This week, (soon to be last week) has been very eventful but, I'm proud to say, I have officially caught up on all my readings, projects, and otherwise academically required stuff, saved my lastest wage, swapped my winter wardrobe for something more fitting of the mid-80s climate we now have at Davis, and I even had a bit of time left to get some writing done.
I feel very accomplished.
My mother got a haircut and has, apparently, been mistaken for a guy three times now. This just goes to show that in terms of facial features there isn't , apparently, that much of a difference between the sexes, no matter what race/ethnicity you're from. I wonder if I'll get mistaken for a guy too over the summer. I wonder if I can persuade my parents to let me go wandering by myself further if I do. Based on the logic behind their previous discussions, I may actually have a fair chance.
Have found out that both my pot of marigold and pot of cyclamen, which I left home after spring break, have died. My parents admitted to not being plant people and my father felt bad enough about it that he offered to buy me another plant. Since I'll need to move everything back hom in June, then back to Davis again in September (which is why, after all, I left those two pots of plants at home), I figured that getting the new plant now would not be a good idea but will consider growing something portable and perennial once next school year has started.
Home is where people keep trying to feed you. Apparently I've also lost two pounds in weight since June (contratry to the so called "Freshmen 15" here) which is a bit strange since I eat way more now than I used to, back then. Now to endure mother's remark about not growing for another three months....
But May is very much just around the corner.
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20060427
Recap: Over southern seas
We have a tank full of these in the biolab. We have another tank with sea-urchins. According to today's lab, we'll get to play with them.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is an Upside-down Jellyfish, Cassiopeia as opposed to the Scyphozoa of the "normal" jellyfishes. It's actually prettier in real life.
Just because I want to post more pictures...THIS, is actually my favorite, from Cnidarians:
Pleurobrachia pileus, called comb jelly, called sea gooseberry. First saw it in Monterey bay aquarium. And yes, it actually does have multi-colored luminescence.
Randomly:
Christmas tree worms!
Now wasn't that nice....
This, ladies and gentlemen, is an Upside-down Jellyfish, Cassiopeia as opposed to the Scyphozoa of the "normal" jellyfishes. It's actually prettier in real life.
Just because I want to post more pictures...THIS, is actually my favorite, from Cnidarians:
Pleurobrachia pileus, called comb jelly, called sea gooseberry. First saw it in Monterey bay aquarium. And yes, it actually does have multi-colored luminescence.
Randomly:
Christmas tree worms!
Now wasn't that nice....
20060426
Random
Quote by Joseph Conrad, in describing the characteristics of an artist, which I wanted to share:
His appeal is made to our less obvious capacities: to that part of our nature which, because of the warlike conditons of existence, is necessarily kept out of sight within the more resisting and hard qualities--like the vulnerable body within a steel armor....The artist appeals…to that in us which is a gift and not an acquisition--and, therefore, moer permanently enduring. He speaks to our capacity for delight and wonder, to the sense of mystery surrounding our lives; to our sense of pity, and beauty, and pain; to the latent feeling of fellowship with all creation—to the subtle but invincible conviction of solidarity that knits together the loneliness of innumerable hearts, to the solidarity…which binds together all humanity—the dead to the living and the living to the unborn.
His appeal is made to our less obvious capacities: to that part of our nature which, because of the warlike conditons of existence, is necessarily kept out of sight within the more resisting and hard qualities--like the vulnerable body within a steel armor....The artist appeals…to that in us which is a gift and not an acquisition--and, therefore, moer permanently enduring. He speaks to our capacity for delight and wonder, to the sense of mystery surrounding our lives; to our sense of pity, and beauty, and pain; to the latent feeling of fellowship with all creation—to the subtle but invincible conviction of solidarity that knits together the loneliness of innumerable hearts, to the solidarity…which binds together all humanity—the dead to the living and the living to the unborn.
Recap: Yee-haw?
The most frequently asked question during my shift yesterday was "Do you get to keep the hat?" to which the answer, given at the end of the shift, is a resounding "No, thank goodness!"
To quote Pepper, who did not, in fact, have red hair: "We look like a bunch of cow-girls ready to go clubbin'."
If today's weather happened yesterday, however, the entire thing would've been outdoors and THEN it might've made more sense, given the tomato plant on the serving table and the seed-packet-labels on the pails of mustard.
Also, I have failed my o-chem midterm. It is a ritual, I think, that I must fail one test every quarter (it use to be every semester when I was in highschool). Unfortunately for me, o-chem only has 3 tests the entire quarter so the most I can do is study very hard and aspire for some form of a 'B'.
Feel somewhat stupid but oh well, that's that.
In order to fully appreciate what's posted next, I'd suggest everyone to first familiarize themselves with the pome "If" by Rudyard Kipling.
