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Two of the group’s members hold colorful guitars while the youngest stands between them, with a disarming smile on his face. Their clothing manages to be both chic and stylish while radiating youth and frivolity. They are attractive clean cut as do all of Disney’s young stars. While posing for pictures they mentally prepare themselves for the night ahead.

No, this trio is not the pop sensation The Jonas Brothers; instead they are Kimya Kavehkar and her suitemates Christine Allen and Jessica Bonet. As part of an ongoing joke that attempts to make the pop rock trio The Jonas Brothers appear ridiculous the three roommates dressed up as the band for Halloween.

This is the kind of free spiritedness that causes Allen, one of Kavenhkar’s closest friends, to describe her as, “loud funny [with] absolutely no shame.” Her gutsy personality is just one of the characteristics that motivated her to travel nearly 2,000 miles to attend school in Boston, Massachusetts. Kavenhkar’s grew up in Austin Texas, an urban city that offers, in her words, “more music options than Boston,”

A move to Boston is not the only thing that Kavenhkar’s confidence and drive has provided her, however. When recalling an internship last summer Kavenhkar described her application process as an example of who she is as a person. One day she decided that she needed an internship and immediately sought one with no doubt that she would stand out amongst her peers. She describes herself as a person who “makes things happen”.

As a Print and Multimedia Journalism major Kavenhkar plans to pursue a career in International or Fashion Journalism after graduation. She plans to achieve this goal in the same way that she’s achieved everything else in her life by going after it with dogged determination.

That determination has proven successful in the past most notably when it, combined with her scholastic record, helped her win a $1,000 scholarship to the International Baccalaureate Program at Oxford. While in the program, Kavenhkar studied Human Rights with a private Oxford tutor and attended lectures about, in her words, “everything from the EU to Romantic British Poetry”.

While an undergraduate student at Emerson College, Kavenhkar is already beginning to gain the credentials that will help foster her career. She is an active member of the Fashion Society, Writer’s Block, and EmMagazine. Her hope is that these and other activities will eventually help secure her a place in the world journalism industry.

Scene

The indoor black framed lights cast a slight glow over him. It’s a slightly gray January day in Boston, with heavy winds that cut through layers of clothing and chill your spine. He has found a warm place to relax before his next stop. The busy downtown Starbucks is fueled almost entirely by patrons who only stay long enough to receive their caffeinated drinks.

On this Thursday afternoon he appears to have enough time to settle in amongst business men and women and enjoy his beverage. Seated at a corner table he fiddles with his wallet; organizing and reorganizing its contents while stretching out his long legs and exposing his lanky frame. He occupies a table for three. His legs taking up the space a second chair would normally occupy while his dark brown corduroy jacket takes up the third and final seat. With his legs crossed at his calves his rotates his left ankle in a circular motion as he murmurs into his cherry red LG cell phone. His voice is too soft to carry far, but hushed murmured words like “baby” and “tonight”. He appears to be explaining something, his right hand routinely sways upward seemingly of its own violation as he struggles to make his point known.

His presence is an unfamiliar sight at this time and at this particular Starbucks. The entire establishment is filled not with men like himself in tan baggy pants and sweatshirts but with business people with bulky laptops and stacks of sticky notes waiting to be utilized. He appears ignorant or at the very least unconcerned by these facts. The constant flow of college students in multi-colored rain boots, business men and women, and police officers in bright yellow vests seem invisible to him as he shuts his cell phone and glances at his Styrofoam cup.

Before he leaves, he pulls on his coat, grips his bag and takes one brief look at the growing crowd. A few seconds later it’s as if he was never there. A young man with an HP laptop and a small suitcase shortly takes his place at the corner table.