never Fully Achieve Their Life Goals

“February is depressing enough, but walking back to the dorms each day and getting to see a clear monument to the plight of those who dream too big really just pounds it in,” said senior shortly before looking out of a dark window, sighing

Miller Academic Center Proposes New Strategic Vision: “Olin As A Slowly Decaying Lab”

Exposé Brilliantly, Fearlessly Exposes Urgent Olin Need: Writing Tutors

“Initially, I was hesitant, but when I saw the unattributed quote immediately backed up with a foggy to unclear call to action, I was knocked off my seat. I thought ‘Wow, now this is well-focused, succinct piece of evidence on why Oliners should have someone who isn’t an engineer proofread’”

Par- I Mean Social Gatherings Are Back!

Students prepare to raucously cram 7 people (Fire Safe Occupancy Limit™) into a room for a whole night of unbridled raving that goes until the 12am quiet hours

Olin Drops To #3 In Best Engineering College For Undergraduates 

Pivoting from impact centered education, Olin focuses on military grade, long-range airstrike engineering to finally beat Rose-Hulman “The Hard Way”

Rare Sighting Of A Junior On Campus Made Feb 12th, 4:34PM

“I thought they had all abandoned us!” cried a First-Year before snapping a blurry photo of the lone Junior not on study abroad wistfully roaming through EH 1NN

All Of These Ten Couches Sitting Unused In The EH 3 And 4 Lounge Are Really Just Asking For Someone To Take Them

I mean, who even leaves eight couches just around when no one is using them? It’s not like the lounge will ever need all the five couches that are left in the space. 

R. May Lee Sits All Olin Family Around The Dinner Table To Assure Them That She Is “Not Mad, Just Disappointed”

Report Finds That That One Person On Your CD Team “Coordinating With The People Group” Is, In Fact, Just Playing Clash Royale 

Even worse, they’re playing a Mega Knight deck

My Thoughts on Cheese

I almost never eat cheese. As a young child, I developed a strong dislike for cheese in all its forms. This seemingly random preference spurred a lifelong effort to avoid cheese and impress onto others the value of reducing cheese consumption. Today, I have a somewhat complex philosophy around cheese. I absolutely refuse to eat so-called “stinky cheeses” under any circumstances; I believe that nobody should eat them when around other people without checking first that the odor will not prove offensive to their table mates. Beyond stinky cheese, I try to avoid other kinds of cheese whenever I can, a stance supported by the gastric distress that can come with eating cheese and other dairy products. This avoidance has two exceptions: I will eat cheese in cases where it would be impolite to refuse, and I will eat cheese in foods where the cheese’s taste and texture is totally dominated by the rest of the food. In this essay, I will explain my philosophy and attempt to persuade readers, both cheese-eaters and cheese-haters, to adopt a similar one.

Cheese stinks. Literally. Stinky cheeses are popular among cheese connoisseurs around the world. My younger sister counts among their ranks; she has a twisted love for Parmesan especially and will pile it on any food she can. An article from Healthline characterizes Parmesan cheese as “an Italian cheese with a characteristically strong and nutty flavor that may be sweet, salty, and bitter at the same time” (Lang). This description leaves out one key characteristic of the cheese—it stinks, especially when it has been heated. Indeed, my sister’s eating it can trigger my gag reflex if I happen to be too close while the fumes waft away from the freshly warmed cheese. This is a result of a well-known quality of Parmesan cheese—it contains butyric acid, which one article describes as “a chemical that contributes to the smell of both Parmesan cheese and vomit” (Jagatia), and which is commonly known to contribute to Parmesan’s distinctive odor. People who deliberately eat Parmesan cheese around other humans without their consent are assaulting their olfactory sensibilities and being generally rude.

I share my disgust around smelly cheese with many like-minded people around the globe. One 2016 study conducted in France found that inhaling the odor of various cheeses was more likely to produce disgust than the odor of other foods. The study discovered that “among the individuals showing disgust for a given food, those disliking cheese represented a higher proportion… than those disliking the other food categories” (Royet et al.). Even in France, a famously cheese-loving country, the odor of cheese is more likely to produce a feeling of disgust than other foods. This aligns with my own experience; while I dislike other foods, nothing provokes the same visceral reaction as cheese. This finding reinforces the fact that cheese’s odor can make it unpleasant and impolite to consume around innocent tablemates of the cheese eater.

