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The past year felt like a voyage through space. My concept of time collapsed into streams of endless darkness. Everything felt stagnant, like I was floating weightlessly, charging towards a black hole.


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I’ve always hated riding rollercoasters. I hate the exact moment when the cart pauses at the peak of the ride — I would cover my eyes and wait for the ride to be over. I don’t mind the height or speed, but I hate not knowing what turn or slope will come next. The anticipation made me anxious.


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Dear B—


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The past months have been a catalyst for innovation. Schools are reimagining how they deliver content. We’re debating on the true worth of degrees. Vulnerable students are struggling to enroll (and remain enrolled). Schools cannot face these challenges alone.


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I spent hours deciding what book to read today. The pragmatist in me wanted to pick a technical book — perhaps on business strategy or on computer science. The educator in me wanted to pick a book on psychology. The human in me yearned to take a step into fantasy and history.


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One common pattern I’ve found in the cycle of innovation is its movement between the unbundling and re-bundling of services. In unbundling, companies pick apart generalist services (Craigslist) and excel at specific verticals (AirBNB, Reddit, Tinder). Once these players become dominant, they can re-bundle and be a one-stop shop (Amazon).


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The last time I travelled was five months ago, from an empty airport in San Francisco. Life was fast back then — I moved homes six times in the last fifteen months out of necessity. I chased expiring lease after expiring lease, making timeline adjustments as travel dates got delayed.


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I saw some teenagers bunched together in a McDonald’s the other day. They were sitting side-by-side, maskless, staring at their cellphones. They sat on the empty car lot and looked at the screen with glaring intensity.

The last few months have left students in lower income households disconnected.

Even pre-COVID, only a third…


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Outside — I hear a drizzle. It’s rain
or that’s what I think, I’ve forgotten
how it feels to be soaked and shivering.
It’s outside, after all. It doesn’t matter.
Inside, every weather feels the same.


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There was a stirring emptiness inside. Over the past few months, I attempted to bury these chaotic feelings through endless work, mountains of slides and spreadsheets, and a semblance of productivity.

Riche Lim

ErudiFi + Stanford GSB || ❤️ Education, Technology, and Humanities || Writes about work, life, well-being, and learning || Poet at heart || 🇵🇭

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