In the summer of 2006, I came to the East Coast for the first time with my family. My parents decided we were going to rent a car and go road tripping through Pennsylvania and make our way to NYC. My grandpa loves history and decided he wanted to come with. Days into our little road trip, we got lost in Pennsylvania. This …

I never thought I would ever call New York home. Growing up on the sun-soaked shores of Miami, I had decided at an early age that the city with its crowded streets and endless concrete jungle would be a place in which I would only consider myself a tourist. The idea of home itself is interesting. Some people might say …

“There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.” – Antonin Artaud, 1896-1948 In order to be truly great at something, at anything, you have to give in to a certain amount of madness. A lot …

As we reach the midpoint of the summer, once unfamiliar surroundings, schedules, and programming have become habitual and akin to routine (however still interspersed with plenty of surprise). I feel as if this is an opportune moment to reflect upon my experience thus far, as well as to note particular positive changes I have undergone due to MSBA and the …

The month of June has flown by, which means that MSBA programming is at its halfway point. Throughout this journey, I and the 26 other MSBA participants have survived a night out in NYC together, ridden the hot dog in style at Luke’s lake house, dripped sweat at the Yankees v. Red Sox game, and continue to ask the most …