Familiarized? Good. Now read this. Link as provided by Annie in her LJ.
It'll make more sense for those who actively browse for fanfiction, but otherwise it is still funny.
To quote Pepper, who did not, in fact, have red hair: "We look like a bunch of cow-girls ready to go clubbin'."
If today's weather happened yesterday, however, the entire thing would've been outdoors and THEN it might've made more sense, given the tomato plant on the serving table and the seed-packet-labels on the pails of mustard.
Also, I have failed my o-chem midterm. It is a ritual, I think, that I must fail one test every quarter (it use to be every semester when I was in highschool). Unfortunately for me, o-chem only has 3 tests the entire quarter so the most I can do is study very hard and aspire for some form of a 'B'.
Feel somewhat stupid but oh well, that's that.
In order to fully appreciate what's posted next, I'd suggest everyone to first familiarize themselves with the pome "If" by Rudyard Kipling.
Familiarized? Good. Now read this. Link as provided by Annie in her LJ.
It'll make more sense for those who actively browse for fanfiction, but otherwise it is still funny.
20060425
Recap: Tert
Just one more to go. People have been ditching chem discussions, it seems, ever since the midterms started. I think during the fall quarter midterms generally meant lots group studying in the lounge but, for some reason, that doesn't happen now. Now there're only more closed doors and a few quiet individuals, looking distressed over textbooks while sitting in the lounge.
I made a remark to Megan about how everyone's in harder classes this quarter, and she agreed. It might be (the general trend I mean) because of the fact that the full-series are usually groups of three classes (one school year), and people who're going for what my art teacher refers to as the "hard core" majores are usually required to take the entire series (as opposed to, say, just Math 16A and B and not C), hence, in a three-quarter-official system, that would mean that if you start with class A, you're going to be doing C in the spring (most people prefer to continue a series until they're done with it, and not skip around, though that IS allowed). The Cs have a good chance of being harder, in many classes, and hence...
Of course, it's just a theory. I've neither the time nor the interest to take polls to see how it ACTUALLY is.
I think there's a columbine coming up in my pot of chrysanthemums (or at least I think that's what it is). It's strange, because that seed is from a summer two years ago....
I made a remark to Megan about how everyone's in harder classes this quarter, and she agreed. It might be (the general trend I mean) because of the fact that the full-series are usually groups of three classes (one school year), and people who're going for what my art teacher refers to as the "hard core" majores are usually required to take the entire series (as opposed to, say, just Math 16A and B and not C), hence, in a three-quarter-official system, that would mean that if you start with class A, you're going to be doing C in the spring (most people prefer to continue a series until they're done with it, and not skip around, though that IS allowed). The Cs have a good chance of being harder, in many classes, and hence...
Of course, it's just a theory. I've neither the time nor the interest to take polls to see how it ACTUALLY is.
I think there's a columbine coming up in my pot of chrysanthemums (or at least I think that's what it is). It's strange, because that seed is from a summer two years ago....
20060424
Recap: Post hoc
This is what my bio handout/packet (received today in class) reads on the first page:
what you SHOULD do with this packet:
-bring to lecture and discussion sessions every day
-annotate heavily with your own thoughts (I'll be sure to weigh mine with lead)
-use to study for exams (i.e. 3, 2 midterms and 1 final, which is why I'm always so neurotic about them)
-display prominently to amaze your friends or family (the packet is really quite ugly, so I have no idea what the professor was going on about)
what you should NOT do with this packet:
-recycle, burn, or throw it away; at least until after the final (paper burning at the end of the year? anyone?)
-lose under a pile of dirty clothes in your room (in which case the clothes, in all frankness, probably wouldn't be mine)
-wrap fish with it; unless the fish is a combination book mark and study specimen (my bio lab partner broke the formaldehyde jar of catfish specimen last week, would that count?)
For teachers who are not the best lecturers, their sense of humor is, really, their saving grace. And if they can BOTH lecturer and display a sense of humor then I usually can forgive them for just about anything--multiple exams of extreme evilness included.
Bio midterm tonight (during discussion). My oh my what a wonderful day.
I want to create a female character just so I can name her Mya because in taxonomist speak MYA's short for Millions of Years Ago. And it clicked with something in my head.
[edit 17:16]
This is my annoyed rant. About my manager. Who called me IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS. Of course I didn't answer and turned off the phone, but I knew who it was because only the DCs have a number that's displayed as "unknown" in the cellphone's auto-number-record option and it's a number that you can't call back (your phone won't do it, trust me, I've tried).
Which means, after class, I was wondering whether or not they've changed the schedule on me AGAIN and how could that be, when I blocked out that entire hour for classes?
