Chapter 11: Professor Milik
The day after, Olivia and I woke up early, knowing that we had a 10 a.m. lecture scheduled at MIT, which meant taking off on a four-hour ride by car.
Neither of us had a driver's license, so it was Olivia's mother who kindly offered to drive us. Olivia's mom was a striking woman in her late thirties, who had an aura of grace and respectability.
We sat on the back of the blue Fiat and in just a little over three hours, we arrived in Massachusetts. Olivia's mom proved to be a bit of a reckless driver, confidently pushing the speed limit.
I also noticed a shift in the way I speak, as if mirroring the growth in my intelligence. It was my father that noticed it, to be real with you.
When my father called, I couldn't help but use more sophisticated language than before, and he immediately picked up on the change.
I assured him that my SAT results would definitely be impressive, and I was determined to secure a scholarship. He thought I was joking, but the truth was, that I didn't have any recommendations, so a full SAT score alone wouldn't be sufficient to earn a scholarship at MIT.
I knew I needed to find a way to generate more than just a few hundred dollars to support my education.
As Olivia and I walked around the MIT campus, we went in different directions for a bit. She wanted to explore more before our lecture, while I headed towards the Math Department where our class was supposed to happen.
The MIT campus had a mix of modern and older buildings. Some were big and made of glass and steel, while others were smaller and looked like old brick buildings.
It was interesting to see the contrast between the new and the old.
The main entrance to the Math Department was a cool spot. There were some plants and sculptures outside that made it look nice. MIT felt like a place where people were always thinking about new ideas and learning cool shit.