To many teens and young adults in suburban America, having your own car and drivers license is a rite of passage. It’s a sign of trust from your parents that you are capable of being on your own. Having the license was more than enough for some people. Being given the keys to the family car to go hang out with your friends was a big deal. Then having your own car made you your own adult.

I know that a drivers’ license and a car isn’t the “end-all-be-all” that I once thought it was. When I went off to college and made do with my situation of being car-less, I was more than capable of being able to navigate on my own. If anything, it taught me to manage my own time better by considering commute times and bus schedules. But to be able to define where and when I can go is so freeing.

This probably isn’t what my dad thinks, however. A few weeks ago he received knee surgery and has pretty much been unable to walk on his own. He’s gotten better, but it’s not to the point that he’s able to make his own food and whatnot. It’s hard for him to support his weight on one leg, something I’m able to do. And so when he found out that I bought the car, I could feel that there was a part of him that wished he was there when I signed the papers.

The last couple of days has been him reminding me about insurance, my registration, and cleaning my car. As of writing, I spent all afternoon and evening yesterday washing and cleaning all of the cars at the house. I knew he was trying to instill the habit in me, even long before telling me that’s what he was doing. I could tell that he wanted to fix my mistakes.

He was also speed-buying as many accessories as he could off Amazon before I went off to Ithaca. I was going to get them myself, but I did appreciate he was doing them all for me. That’s when it clicked for me. Cars were part of my dad’s identity, a man who could have only dreamed of having the life he did today.

That’s the interesting thing about losing yourself. You are still physically in the realm, but the mental spirit gets taken away when it happens. I don’t think you lose yourself on your own. Someone or something took it away from you. And that’s what happened when my dad went on his leg surgery.

I’ll forever be grateful for what my family has done for me here. Let’s hope that I don’t lose myself without them.

I was with my aunts, grandma, and sister on this outing, the lakwatseras of the house. After a nice morning and afternoon at the mall, it was time to lock in and get some groceries before getting dinner. The first thing my aunt noticed when getting a cart from the usual cart tent was a screen that said something about a computer bug. I didn’t think much of it and thought it was one of her usual yap moments. Then we walked into the grocery store and saw the carts right in front of the produce section. At this point, my other aunt, sister, and I just knew we had to try shopping with this cart.

At first glance, there was nothing new that this cart had to offer to us. A streamlined design, a cup holder, and nice handles. All standard cart features. That’s where the similarities between your everyday shopping cart and this new cart ended. Called Caper Carts, these shopping carts were so advanced that even I was bewildered. (And I was the techie of the house!) As mentioned earlier, these carts had barcode scanners, cameras, and even a weigh scale as part of its design! But before I talk about how we inadvertently stress tested this, let’s talk about who the hell Caper is.

Caper Carts are a subsidiary of grocery delivery behemoth Instacart. You might recognize that name from social media posts about their male shoppers, or the pickup section of your local grocery store that has their logo of a carrot. Beyond their service as a marketplace for shoppers to get their groceries delivered, Instacart also has a slew of products for almost anything related to the grocery store industry. Health benefits to employees, ad sales, business accounts; if a business needs it, Instacart probably has it.

The carts are part of Instacart’s Enterprise product suite. If a company was already part of the Instacart marketplace, the company could further integrate Instacart into their workflows with supply chain management, shelf labeling, and yes, smart shopping carts. As mentioned earlier, these smart carts were kitted out in cameras. Two inside the cart to act as barcode scanners, and one camera on the left and right side of the cart. While consumers may be unclear on what the cameras on the outside are for, the cameras can be used by stores to check stock on shelves in tandem with the location sensors attached to the carts.

That’s right. These carts are not only kitted out with cameras, but also GPSs! Yes, what a society we live in. Where even your shopping carts can be a data point for advertisers. And Instacart does not try to hide this. Any and every physical feature these carts have are heavily promoted on their website, including the cameras and location sensors, especially as they are powered by Nvidia’s own AI. But what was it like to actually use this thing? And do the AI features come across as creepy?

The first challenge that Caper Carts faced was learning how this thing worked. Caper was successful in that sense with introductory videos that played as you took the cart out of its base station. After those videos, the cart prompted the user to sign in to their loyalty program with their phone number. Simple enough onboarding process, right? Getting started is the simplest part, and that’s ultimately what this thing is designed for. Simplicity and convenience. By the time our grocery run was over, everything was bagged up and ready to get loaded into the car.