An article from the Independent cites William Hanson, an etiquette expert who published a book on the topic, in its description of appropriate workplace snacks. The article combines Hanson’s expertise in etiquette with outside polling to create its own list of office snack etiquette rules. The first rule on this list is to “avoid anything noisy or smelly due to the open-plan nature of most offices today” (Richmond). This etiquette rule can be applied beyond the restrained context of office snacking. It is clearly impolite to force anyone else to endure unpleasant odors without their consent. Stinky cheeses have a strong unpleasant odor. Therefore, people should never eat them without the explicit consent of all those in the area who could be subjected to their odor without an avenue for escape.

At this point, I have established that stinky cheese can be an unpleasant, even rude choice of food when eating with others. Even if you disagree with me on my policy of avoiding cheese, or on any other part of my argument, I hope that we can find agreement on this first point: everyone can agree that it is impolite to subject people to unpleasant odors without their consent, so therefore smelly cheeses should not be eaten around people who have not demonstrated their comfort with such odors. If these other people have indicated that they are comfortable with the odor, the rules of politeness allow for the consumption of stinky cheese. 

Although it may be acceptable to eat stinky cheese in certain circumstances, it is also important to note that cheese eating in general can lead to intestinal distress, making it a poor choice of food for many people who want to avoid copious amounts of gas.

For people who are lactose intolerant, the act of eating cheese or other dairy products can cause significant discomfort. The Mayo Clinic describes how people who are lactose intolerant “have diarrhea, gas and bloating after eating or drinking dairy products” (“Lactose Intolerance”). This is a common experience—lactose intolerance is quite common around the globe. The prevalence of this condition makes it extremely likely that many people are experiencing this gastrointestinal distress without even realizing its cause; abstaining from dairy products such as cheese would likely lead to these gastric effects being reduced or even eliminated. Granted, there are products which can also reduce the effects of dairy consumption for lactose-intolerant people, but many people do not know that they are lactose intolerant, and thus cannot benefit from these products. For this reason, many people who are concerned about gastrointestinal issues may consider avoiding dairy entirely.

While cheese is smelly and can cause gastric distress, it must be acknowledged that there are some cases where one either can or must consume cheese. First is when there is no other alternative. In my personal experience, I have sometimes gone to dinners where cheese is an unavoidable part of the menu. For instance, on a school camping trip, the only food one night was mac ’n’ cheese. That night, I ate the mac ’n’ cheese, even though I strongly dislike cheese, because it was the only option available to me. In another example, I have been served salads with cheese incorporated in. It would have been impolite to pick out the cheese particles from the salad, so I ate the salad without adjustment or complaint. In both cases, I did not make any complaints or try to change the situation, as there was no alternative or way to eliminate the cheese from the food being served, so complaining would have had no positive impact on anyone. 

These personal experiences can be extrapolated into general rules. If one goes to a dinner party or other event in which the host is serving a meal which includes cheese as part of it, and there is no way to avoid the cheese, then it is acceptable to eat some of the cheese. To refuse would be both impolite and impractical—not only is it rude to turn down food, but refusing to eat food with cheese could mean that one eats nothing at all. In these situations, people should eat their food without complaint or apparent discomfort, as any expression of discomfort will have no positive impact and only serve to make both the guests and host uncomfortable. This would not help anyone. The second case in which it is acceptable to eat cheese is in the context of foods in which the cheese’s odor and texture completely is transformed by whatever food it had become part of, to the point that it can scarcely be called “cheese” anymore. Pizza serves as the typical example in my case. One of the most popular foods in America, pizza is delicious and almost universally appreciated, despite its prominent usage of cheese. Most pizzas start off with mozzarella, a milder and generally less offensive cheese. The cheese’s potentially unpleasant texture and flavor are moderated further—even transformed—by the incorporation of pizza sauce and high heat into the process of making a pizza. With these elements, the cheese on a good pizza is almost unrecognizable. This process makes the cheese on pizza palatable for me, and I believe that this same thought process can be used in the context of other foods which use mild cheeses whose original flavors are overpowered by the rest of the dish—lasagna comes to mind. In these contexts, cheese can be an acceptable part of a meal, if it is not consumed in excess and that the (previously discussed) downsides of eating cheese are known to the consumer. With these foods, the intestinal challenges that can come with cheese may be ignored to fully enjoy the depth of flavor of the dish itself.

