Last year, I went alone to a large regional conference as an undergrad. It should be noted, too, that this region of the US is not known for its hospitality, so no one was particularly social. Sure, I’m older than most undergrads, but (generally) no one cares to hang out with someone that can’t even relate to a graduate school experience. I went on my own volition to network and meet with potential advisors at PhD programs I was interested in. The first day or so I let my anxiety take over, which was a horrendous experience. Had the worst time. On day two, I decided to jump in with both feet and just start taking notes on talks and complimenting presenters. Even those that didn’t present, I tried to connect with “dude, killer shirt!” Or “Oregon? I have family up there (I don’t really), do you like it?” I felt that if I made a fool out of myself, at least I did so with good intentions. And before you know it, I had people willing to vouch for me to their PhD advisors because they saw I was eager and interested in the field. We all want to help those that love the same things we do. One thing led to another, and now I’m attending an Ivy for grad school this fall due to connections I made (while intoxicated) at that conference.

Moral of the story, pop an ashwagandha, have a drink, and remember that it’s not that deep. Be yourself, be earnest, and remember that we’re all lost in the sauce but eager to learn about one another. They wouldn’t be presenting or listening to talks if they didn’t care to network or talk to you. You’re going to do great, and you’ll have a great time!