Walking through the grocery store felt like a breeze with this thing. To be able to wave an item in front of my cart and for it to already be scanned was nothing short of convenient. My favorite ability that the carts have is its inability to go crazy when the scale’s weight is inaccurate to what it should be. The ability for the scale to know when there are bags being rearranged was a small but important feature I didn’t know I wanted. It wasn’t until I remembered every time I had to call someone for help whenever I used the self-checkout counter prior because it would go crazy if I didn’t put the item on the scale 0.01 seconds after scanning it.

However, that simplicity and convenience can backfire. When my aunt was rearranging the products in our bags, the barcode scanners accidentally scanned an item that was already scanned. Thankfully, it was just as easy to remove the item as it was to scan. Additionally, it takes longer than I would have liked for the scale to measure out produce if it was manually added in via the tablet.

The main interface between the user and the products was a decently-sized tablet right up by the bars to hold onto the cart. As we walked through the grocery store, it would make beeps and boops and flash various coupons depending on where we were in the store or the last few items we scanned. The first time a coupon flashed on the screen, it was both creepy and a little cool. Cool in the sense that the carts are able to do that, creepy in the sense of “oh, this thing knows my location at all times while I’m using this thing.” After a while, the noises became quite incessant as we moved through the aisles and the sections of the store. While Instacart markets these features as “gamification,” it becomes more of a nuisance as you’re shopping. (Which appears to be the point? As Instacart also has “faster turnarounds” as a marketing point? Big Tech in legacy spaces is weird.)

By the time we needed to check out came along, things only soured from there. Caper and Instacart have different configurations of their carts regarding payment. According to their promo images, some carts can have a payment terminal built in, but the particular store I was at didn’t have that. Instead, I had to have an employee check my cart before going into the self-checkout lane and pay there instead. From what I could make out, there was an app that the employee needed to look through to make sure what we had in our carts was accurate. After the employee said we were good, a barcode was generated on the tablet screen to scan at self-checkout.

In theory, there would have been an employee roaming around the grocery store to be able to assist us, especially to review our carts. After all, these things had a GPS system, so staff would be able to track carts. In practice, it was a waiting game to see if someone would come to us. After about five or so minutes of no one coming, we ended up approaching self-checkout and asked the employee there to help us. She was chill and able to get us on with our day, but if the whole point of these carts were to be convenient enough to skip the line at checkout, why did we still need to go to checkout? Questions upon questions.

The Caper Carts were a novelty that broke the day-to-day of typical grocery shopping. A new cart that showed up seemingly out of nowhere with these bells and whistles? Of course that’d be intriguing to shoppers! That’s who I was when I saw these carts. But the experience of actually using the carts felt more like a tech demo for what they could do instead of being able to do the job. It’s “it factor” is in its convenience, but maybe there might be such a thing as too convenient. Not to mention the bright colors and sounds that come with coupons, the disconnect between expectations from Instacart and the reality of grocery shopping, and ultimately who these things are targeted at.

The Caper Carts are marketed as the ultimate form of convenience for shoppers. Everything that a shopper would need to shop would be on-device. Customers wouldn’t need to bring the weekly circular, find a kiosk, or check their phones for coupons and discounts. It would show up on device based on what the shopper might need at that moment. Customers wouldn’t need to wait in line for someone to scan and bag their items and pay at the register. They could pay right from the pre-bagged cart that’s ready to get loaded into the car. But all of this comes at a cost for customers.

It should be obvious as to why technology that uses location and optical recognition can be bad for privacy concerns. Instacart advertises this technology to increase sales by promoting deals right in front of the user. But should a data leak happen from either the grocery store or Instacart, the link between a user and its data could not be any more clearer. Loyalty accounts are tied to phone numbers, and with every metric that a store has, it can be sold to data brokers for top dollar.

Now, do I think that there is a time and place for the Caper carts? Yes, absolutely. But there’s also something to consider: who gets access to these carts? While ShopRite as a whole is a recognizable brand, the brand is technically a franchise. My local ShopRite isn’t owned by the people who own the ShopRite that these carts are available. And knowing what I know, they both serve certain clienteles that don’t necessarily have the best history.