At this point, my argument ends. As I described at the beginning of my essay, I do not like cheese, and I have developed an intellectual framework around this disliking. Through this

work, I hope that I have persuaded you, both cheese-lovers and cheese-haters, that people should avoid the consumption of smelly cheeses in public settings because of the unpleasant odor. To the people who are unsure on cheese, I hope that I have pushed you a little further towards avoiding cheese with my description of the prevalence of lactose intolerance, and my explanation of how its effects can be decreased by reducing consumption of dairy products. Finally, to my fellow cheese-haters, I hope that I have given you some food for thought on exceptions to our avoidance of cheese. If I have made you think on any of these topics, I consider this essay a success.

Works Cited

Jagatia, Anand. “What’s in a Smell?” BBC Science Focus Magazine, BBC, 12 July 2023,

www.sciencefocus.com/the-human-body/whats-in-a-smell.

“Lactose Intolerance.” Mayo Clinic, Mayo Foundation for Medical Education and Research,

www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/lactose-intolerance/symptoms-causes/syc-20374232. Accessed 27 June 2025.

Lang, Ariane. “Parmesan Cheese: Nutrition, Benefits, and Uses.” Healthline, Healthline Media, 1

May 2023, www.healthline.com/nutrition/parmesan-cheese-nutrition-benefits-uses.

Richmond, Steve. “Office ‘etiquette’ Guide Advises against Eating Smelly Foods in

Workspaces.” The Independent, 26 Sept. 2023, www.theindependent.com/life-style/food-office-advice-eggs-fish-b2418070.html.

Royet, Jean-Pierre, et al. “The neural bases of disgust for cheese: An fmri study.” Frontiers in

Human Neuroscience, vol. 10, 17 Oct. 2016, https://doi.org/10.3389/fnhum.2016.0051

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Whether big or small, please take 3 minutes to donate an item (or five). Your donations will support the Palestine Red Crescent Society deliver critical humanitarian aid. The auction is also a great way to meet new people, showcase your skills, and come together as a community.

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Are Oliners Okay? 

Trigger warning: suicidal ideation  

When I came to Olin, I found a community that supported me in ways I had never been able to find before. For the first time, I felt that most of my peers, faculty, and staff saw me as a whole person and genuinely cared about my wellbeing. However, it has become clear to me that here, unlike at other schools I’ve attended, everyone is sick. Many students I’ve talked to have struggled with their mental health and school related issues like I have. Olin’s productivity and overachievement culture often means we often feel pressured to sacrifice healthy priorities and lifestyle, which makes it harder for us to make healthy choices as individuals. 

I felt the pressure to succeed since before I can remember. I’ve continuously been fed the idea that self-worth and quality of future are measured by academic achievement, fancy jobs, and sheer productivity. I wasn’t allowed to relax or have fun until I finished all of my homework. I felt guilty for enjoying myself when there was work I could be doing. 

I found writing particularly difficult, but no one believed me. No matter how much I cried and said I couldn’t do it, I was told that if I didn’t do all of my homework perfectly and on time, then I would never get good grades, would never get into a good college, would never get a good job, and would forever be broke and miserable.  

Because of the grueling writing assignments, the lack of support, and loneliness, I hated school. Since school was my whole life, I hated being alive. I didn’t understand that it wasn’t normal to want to die every day. I thought everyone did, that’s what it sounded like from others.   

I didn’t think I should be struggling or need help. I had a nice family, a nice house, a nice school; nothing “bad” had really happened to me. It didn’t seem like I had any valid reasons to be depressed.

Things continued to get worse throughout middle and high school, compounding with struggles I was navigating in other parts of my life. I contemplated every day if I could keep living. I wanted that happy life with a dream job, but it felt impossible for me to get there. Life was too painful and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I didn’t know if I would be strong enough to keep going. I felt like I could break at any moment and I would be gone. I questioned if it was even worth it to keep chasing my dreams. 

