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Growing with Google, an update

By miracle of miracles the Udacity/Google scholarship students in the four concurrent nanodegrees received happy news of another two week extension. The collective exhales by those of us who pulled multiple all-nighters while also going to regular jobs leading up to the November 14 deadline was felt rippling across the Grow With Google Slack channels. We now have until November 30.*

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Growing (slowly) with Google

There’s something about squandering your time that makes you realize that you’re probably not cut out for the pro-leagues of life. And by that, I mean having ambitions and aspirations and actualizing them. Or, in my case, not quite actualizing anything. Only half-assing them and feeling “okay” enough about having “tried” to accomplish something.

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Childhood Nostalgia in A Quiet Place

This essay may contain spoilers. We humans are a noisy a-f bunch. In the first few days since I watched John Krasinski’s A Quiet Place in theaters, I couldn’t help but wince at every sound I made: the clackity-clack of the keyboard while I typed this, the glassware clanging when I put them away, and the cascading swoosh of the water as it flowed over my hands in the sink. It’s all… so… noisy! I

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The Dreams We Control

“We gained control of many things. But we had to let go of others.” ― Lois Lowry, The Giver We’re taught from an early age that our future is what we make of it. We can be whatever we want to be, and we can do whatever we want to do. This dream is instilled in us at such an impressionable young age that even when we break through the illusion as adults, we continue to cling to

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Would’ves and Could’ves

I felt happy. A little distracted but happy nonetheless as I sat with my mentee during a senior send-off event earlier this week in East Harlem. I never doubted her abilities to graduate from high school or to get accepted into college. No, it was something else that made me happy as I sat on the dust-smeared, plastic chair in the blue-draped room, the school’s primary color washed under the bright white fluorescents. Whatever challenges

Vulnerability, No. 2 the art of the ask

If we were having coffee… I’d tell you that I’ve fallen down a slight slump of depression since our last coffee chat. I thought the first week of being unemployed was rough (it was) but the second week was a strange mishmash of staring at my wall art and stomach illness.

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