What Instacart is doing is something worth keeping an eye on. With most stores offering self-scanning as part of the self-checkout experience, the Caper carts are the next evolution in that experience. Yet the carts are doing too much, too fast. The carts are powered by AI, link and collect your data in brazen ways, and are still prone to error, all while still relying on humans to prevent theft. If I were in that room when these carts were pitched, I would’ve started small with just having the carts and scanners inside the cart. No need for the cameras that face outwards, honestly.

Okay, sappy bullshit time over. Let’s get onto more sappy bullshit.

As of writing this final reflection [November 28, 2025], I have two more days with Toy Soldier Films: December 2nd and December 3rd. The time with the company has gone by faster than I ever imagined, and the fact I was in the office for two days a week didn’t help. At the same time, I’m grateful for how fast this semester has gone by. I can’t imagine leaving Toy Soldier Films, but I have to move on from this at some point. For many, an internship is just a foot in the door. Mine was, but it was also a symbol of perseverance. That I could make it in this industry. That there is more to media than just news, sports, and entertainment. That I did put my foot in the door, just not in the country I thought that door was in.

Growing up, I never thought that I’d be in this position. In a household like mine, the arts was just not there as an option. As an extracurricular that can get me into a good school with a nice engineering program? That was okay. As an actual career path? Absolutely not. Even when I was in high school applying for magnet schools in my district, my parents tried to talk me down from applying to the performing arts school because they heard horror stories of people never making it in the industry. I knew where my parents and family were coming from. When they were growing up, they lived in the slums of Manila, cramped in a small house and lived off what little money their parents made and the remittances the family who “made it” out abroad sent back. (Okay, I’m exaggerating, but it was just not a good time to be in the Philippines in the 70s and 80s to keep it short.)

Point is, I was the first generation. To be fully Americanized, to experience a (relatively) stress-free life. I didn’t have to worry about food on the table, I didn’t have to worry about getting a job young to support my family, all I had to worry about was studying, getting a good job, and maintaining the life I have right now. I didn’t even know my parents were taking on loans to keep me in school until my dad brought it up off-handed! That’s how much they want me locked in on my studies. Even with this work placement, they were hesitant on paying for the application fee and visa because they were worried it’d get in the way of my classes. And I’ll be honest, I felt that way too coming into this work placement.

The first week I walked into the Toy Soldier Films office, I knew that it was going one of two ways: it would be either the best experience of my life and I’ll forever be indebted to Will and George for taking me on, or it’d be the worst experience of my life and I’d be looking for an Etsy witch to curse the company while waiting for my flight back home from Heathrow Airport. Thankfully, this experience ended up being the former, but not for the reasons I thought.

If the point of a work placement is to learn about working in the industry through experience, this was 100% a learning experience, just not in terms of hard skill. Most people in my major back on home campus already are proficient in the things we learn at school, so Ithaca pretty much ends up becoming a four-year networking event. For the people who aren’t proficient at things, Ithaca becomes four years of consistent imposter syndrome because everyone else around you has been doing the thing you’re just now learning far longer than you have. This did a number on my mindset, attitude, and social interactions with my classmates for a hot minute (and sometimes still does) because I felt like I had to always play catch-up.

While I was grateful and mentioned my internship to some people back in Ithaca, something just clicked in me when I landed in London that told me, “You don’t have to tell people about it. Do the work, and the results will speak for themselves. It worked in Ithaca, so it’s going to work here.” And for once, I took my own advice. I didn’t immediately go on LinkedIn and boast it to the world, I didn’t run to the classmates I looked up to about this work placement when they have like 500 internships that are them broadcasting minor league baseball games, and I sure as hell put the work in if I was able to bring a TikTok account and YouTube channel from 0 to almost 1k in three months.

That’s what I really learned from this whole experience. The technical skills were a plus, but the meat of this work placement was discretion. Going from an environment where everyone is trying to be the next big thing to an environment where people are secure enough to say they’re already successful helped me realize that success isn’t defined by how recognizable your face or your voice is, but it’s defined by what you define it as. If success means starting a YouTube channel from scratch and hitting 1,000 subscribers in three months, then that’s success! If success means consistently using a piece of software that always intimidated you, then that’s success!