It was always frustrating to hear “it gets better” when I never had any proof. It wasn’t getting better. There wasn’t a clear way for it to get better. I’d never seen anyone else get better. I didn’t believe I would ever get better. 

No matter how miserable I was, maintaining good grades was still my top priority. I put everything I had into schoolwork, making myself more exhausted and depressed every day. I kept pushing to finish my homework, even though it was killing me. I knew I wasn’t ok, but I didn’t know how I could change. I was told I would get even more depressed and anxious if I got behind. There was never a good time for me to take time for myself. It got to the point where I was so depleted that I couldn’t process basic math. My future as an engineer felt completely hopeless. I finally realized that if I didn’t step back and take care of myself, then I couldn’t get good grades, get into my dream college, or do whatever comes after. That wonderful life I was working towards would never exist if I were dead.  

I left school and admitted myself to partial hospitalization. The program was a dumpster fire, but I eventually got what I needed to get better. Fast-forward a few years and I’m now going to my top choice college, on track to achieve those dreams I had always been chasing. I remember the first time I went a whole day without thinking I wanted to die. It was incredible. I enjoy my life now and genuinely like being alive. I didn’t know that was even possible. I am proud of how much I have overcome and am stronger than I ever thought I could be. I have so much to live for. Every day I am reminded how grateful I am to still be here. 

I don’t know just how many people here are hurting like I was, but I believe it’s a lot. I see parts of my old self in everyone around me. 

I’m concerned about how normal it is to be miserable here. I’m disappointed by how often I hear people talk about depression or wanting to kill themselves like it doesn’t mean anything. I hear it at dinner, office hours, or just walking through the halls. This environment makes it feel like severe mental illness and suicidal ideation is not the serious problem that it is. It sends the message that it doesn’t matter if someone is really struggling. It makes it hard to tell when people are in immediate danger when suicidal comments are so common.  

It hurts me when people say they want to kill themselves, even as a “joke”. I have flashbacks to the pain I was in during the darkest period of my life. It makes me feel alone here, or like people wouldn’t care if I hadn’t made it here. The words and questions swirl around in my head, and I get scared of going back to that dark place. It certainly does not create a space where I can learn and grow, which is what I hoped for at Olin. 

I’ve tried bringing up this pattern of students saying they want to kill themselves to StAR, but have not gotten much of a response. Many of the staff seemed more concerned about the comments being inappropriate than about student wellbeing. Some suggested I should call people out directly, which I think misses the point entirely. An unhealthy culture around mental health and suicide can’t be changed by simply avoiding certain kinds of jokes.

I wish I had specific mental health resources I would recommend at Olin, but they are really lacking currently. I’ve had a difficult time getting connected to adequate care, despite reaching out to multiple people. In my experience, most of these resources have been superficial or just crisis response with little in-between. I’ve heard promises of improvement but haven’t seen much yet. I’m hopeful new staff will build these programs effectively. 

I want to send the message that everyone here matters. You are an important, unique person that deserves care, support, and to live a full, happy, healthy life. Your wellbeing is more important than any schoolwork; it’s more important than homework assignments, deadlines, grades, credit hours, project teams, or internship applications. Take the time to enjoy yourself. No matter how big or small (or compared to what others are facing), what you’re struggling with is enough to get support. If you need help, you need it. You are enough. Life is worth living. As long as you’re alive, it can get better.  

So please, 

Admin, provide better resources.  

Students, get the support you need—you do need it.  

Everyone, let’s be better as a community. 

Love, 

Concerned Student 

If you or someone you know is struggling or in crisis, the 988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline provides 24/7, connection to free, confidential support to people anywhere in the US. 

Call or text 988 

Or chat at 988lifeline.org 

R2s are available for additional support. 

How to Help E:Bios: Cross-Registration with MassBay Community College

It is common knowledge that Olin’s biology and chemistry offerings alone are not sufficient for most students interested in designing a useful, marketable Biomedical Engineering (E:Bio) degree. For this reason, many students who wish to become E:Bios also try to take Wellesley biology and chemistry classes; these classes are extremely valuable because they offer training which Olin simply does not provide. Brandeis is also an option, but is much farther away and harder to get to, as there is no shuttle.