And it turns out she called me in the middle of the class to tell me that we're having a themed dinner tomorrow and I'd have to come in in blue jeans and that they're going to pass out special shirts that we're going to have to wear for our uniform that day.
I was interrupted in the midst of Le Chatelier for blue jeans.
End rant.
Yeah, Lucy, I cringed too.
what you SHOULD do with this packet:
-bring to lecture and discussion sessions every day
-annotate heavily with your own thoughts (I'll be sure to weigh mine with lead)
-use to study for exams (i.e. 3, 2 midterms and 1 final, which is why I'm always so neurotic about them)
-display prominently to amaze your friends or family (the packet is really quite ugly, so I have no idea what the professor was going on about)
what you should NOT do with this packet:
-recycle, burn, or throw it away; at least until after the final (paper burning at the end of the year? anyone?)
-lose under a pile of dirty clothes in your room (in which case the clothes, in all frankness, probably wouldn't be mine)
-wrap fish with it; unless the fish is a combination book mark and study specimen (my bio lab partner broke the formaldehyde jar of catfish specimen last week, would that count?)
For teachers who are not the best lecturers, their sense of humor is, really, their saving grace. And if they can BOTH lecturer and display a sense of humor then I usually can forgive them for just about anything--multiple exams of extreme evilness included.
Bio midterm tonight (during discussion). My oh my what a wonderful day.
I want to create a female character just so I can name her Mya because in taxonomist speak MYA's short for Millions of Years Ago. And it clicked with something in my head.
[edit 17:16]
This is my annoyed rant. About my manager. Who called me IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS. Of course I didn't answer and turned off the phone, but I knew who it was because only the DCs have a number that's displayed as "unknown" in the cellphone's auto-number-record option and it's a number that you can't call back (your phone won't do it, trust me, I've tried).
Which means, after class, I was wondering whether or not they've changed the schedule on me AGAIN and how could that be, when I blocked out that entire hour for classes?
And it turns out she called me in the middle of the class to tell me that we're having a themed dinner tomorrow and I'd have to come in in blue jeans and that they're going to pass out special shirts that we're going to have to wear for our uniform that day.
I was interrupted in the midst of Le Chatelier for blue jeans.
End rant.
Yeah, Lucy, I cringed too.
20060423
Recap: Post-eventu
Picnic day, I've concluded, was the one day in the year that Davis comes out of its guise as a quite, laid-back small town and show the world what the definition of a college-town is and capable of being.
To say that the entire atmosphere changed to be, in short, an understatement.
Those who work in the DC on Saturdays had a tough time of it yesterday. Due to the booths that were set up (it is, after all, PICNIC day) there are double shifts yesterday for people who had to work inside and people who had to work outside. It was crowded either way. There were bands and balloons and for some reason--country music by this stand near the MU.
Molly was out almost all of yesterday and so, somewhere between how things turned out, Annie came over and we got Chipotle (had to walk most of the way because biking's impossible with that many people around), locked ourselves in my room, and watched HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE. Neither of us felt like braving the mob and so avoided the entire deal.
On a note about the movie-- it's--quite different from the book. Dianna Wynne Jones (sp?) is an excellent writer and everyone, I think, should read the book. The thing is, aside from keeping a few main plot points (and names) the same, it is SO different (the movie, from the book). By different I mean the antagonists, the plot, a great many people who are involved, etc. AND YET THIS DIFFERENT INTERPRETATION WORKED! This's, frankly, the first time I've seen a different interpretation of a book, made into a movie, that worked.
I'm impressed.
Oh and of course the art's amazing, as usual. The flying machines are so physically impratical, yet so fun to watch.
[edit 11:54]
A version of the poem from six-grade, found by accident, posted for the records:
If i find a penny and gave it to you
that means we'd both have a wish
A wish to come true.
a penny is like magic lying on the ground
it's like picking up a wish that's waiting to be found.
So when I find one, I’ll pick up your penny
And if we are lucky I will give you many
I'll pick up your penny, won't let the trashman sweep it
but if i find a dollar, i'll probably keep it....
My sixth grade teacher once gave us each a copy of this poem, with a penny taped on each copy.
I still have mine at home.
To say that the entire atmosphere changed to be, in short, an understatement.
Those who work in the DC on Saturdays had a tough time of it yesterday. Due to the booths that were set up (it is, after all, PICNIC day) there are double shifts yesterday for people who had to work inside and people who had to work outside. It was crowded either way. There were bands and balloons and for some reason--country music by this stand near the MU.
Molly was out almost all of yesterday and so, somewhere between how things turned out, Annie came over and we got Chipotle (had to walk most of the way because biking's impossible with that many people around), locked ourselves in my room, and watched HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE. Neither of us felt like braving the mob and so avoided the entire deal.