Working for Toy Soldier reframed the metrics for success. While I still do everything in my life for my family, how I approach that and what a good result looks like is now something that I’m in control over. In a similar vein, I still look for validation and approval from my peers, but it’s so much easier to just not think all the time. This past semester forced me to grow in ways that staying in Ithaca just would not have happened, and would have kept me trapped in that mindset. If not for Toy Soldier, I would not be as skilled or as matured as I am now.

I know I dropped the ball with those bi-weekly updates on Substack, but could you really blame me for trying to explore a brand new city that’s at my fingertips? Semester recap incoming, but thanks for reading if you made it this far.

It’s the least I could do for them. I mean, they’re the ones paying for me to go abroad anyway. And this kinda stuff isn’t cheap. The average cost of a study abroad program for a single semester is between $7,000 and $15,000 according to NerdWallet. Again, average. So many factors go into study abroad, like location, the provider, affiliation with the school, and the types of experiences that might cost extra. It’s a hell of a bill to cover, but that’s just the unfortunate reality.

I wish my tuition for this coming semester was that low. It would’ve saved me a ton of money that can just go to my daily living expenses. But enough about me. I don’t want to think about my tuition any more or else I’ll start crying writing this.

My family, like many people, are immigrants. That’s a fact. No denying it. I, like many people, am a child of immigrants. That too is a fact. I am also first-generation Americans. That’s (supposedly) a fact.1 No matter where I go, I and my family will be the “other” people. There’s no denying that we won’t look like the crowd we’re in except back where my family moved from: the Philippines.

This isn’t going to be about feeling disconnected from your culture and heritage and from the environment you’re growing up in. Lord knows there’s enough of that from children of immigrants on the Internet. There’s another thing that comes with being a child of immigrants, especially if one or neither of your parents or other people in your family didn’t become a citizen of the country they live in…

You know it. You love it. Drumroll please!

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The dreaded visa appointment.

For as long as I can remember, I would accompany my mom to her visa appointments on the weekends and after I got home from school. It’s only more recently that I can actually remember specific details like going into the city, waiting in a bland waiting room while she talks to an employee behind an acrylic wall, and then getting ice cream (or go shopping like we did for her last appointment).

There’s a sterile feeling that comes to these kinds of bureaucratic activities for the regular person. The DMV often comes to mind. The last time I was physically in a DMV office I was in this gray building with linoleum flooring in a chair three feet away every any other chair waiting for at least three hours before hearing my number called up.

After my name got called up, I went to a clerk from across an acrylic screen under a slip with a little tray between the screen to give to them. And heaven forbid you forget something either, or else you have to come back another day or pray that there’s an open appointment just a few hours later. (True story, happened to my aunt.)

Since I grew up, I stopped accompanying my mom to these appointments. I had school, work, a life outside of my own family for once. I do miss the days of sitting at the consulate with my mom and then getting lunch to get for the family at home, but a lot of the memories I associate with that include simply sitting in a gray box for three hours. Honestly, I don’t remember what I did to keep myself entertained before smartphones were mainstream and I got an iPhone in middle school.

Still, it’s a core part of my childhood and relationship with travel. Every trip outside the U.S. would include my mom being held up in a separate line from the rest of us (or my dad forced me and my sister to join my mom while the rest of my family used the fancy e-Gates at some airports). I can’t lie, I didn’t really understand why we all had to be together. I guess I would’ve looked suspicious if you saw this little kid walking up to the immigration counter if you were an immigration officer, but this kept going on until I was an adult. I remember seeing side-eyes from the officer who processed us when I was like 15 and taller than both my parents.

Either way, there’s this demoralizing feeling that comes from crossing through immigration, even when you’re coming back home. You can’t look too jittery or else you look suspicious, but then you can’t look too calm or else they’ll question why you’re so calm. It’s a damned if you do, damed if you don’t. There’s an edge to immigration officers that only come from working in public service like that. It’s weird.

Travel is always going to be a big part of my life. I have family in the Philippines, dreams of visiting countries I never knew existed, and I just have places to be. And if that means the little inconvenience that comes from having a bad first impression of the country you’re in from the airport, then so be it.

So, what gives?

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Everything Gives.

Growing up, I had an active mind. I was a studious fool, proficient in the arts, and felt this pressure to make something out of my life. I knew in the back of my mind that success was the goal. How to be successful? Not important. As long as I achieved in life, that’s what mattered.

That’s not to say I had a rough upbringing that drove me to this mindset. Two loving parents and a very involved extended family made for a strong community. I knew that I had people I could rely on. Just that those people had expectations for what my life should look like.