These E:Bio students face a major challenge: Wellesley science classes fill up very quickly, and the professors are often unable to offer additional slots for cross-registering students. Due to this scarcity, many E:Bio students take Olin technical classes, snap up a Wellesley science when they can, and call it a degree. It works, but barely – it’s always a scramble to find science courses which are relevant. These E:Bio students just don’t have access to the biology or chemistry courses they need. 

For this problem, I propose a solution: Cross-registration with MassBay Community College (MassBay). I have taken multiple classes there, and believe that it could help with this fundamental problem of E:Bios having trouble taking biology or chemistry. 

MassBay has the full traditional chemistry sequence for health professions (General Chemistry 1 & 2, Organic Chemistry 1 & 2, and Biochemistry), and also offers biology classes (Biology 1 & 2, Anatomy and Physiology, various Biotechnology offerings, etc.). An Olin student interested in E:Bio could take introductory science classes at MassBay and then go to advanced 200 or 300-level Wellesley science courses later; these more advanced courses at Wellesley tend to have more open spots. 

Massbay is not a nationally renowned institution like Wellesley, but it still provides an effective education. The class sizes are small (10-30 students), and the professors are there to teach, not do research or anything else. I have taken Chemistry 1 and 2, along with Organic Chemistry 1, at Massbay and have felt that I have gained a level of training which transfers well over to my Wellesley Organic Chemistry 2 class. 

As an institution which caters to both traditional students and working professionals, MassBay offers classes in a range of times which open up opportunities for many students. They have night classes, summer classes, and others, meaning that Olin students who often struggle with fitting Wellesley courses into their schedules may have more flexibility with MassBay ones. 

While there are clear benefits that cross-registration with MassBay could have for Olin E:Bio students, such a partnership could also have benefits for students beyond E:Bios. (Two of Massbay’s offerings which I noted as personally interesting were their EMT course and their car mechanic training progression: if you understand how to fix something, you will have better knowledge of how to design it in the future.) This cross-registration would also have distinct benefits for Massbay students. 

First off, Olin’s unique application-based classes (SoftDes, Collaborative Design, Mech Proto, Comp Arch, Fun Robo, etc.) could offer an opportunity to these students to take courses beyond the scope of their MassBay curriculum.

Additionally, the unusual contexts of both institutions could be expanded to enable Massbay students to transfer to Olin without starting again in freshman year. Transfer students are required to start again in freshman year because Olin’s educational system is too distinct from traditional institutions for someone to just jump in midway. However, a MassBay student who has taken a good number of Olin classes might be able to transfer into second or third year right out of the gate. Olin typically loses a student or two in freshman year (99% retention rate still means one person leaves!), so this transfer student could take their place. 

Here are my thoughts around how a cross-registration agreement with MassBay could be reasonably arranged: 

Olin students would be allowed to take MassBay courses after the completion of their first year at Olin. Similarly, MassBay pre-engineering and pre-biology/chemistry/biotechnology students would be allowed to take Olin classes in their second year of enrollment as an upper-level elective. This way, both MassBay and Olin students would be incentivized to explore the offerings of their own institutions before branching out. 

Oliner credit distribution for courses taken at MassBay would be decided exactly the same as it is for other cross-registered courses. Olin classes taken by MassBay students would count for engineering or science elective credit. 

Olin students would have to arrange their own transportation to MassBay, and vice versa. This would be considerably simpler than with Brandeis—MassBay already supports its students in getting to the institution through Ubers and a shuttle, and it is also a reasonable-ish (20-30 minute) bike ride away. 

Olin would follow a compensation agreement for coursework similar to that which it has with the other members of the BBOW group.

I believe that an arrangement following these guidelines could absolutely be actionable and would enable students from both institutions to reap benefits. 

This article is something I’ve been mulling over for a few weeks, and I’d love to hear your opinions on it. If you have any thoughts about this idea, please feel free to find me around campus (I’m Sammy Socol; you can look me up in the student directory) or email me at ssocol@olin.edu.

