Sarah Holbrook
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An Ode to my First Supporter
I’ve been working on my PhD in Biomedical Sciences for the past 3 and a half years. It’s been some of the most rewarding and tumultuous years of my life. I have been working in the lab of my dreams on neuromuscular degenerative diseases. The scientists and friends I’ve made along the way have continued to motivate me and support me through all of life’s hardballs, but they weren’t my first support group. My family and community from northern Maine were the first to develop my wonder and work ethic which culminated into my dream of becoming a scientist. This is where the tumultuous part comes in. In the last year, I lost 3 grandparents. In February of 2020, I lost my older brother to a freak flu that led to sepsis and brain damage. I have also lost several loved ones from my community who nurtured me and allowed me to grow.
By Sarah Holbrook3 years ago in Families
On and Off the Phone
If you’re anything like me, Covid has sucked me into the depths of my phone. Between doom scrolling and fantasizing when I’ll be able to see friends again, I’ve been trying to distract myself. At first, I thought I was trying to distract myself from the volatile political landscape or the restrictions Covid has placed on our lives. However, I found myself hooked to social media to get the latest news which only served to feed into my worries and fears. Even after recognizing that my phone wasn’t necessarily my friend, I still found myself peeking at my screen to get the latest updates from Facebook or the newest headline from the New York Times. This article is how I transformed my phone to a tool and how I’ve used it to keep sane throughout this pandemic.
By Sarah Holbrook3 years ago in Motivation
Section 2B
I have been with my expedition team as a student intern for several months now. We've been locating and excavating sites all along North America to study the cultures of the past. At our latest dig, we were able to uncover the better part of a wooden house. This was an especially rare find, as wood would have typically decomposed by now, but the sands were able to preserve an amazing amount of the interior and a portion of the exterior. I was assigned to section 2B, which contained a partially collapsed wall where sand ebbed into the corner of the room. As I brushed away sand and took note of the wall's construction, I noticed a sliver of green metal interceding the wooden panels and concrete. I guided my hands along the wall, applying pressure until one of the panels slid, and I was able to see inside. This appeared to be a safe or lockbox of some kind, but it had no gears, no key holes, no combination lock, nothing preventing me from opening it and examining its contents.
By Sarah Holbrook3 years ago in Futurism