The expectations of the people in my life weren’t necessarily high. More like... specific. My family dreamed of sending me back to the Philippines and to study engineering. With that engineering degree I’d give them a great life at a condo in the wealthy part of Manila. My teachers thought I’d be my generation’s next big thing in music (my band director) or writing (my AP Lit teacher). Shoutout to them, though. Mr. Hamilton and Mrs. Mangarella, y’all were real ones.

Fast forward to now, and I feel that my mind has chilled down. There’s a focus that came with accepting that my life is so different from how I thought it would be. I’m grateful that this journey has come to a brief stop, but now it’s about to push forward again.

What’s New This Time?

I’m a rising junior at Ithaca College about to study abroad in London for the Fall 2025 semester. A far departure from engineering in the Philippines. This semester is about restoration, art appreciation, and exploring who I am outside the confines of a liberal arts college campus

There’s a common saying that college is a bubble. It’s an ironic statement considering that college is meant to expand your horizons and challenge your notions and all the other marketing that schools push on you. Study abroad is one of those weird exceptions where you’re put into the same environment, but with completely different people.

That’s what I’m trying to seek out. And you can come along.

What’s in it For You?

You’ve made it this far, so you’ve got a good idea of what this place is. “Deep” thoughts, “sarcastic” writing, and good photography. But if you are more curious what’s in it for you, imagine this:

• Bi-weekly thoughts from my mess of a brain on tech, K-Pop, and life in England. Think of it like a long text from your friend when they have REALLY good tea.

• Photographic series from my travels while in London.

Starting small is the best way to stay sustainable, and that’s how I think life is meant is to be enjoyed. So come for the attention-grabbing headlines, stay for the kid inside the man behind the keyboard who didn’t think their life meant anything.

Going to the library for a summer event was one of my first tastes of community. I remember getting my first library card quite vividly. My mom got a handout that I brought home from elementary school one day and it was promoting a summer event for kids. Being a 6yo whose home life mostly consisted of cleaning the house with my dad, I begged my mom to go with me and take me. I went to the summer event and the librarian convinced me to get my first library card.

Looking back, I didn’t use the library enough. My family couldn’t fathom the idea of me being on my own out in the world. I mean, I had my family at home. What other community would I need? But the years of not having the choice festered into how I’d eventually become a homebody and wouldn’t go out at all for the most part.

I think that was the trick all along. Having the choice to go out whenever I wanted. Now that I have that choice, I don’t take advantage of it enough. But hey, maybe once the new library is 100% moved-in, maybe it’ll be the third space I dreamed of. (Maybe with a cup of coffee from Dunkin’ of course.)

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My grandpa used to be a speechwriter for the Philippine military during the WWII era. He would research things about the enemy, happenings around the country, and put it into a speech for whoever the head honcho was that day. It’s similar to what I’m doing at school right now. Researching the news and writing up a neat little reader for the anchor to present on air. Also like me, he went to school for journalism.

I never really knew him. He died before I was born. My family would recall him being strict back in the Philippines and how that didn’t change much as he grew old. Ultimately, he died just before he could see his first grandchild: me. None of his children went into the media like he did. They all did what they could to make it out of the Philippines to America.

The first thing my family told me when I said I was going to school for what I’m doing is that I’m going the path of my lolo. I didn’t know he was also a journalist, but it was cool that we’re going back to the basics now. I didn’t give it much thought until these past few weeks.

Whenever I’m down, I wonder what my lolo would think of me if he knew what I was doing. I’m a semi-successful DJ, a hard-working student, and a leader to people. I’m sure he’d be proud of me, but then there’s the part that I wonder if he’d still see me the same if he knew who I liked.

I don’t like to think of that whenever I see a white butterfly. They were a sign that I was on the right path and to keep going, even if it seems scary. I think it’s his way of looking out for me and making sure I take care of myself. He knows what it’s like being a creative, so I take his advice.

Bye bye little butterfly.

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It’s a funny term. “Communications school.” The one program that’s ragged on at other schools is our flagship program next to musical theatre and physical therapy, but the name itself still just as vague here as it is in most places in America. We have everything from film and TV to journalism and advertising. Anything that involves communicating something to another, we probably have it.

To the average person this doesn’t sound like something to be concerned over. After all, it’s not like it’s my life now? It’s going to be my life in the future!

