I walked into fourth grade on Groundhog Day of 2009, the first time I attended school in the United States. Unfamiliar with the three-story building, I waited in front of the main office until a student was sent to escort me to the classroom. The teacher explained to me that every Monday, the day began with language arts journal time. On that particular day, the journal prompt read “Write about an animal that could replace groundhogs on Groundhog Day."  There were...

I started drinking coffee as part of my evening routine at the age of seven. Everyday at 6:30pm, a cup of coffee with cold milk accompanied my grandmother, my sister, and I during dinner. In Honduras, coffee is a form of expression that is introduced at a young age. Each type of coffee carries its own significance and is associated with different situations. Café negro is for rushed mornings, late nights, and rainy days, when the sound of coffee brewing...

On the first Saturday of the Science Honors Program, my best-friend and I explored the Hungarian Pastry Shop on Amsterdam Avenue. As we rambled on about the experiences in our respective classes, we lost track of time until 2pm. The next bus home was at 2:30. Taking subway 1 to 42nd street takes around thirty minutes on Saturday afternoons, since the subway is crowded and traffic delays cause the train to stop frequently. The walk from Times Square Station to Port Authority...

For the past four years, I have spent five minutes of my business courses looking through the front page of Bloomberg. The objective is to identify what is on the market’s mind and how that translates to daily life. Lessons begin with a brief discussion of conclusions the class gathered. The key to this exercise is contextualizing to understand market psychology. Different economic indicators yield different conclusions, but some have larger impacts than others. The difficulty is not in...

My Favorite Coffees I wake up every weekday with a large cup of café negro. Though café negro is not my favorite, rushed mornings, late nights and rainy days are not complete without it. I wake up every weekend with café con leche and marble pound cake. Though most are exquisite, no Hispanic social gathering is complete without terrible café con leche paired with conversation and laughter between sips that will cause the coffee to be cold by the time...