This is a blog about donuts, Diabetes, and the great states of both Maryland and Massachusetts. Do these ideas seem random and disconnected? Maybe. But bear with me.
I’m from Massachusetts, a state that takes great pride mostly in its sports teams, rich history, and academic institutions but also in the prevalence of Dunkin Donuts. In my town alone, we have four of these glorious shops, and in the heart of Boston, there is pink and orange signage as far as the eye can see.
This is not the case in Maryland.
This was of great concern to me upon starting school last year. I thought to myself, “How am I supposed to survive without my medium iced coffee with extra skim, two Splendas and a turbo shot?”
After some quick google-ing, I learned that Baltimore is not a Dunkin desert, and there are locations at Penn Station, BWI, and one on 20th street. In a bought of homesickness last year, I found myself at one of these locations but was taken aback by something on the cup.
Where the cup should have displayed the familiar New England Patriots logo, I saw the Ravens logo staring back at me as I enjoyed my cup of home. So while my customary beverage tasted like home, it was also representative of a transition in my life. I realized, however, that while it was very much different, it was also the same. Baltimore was a new city, Hopkins was a new school, but everything else was very much the same.
Is that a lot for a chain donut retailer to say? Probably. I do have a history of reading too much into things.
But this brings me to today.
November is National Diabetes Month, and I am the co-founder of JHU’s chapter of the College Diabetes Network, an organization and support system for students with the disease. This morning I found myself at one of the aforementioned Dunkin Donuts to pick up fifteen dozen donuts to hand out to the hungry people of Hopkins and spread awareness of the disease.
I’ve blogged about my summer adventures at diabetes camp, a place that has provided me with a great support system and has been an important part of my life for a very long time. I realized today, as I was talking to another student with T1D, that the College Diabetes Network is my Hopkins parallel to camp. It’s very different, just like the Ravens logo on the Dunkin cups, but the support I get from it is very much the same.
This is the case of anyone who joins one of our many clubs and student organizations. If there’s something that you participated or were involved in during high school, Hopkins definitely has a group of people who are just as interested in it as you are.
It might be a sport, an obscure type of dance, or even magic (illusions, according to Gob Bluth), but you will definitely find an outlet here for whatever you’re looking for. While it may not be exactly the same as your group at home, it’ll be just similar enough to make Hopkins feel like home.
So what do donuts, Diabetes, Hopkins, and home have in common? Quite a bit actually.