Which is exactly why I’m concerned. The culture at a communications school kind of teaches you that this is going to be your life and you better get used to it. The same peers you’re cracking cold ones with at that one apartment party you met at is going to be the same person giving you the news at home on your TV before you go to work at a small production company.

Communications school is more than just learning how people communicate. It’s film school, journalism school, and then some all in one place. There’s not many places that do it like communications schools, but the fact that it’s my life now and potentially my life forever is a little... yeah.

I mean, I’m not that concerned, but it’s a valid thought to have when everyone is inexperienced, including yourself. How do you know that what you’re listening is correct if you don’t bother? But at the same time, you don’t have that much time anyway because it all goes to extracurriculars and studying.

It’s probably a me problem if we’re being honest. After all, most of those people get their news through AP ENPS anyway.

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This week I was at my therapist and he told me that any time I speak he hears a guy in his fifties and not a twenty-something. I think that finally set me off. To be free from the pressures of academia and to actually start living my life. I’m not a student who’s a person sometimes. I’m a person who just so happens to be a student.

Whenever I scroll through the #studyblr tag I’m bombarded by aesthetic study spaces and regiments of people with some of the strongest discipline in them. It’s an achievement and aspiration, really. All of these people with such strict self-imposed schedules. I’m not here to yuck someone’s yum, but is that even marginally healthy? If it works then it works, but we just gotta think about it for a second.

Tangent aside, I used to want to be that kind of person. The one who was locked in 25/8/720. Yet it was so destructive that it changed my relationships with people as I entered college.

I think this is a long-winded way for me to say that I need go out more. But me so eepy :((((

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Man, sophomore. Weird word in the way we categorize high school and college. Freshman kind of makes sense because you’re fresh on campus, so does senior because you’re the top of the ladder in terms of students. Junior and sophomore feel like they should be switched for some reason. I remember being so hung up on it back in high school, but now it feels like another word to me. A reminder that I only have so much time here to make something worth it.

That’s another thing too. Everyone tells you that you have the time to make something of yourself, but it never feels like you do have the time? And when you do, you don’t really know what to do with it. I’ve been struggling with that for a while. We only have so much of it, but everyone from upperclassmen to your professors and even your friends tell you that you have enough of it. It never feels like there’s enough time in the world. Or maybe I just have really bad time management skills.

In other news (you get the joke? I’m in journalism school.) I had my auditions for the news department of the student TV station on campus. I think I took it a bit too personally when I choked, but at the end of the day it’s college TV. I have my opportunities in the future. Radio also started up again this week, and my show is starting up next Saturday! I have so much planned in store for that show and I can’t wait to show you guys.

I have a lot planned for the year. It’s just a matter of it getting out of that phase. I’m kind of dreading the school year, but I’m also excited for it too. Let’s see what it brings for the both of us.

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I’m back home for the summer and in a few days I’ll be going back up to school. Yes, there have been moments both here and there that make me question staying, but in my heart I know it’s worth it to experience the lows in order to experience the highs. At the same time, I feel so relieved to be back home and not have to stress about grades, friends, and keeping up in the rat race. It’s such a relief to not have to think those things.

There’s also the feeling of not being here long enough. I don’t regret many things like choosing where I go to school, but I do regret not reconnecting with anyone and having meaningful connections to look back on. This past summer has felt like such a blur and it’s like I never got to do anything.

Obviously, the vacation has to end at some point, and I’m glad I did so I don’t feel like this any longer. But the cold feet still lingers behind as I leave for another year and grow distant from the community I grew up in.

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The days of blogging as I once knew it are long gone. Social media replaced forums, newsletter platforms replaced self-hosted blogs, and above all else, the internet stopped being intimate. So much of the internet’s day-to-day takes place on Instagram and Twitter (I refuse to call it “X”) or Slack and Google Drive. No matter where you are in the world, there’s at least someone online doing something.

It’s high time I put my foot down and step away from the mess. Be more intentional with how I use platforms. And that starts with going back to the beginning. And blogging.

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Every year, Ithaca College’s Department of Chemistry sends students to the American Chemical Society (ACS) conference to gain experience with research and networking opportunities. This year, Becky Craig, assistant professor in the Department of Chemistry, said she took 13 students to the conference, the most she has ever taken during her three years at the college.

