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professor

Ellie Pavlick

Ellie Pavlick, Professor of mind and code,
At Brown University, in tongues and computation trained;
She leads the LUNAR Lab down reason’s road,
Where meaning hides beyond what words have feigned.
“The lady doth protest too much,” she knows.

HTAs

Ignas Karvelis

Ignas Karvelis, of twenty-seven,
A junior versed in science, math, and trade;
From Lithuania, a storied land.
He bears these words to light the shadowed way:
“Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.”

Marcel Mateos Salles

Good morrow all, know me as Marcel here, One of thy HTAs, at thy command. A senior trained where numbers court the mind, In science of the code and coin alike. My studies dwell where thinking machines speak, In language learned by models of themselves, In patterns taught with little guiding hand, And arts that force dark engines to explain. If thou wouldst speak of these, or aught beside, Approach, for talk makes sharper reason’s edge. From San Antonio I take my name, And stoutly stand for HEB and Buc-ee’s both. My favored words I borrow, unchanged, thus: “The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.”

Yik Siu Chan

I’m Yik Siu named, who studies cunning minds,
Of language, logic, LLMs intertwined.
In Hong Kong raised, New England now my home,
I follow still the Bard, in mirthful tone:
“Lord, what fools these mortals be!”

UTAs

Eddie Lin

Eddie Lin, class of ’26.5, comp. sci., earth, milky way,
“Are you sure that we are awake?
It seems to me that yet we sleep, we dream.”

Haosheng Wang

Haosheng Wang, master’s in CS, Yangzhou,
“There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”

John Zou

John Zou, fifth year masters, computer science, new york city, ny,
“Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.”

Keyan Rahimi

My name is Keyan Rahimi, senior of the class
Of twenty-six, who studies mindful art
Of Computation joined with knowing brain.
From Starkville’s soil in Mississippi born,
I take delight in violin’s fair song,
In chess’s wars of thought, and crafts unseen
Where fancy gives new shape to idle thought.
This counsel most I prize above all else:
“Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none; be able for thine enemy
Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend
Under thy own life’s key; be check’d for silence,
But never tax’d for speech.”

Matthew DaSilva

In Math and Code at Brown his studies dwell;
From Jersey’s storied shores he ventures forth,
And holds this line as compass through the storm:
“Thy sin’s not accidental, but a trade.”

Nadia Bishop

My name is Nadia, drawn to codes and streets,
A senior shaped by logic, cities, flow.
I study how our systems think and breathe,
From lines of code to grids where people grow.
I come from North Carolina’s steady ground,
Where roots run deep as futures I pursue.
*exeunt pursued by a bear*

Phila Dlamini

Phila Dlamini, Class of ’26,
A master’s scholar in the craft of CS;
From South Africa’s wide and watchful land,
Where grit and curiosity are bred.
I prize clear thinking, honest bugs laid bare,
And favor this plain truth above the rest:
“What’s past is prologue.”

Sean Kim

Sean Kim, a junior of the class of ’27,
Who trains quick models how to speak in words;
From Fort Lee’s edge of Jersey he sets out,
Where language bends beneath a coder’s hand,
And keeps this line, half earnest and half jest:
“Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.”

Valentina Lin

I ask what hidden signals guide the guess,
Behind the network’s layers out of sight,
I trace which inputs sway it more or less,
And hope to bring its thinking into light.

“Our doubts are traitors,” and they feed us lies,
That trying isn’t worth the time it takes;
But cynicism clouds our curious eyes,
We learn by trying and from our mistakes

So come, be curious—bring your questions here.
In office hours, we’ll turn your doubt to cheer!

STAs

Nikky Lu

Nikky Lu, master’s in CS,
Thinks about language and its meaning.
From Hangzhou to New York City.
In the face of the unknown:
“Boldness be my friend.”