*Two of Massbay’s offerings which I noted as personally interesting were their EMT course and their car mechanic training progression: if you understand how to fix something, you will have better knowledge of how to design it in the future. 

Escaping the Bubble

Hi friends! Do you not have a car? Do you struggle to convince your friends to get into Boston consistently? Do you hate Uber? Well worry not. As a senior, it’s my duty to tell you all about how to get off campus for cheap. These will primarily focus on getting into Boston, but most will get you to other places as well!

  • MWRTA Route 1 Bus – This bus runs 7 days a week and is free to ride! There’s a stop in Babson’s Knight Parking Lot that will take you to the Woodland Hills Green Line stop. It also goes to the Natick Mall and runs 5AM-9PM on weekdays and 8AM-5PM on weekends. You can find the schedule online.
  • Catch Connect – The Catch Connect is a shuttle that runs 7 days a week and will take you anywhere that’s local, including Trader Joe’s, the Woodland Hills Greenline stop, Commuter Rail stops, and more! It is also completely free to ride! It typically runs from 7AM-9PM on weekends, and 8AM-6PM on weekends (new this year!). You need to get the Catch App in order to call the Catch Connect.
  • Commuter Rails – The Commuter Rails are typically more expensive than the T ($7 vs. $2.40), but are faster and will take you directly into Boston. The best options are to bike to either the Wellesley Hills stop or the Needham Heights stop (or walk if you’re scared of biking like me). The Commuter Rail is typically open later than the two options above – you can find their schedules online.
  • The Senate Bus – This bus only runs Fridays and weekends, but it is much more convenient than the other options for getting into Boston. You can take the Senate Bus from Wellesley to Cambridge roundtrip for only $3 (cash only). Look up the Senate Bus schedule on Wellesley’s website. 
  • The Babson Shuttle Bus – This bus only runs Friday and Saturday afternoon/night. It goes from the Trim Lot directly to the Prudential Center and the Boston Common. It’s completely FREE, although it is technically for Babson students, so you need a one card (they’re checking this semester). The schedule can be found on the @babsonsga Instagram page.

Driving or Ubering to Eliot is always an option, but if you find yourself lacking in ways to get off-campus, hopefully this will help you get off Olin for cheap (or even free!). There are always plenty of things to do in Boston, but I enjoy doing work at the Boston Public Library, or walking around the Common and Cambridge when it’s nicer outside. It’s always a good idea to check if any interesting events are happening too! I’ve taken free dance classes at the Public Library, and use Joyraft (an app) to see if anything interesting is happening, including food festivals and vintage markets. Olin is awesome, but I encourage everyone to get out once in a while!

The Black Experience At Olin: One Year Review

Last February I made the difficult choice to share my pain and struggle with the Olin community through a Frankly Speaking article. While many people have seen the pain I’ve gone through for my writing, I am proud of my choice and proud that I continue to write and call attention to disgraceful behavior at my school.

After my first article, I was connected with other black Oliners who finally felt seen after all their time here. I have received emails from alumni thanking me for highlighting the racist shit they went through that no one would talk about. But there have been downsides—it is almost impossible for me to find people to team with me (‘cause who wants to work with the radical black girl?) Clubs at Olin now feel they can use me as their token black activist to “fix” their racism for them. 

Yet I still write, and I will continue writing this column until I graduate or Olin truly improves. Why do I do this despite the intense harm it does to my mental health and student career? 

Because I care about Olin.

This same thing happened in high school, but I never said anything because I saw that place as a stepping stone to greater things. I never said anything at past camps or jobs because those were temporary, and I didn’t like them that much anyway.

I love Olin. I love the professors who enjoy teaching and put so much care and effort into ensuring their students truly learn. I love the students who are endless bundles of intelligence, ingenuity, and creativity that give me hope for the future. I love the staff, from the shop assistants who never get mad at me for repeatedly needing help turning on machines, to the dining hall staff who smile at every student they see. I love the beautiful library where I always feel a sense of belonging due in large part to our kind and hardworking librarians. I love the project teams and the clubs and more. 

