It’s been a little over a month since I’ve left neuroscience graduate school to pursue a new career. My journey is currently facing the double edge sword brought about by change. Early on, I quickly realized that with avid support comes great cynicism. Handshakes and hugs are equaled by looks of misunderstanding and intimidation, and admiration is met with jealousy. And yet every morning I face the world with a smile, my head held high as I keep on truckin’, because after all, America assures us that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself.
“Only those who dare to fail greatly can ever achieve greatly.” -Bobby Kennedy
My biography is about as unorthodox as the trail that I’m currently blazing. Born in Moscow (Russia), my family and I moved to Munich (Germany) at the age of 4. I spent my golden years of childhood there, years that pass too quickly we can all agree. Before my 10th birthday I was back in a foreign land, finding myself outcast, deaf and mute to my English speaking surroundings – welcome to America! Continue reading