While New York may have the third-largest chemical manufacturing industry in the U.S., Louisiana became the temporary hub of chemistry with the ACS’ annual conference from March 17–21. ACS is one of the largest organizations for the chemical industry in the U.S.

The college offers a Bachelor of Science degree in chemistry that is accredited by the ACS, certifying the program as a rigorous curriculum that aligns with industry standards.

Craig said that for students who are majoring or minoring in chemistry, the annual conference acts as exposure to the world of chemistry beyond what the college has to offer. For graduating seniors and other students working on research, the ACS conference offers them a chance to present the research that they have been working on.

“It’s just a great place where anyone who is involved in some aspect of chemistry — whether it’s students, professors, researchers, companies that make instrumentation or funding agencies — [to] come together and just learn about what’s happening in the community and make connections,” Craig said. “All of the students that go are presenting [research] that they have done. And a lot of them are seniors, so it’s kind of their senior capstone project that they’re presenting.”

Craig mentioned the appeal of the ACS conference as a networking opportunity for students to think about post-graduate opportunities in academia or the chemical industry.

“If they’re interested in grad school, there’s a lot of programs … at the conference where they can learn about the different disciplines and research topics and things that are available for continuing in grad school,” Craig said. “If they want to go into industry, they can learn about different job opportunities and things like that. It’s a big networking event.”

ACS Fellow Lynn Hogue said via email that ACS is one of the world’s largest organizations for scientific professionals in chemistry, but it is also more than just a conference.

“[ACS] is not just an industry event,” Hogue said. “All types of chemists from academia, industry, government [and] testing labs attend. … Every type of chemistry and field is represented. No matter what the student’s interest, they will find something for them at an ACS meeting.”

As a former educator, Hogue said she recommended her students to visit the conference for networking and to connect with industry professionals and academics.

At ACS, talks by leaders from the industry and in academia were presented, including sessions specifically for undergraduate students that might go into graduate school. According to Hogue, over 900 research projects were presented at this year’s ACS conference, all of them by undergraduate students.

For students like sophomore Rishabh Sen, the conference brought up an exciting opportunity for him to present his research. Sen said the benefits of presenting were being able to communicate and consolidate their learning to others.

“It forced me to be able to learn how to communicate effectively and efficiently to a larger audience,” Sen said. “It’s something that [professionals need to do] in academics, in both the natural sciences and information sciences … across years in their careers, so it was a really good stepping stone for that.”

Back on South Hill, the college provides opportunities to conduct and present research with classes in research methodology for students, independent study in classes or through the annual Whalen Symposium each spring for students who are not required to perform research as part of their degree program.

Some programs within the School of Humanities & Sciences and School of Health Science and Human Performance require students to undertake a research project, as is the case for the Department of Physical Therapy.

John Winslow, associate professor in the Department of Physical Therapy, said he believes that the implementation of research into the curriculum allows students to apply what they learn in the classroom to real-world settings.

“Within all the departments, they have a research component because a lot of the programs within HSHP are clinical, so students are taught evidence-based practices,” Winslow said.

Winslow explained that the department has what is called “clinical experiences” where students go out to local clinics and apply what they have learned in the classroom.

Students in the six-year clinical doctorate are expected to write a case report in their sixth year that highlights a case they have worked on during their fifth-year clinical. Students also have the option to take on a research project with a faculty adviser that starts in their fifth year and continues into their sixth year.

However, research is not required in all STEM-related programs to graduate. For the Department of Physics and Astronomy, research is strongly encouraged but not required.

Luke Keller, professor in the Department of Physics and Astronomy, said professors often reach out to students to think about research as early as their first year.

“We encourage students to interview faculty or have meetings with faculty, where the faculty explain what they do, and see if the students are interested,” Keller said.

In the Department of Physics and Astronomy, students are then offered to sign up for a research class that ranges between half a credit to four credits.

In many academic departments, research is stressed to be important to the advancement of these fields at the college. Keller said undergraduate students benefit from pursuing research as topics can line up with what is being taught in classes, and also because it strengthens the relationship between a faculty adviser and student.

“They’re performing science,” Keller said. “They’re doing science instead of learning about it in the classroom setting, or even in a lab setting. …They’re applying all those skills and academic lessons to something where they’re actually helping learn something new. It’s what they will do as professional scientists and engineers when they graduate.”