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My die-hard Star Trek passion is well known to those who have ever had a conversation with me or read one of my previous columns in The Lowell.
Life is unpredictable. For some, such uncertainty is terrifying. Four years ago, when I was an incoming freshman, I had no idea what I was getting into when I accepted my admission to Lowell.
Maybe you have seen me and my egg (white on the outside, Asian on the inside) of a hubby walking around the hallway.
Like a day at the amusement park, my high school experience was a long, tiring trip that would have been disappointing without my two best friends.
“What the hell did people do before the Internet?” I asked my friend one night as we sat on my bed, both scrolling through our smartphones.
The 90’s had AOL, the turn of the millennium had MySpace, and my generation focuses on Facebook and SparkNotes, with Big Brother ads, live-streams, and somewhat boring (but for some reason capturing) high-definition video games.