Because I love Olin, I will not allow it to be tarnished with prejudice and hate; for racist behaviors to fall through the cracks until they become truly engraved in the beliefs of this community. Olin was founded on the idea of “engineering for everyone,” and while we struggle to properly practice our promise, we can make sure that engineers with dark skin are included as respected and protected members of that “everyone.” So Oliners, you can avoid, hate me, call me hysterical, or choose to not believe me, but I am going to keep sharing stories, keep highlighting facts, and work to make Olin a better environment for all black people here, because I care. 

Ivy Reviews Olin Library Books #3

Fiction: A Memory Called Empire by Arkady Martine, 2019

Ambassador Mahit Dzmare of the independent artificial planet Lsel Station has been summoned to the heart of the Teixcalaan Empire. Her predecessor Yskander is dead, her mission is sabotaged, and the Empire is on the brink of a succession crisis. Armed only with a 15-year-old copy of Yskander’s personality implanted in her brain, as well as a lifelong adoration for Teixcalaanli culture and language, Mahit must convince Teixcalaan’s upper echelons—including the Emperor himself—that Lsel Station is more valuable as an ally than an annexation. By presenting readers with an unflinchingly intimate view of Teixcalaan through an outsider’s eyes, author Arkady Martine explores the pain of falling in love with the culture that’s devouring your own.

 In the Teixcalaanli language, the word for “city”, “empire”, and “civilization” are all the same. The language reflects the Teixcalaanlitzlim’s all-encompassing worldview: to be Teixcalaanli, and to be in the Empire, is to be a part of civilization. As a Stationer, Mahit is casually referred to as a “barbarian”. The novel’s Teixcalaanlitzlim characters aren’t overtly xenophobic, yet their linguistic and cultural assumption of superiority permeates every exchange that Mahit has. Similarly, in our own society, white individuals frequently perpetuate cultural racism through constant, implicit assertions of white supremacy in everyday life. By choosing to demonstrate Teixcalaanli exceptionalism as an ever-present shadow rather than one-off instances of cartoonish discrimination (as many sci-fi stories choose to do), Martine creates a rich and accurate depiction of how empires build national supremacy into their cultures.

To make matters worse for Mahit, her imago-machine—the brain implant that allows her to access Yskander’s out-of-date memories—is damaged. Instead of full communication with Yskander, Mahit only gets occasional flashes of his past emotions. On Lsel Station, every individual receives an imago-machine, which connects them to a storied history of prior Stationers’ personalities, skills, and experiences. By losing her connection to Yskander, Mahit is literally severed from Stationer culture and identity. Already surrounded by Teixcalaanli exceptionalism, Mahit’s loneliness reflects the real-world isolationism of individuals who are forced to conform to the culture of an empire that does not want them.

Martine does not use the word empire lightly—in fact, she holds a PHD in the topic: her dissertation discussed Byzantine agents operating in the Empire’s borderlands. Her expertise is what sets this novel apart from other space operas, which often utilize an off-the-shelf galactic federation, evil empire, or corporation to menacingly loom over the plot without actually introducing any nuance to the story. Martine does not absolve her empire of its sins; instead, she is honest about its contradictions. Teixcalaan’s power is both awe-inspiring and terrifying; its culture is both beautiful and encroaching. Similarly, nationalist isolationism lurks below Lsel Station’s fight for independence, and undercuts the efforts of Mahit and others to stabilize diplomatic relations. This sentiment too is realistic to real-world efforts to stave off cultural devouring—territories located near empires like the Byzantine Empire, America, and others fight bitterly to keep their local traditions alive, even at the cost of greater political stability.

At its core, A Memory Called Empire is a story with no villains. Martine demonstrates masterful worldbuilding by forcing the reader to view the story through both Teixcalaanli and Stationer perspectives, including how they view each other and themselves. Teixcalaan’s history of conquest is inseparable from its rich culture of storytelling, and the Teixcalaanlitzlim themselves are unable to separate their identity from the concept of culture itself. Lsel Station, on the other hand, is fiercely protective of its independent thought—from underground comic books that compete with Teixcalaan literature in Lsel’s popular culture, to the carefully guarded imago-technology that could lead to annexation if revealed to the Empire. As a result, a novel masquerading a spacefaring political intrigue reveals fascinating dialogue surrounding cultural exchange, assimilation, and national identity.