On a note about the movie-- it's--quite different from the book. Dianna Wynne Jones (sp?) is an excellent writer and everyone, I think, should read the book. The thing is, aside from keeping a few main plot points (and names) the same, it is SO different (the movie, from the book). By different I mean the antagonists, the plot, a great many people who are involved, etc. AND YET THIS DIFFERENT INTERPRETATION WORKED! This's, frankly, the first time I've seen a different interpretation of a book, made into a movie, that worked.
I'm impressed.
Oh and of course the art's amazing, as usual. The flying machines are so physically impratical, yet so fun to watch.
[edit 11:54]
A version of the poem from six-grade, found by accident, posted for the records:
If i find a penny and gave it to you
that means we'd both have a wish
A wish to come true.
a penny is like magic lying on the ground
it's like picking up a wish that's waiting to be found.
So when I find one, I’ll pick up your penny
And if we are lucky I will give you many
I'll pick up your penny, won't let the trashman sweep it
but if i find a dollar, i'll probably keep it....
My sixth grade teacher once gave us each a copy of this poem, with a penny taped on each copy.
I still have mine at home.
20060422
Recap: Untitled
It occured to me that today may be the only day during the school year where I may see the most of my dormmates up and about before 9am on a Saturday. To illustrate a point, Molly had her alarm set for 7:00 for some reason (then once again at 7:15, etc, as the process goes). I was less ambitious and planned to sleep until 8 (well I stayed in bed until then, anyway) but from the thumps and thuds that had begun, I'd say that Picnic Day here must be pretty important.
Just wish the weather cooperated, that's all.
Note to Kate: Have just checked email and I think I've all of them. Thank you!
Note to Annie: I take back what I said about 'closet', especially if you've had that stuck in your head for DAYs. Hem.
[edit 9:33]
Futher note to Kate: Have just received the mail from yousendit.com. It's a temporal delay of irony.
Just wish the weather cooperated, that's all.
Note to Kate: Have just checked email and I think I've all of them. Thank you!
Note to Annie: I take back what I said about 'closet', especially if you've had that stuck in your head for DAYs. Hem.
[edit 9:33]
Futher note to Kate: Have just received the mail from yousendit.com. It's a temporal delay of irony.
20060421
Recap: That is all
The day, all jokes aside, is only one step away from disaster. There were so many places that could've gone wrong I don't suppose I ought to do anything except feel thankful that not everything had gone wrong. Tour groups, as informed to me by our helpful housing office, did resum and I got quite fed up with the detours (the people don't seem to grasp the concept of walking on the side and nearly always mill around and block the entire bikepath). It was either one detour too many or five seconds too long of staring, but I went in for lunch, took one look at the crowd in the DC, grabbed one of those to-go lunches and left to sulk in the Sci lab building.
Which is, by the way, an excellent way to prepare for your chem midterm.
The TA for the o-chem discussion wasn't there so there was a sub who had nothing planned except to go over a previous midterm, so I ditched. Yep. Me. Which gives you a fair indication of how irritated I'm feeling. I'd like to say that I'm going to do something productive in the extra half an hour I've procured except I know that after this I'm going to go and take a nap. And hope no one comes knocking on my door during then. (Ran into a tour group coming out of Miller as I was entering.)
At the moment I feel particularly Grinch-like, despite of it being a Friday.
But this too shall pass. Because it's a Friday and sleep is my practical cure-all.
Which is, by the way, an excellent way to prepare for your chem midterm.
The TA for the o-chem discussion wasn't there so there was a sub who had nothing planned except to go over a previous midterm, so I ditched. Yep. Me. Which gives you a fair indication of how irritated I'm feeling. I'd like to say that I'm going to do something productive in the extra half an hour I've procured except I know that after this I'm going to go and take a nap. And hope no one comes knocking on my door during then. (Ran into a tour group coming out of Miller as I was entering.)
At the moment I feel particularly Grinch-like, despite of it being a Friday.
But this too shall pass. Because it's a Friday and sleep is my practical cure-all.
20060420
Recap: Toynbee
Miller, I found out yesterday, is having a two-three hour open house this Saturday, which means for two, three hours this Saturday studying is basically out the equation for me, unless I scrunch up in the library or something.
But then I thought no, not with the weather like this and not on Picnic Day. So I'll be out there somewhere, wandering about (quite possibly taking far too many pictures) while Miller's being introduced to people.
Which means, consequently, I'll need to try to get my chem postlab and prelab done this Friday, right after my chem midterm and o-chem discussion. Just listing my tasks out makes me cringe, so I'll promptly stop thinking about it until Friday.
Songs that tell stories are addictive, mostly because I'm heavily biased, I think. Have to admit though, that things that rhyme and is set to a tune is that much easier to memorize. They tried that with the presidents (Animaniacs, but I don't remember how it goes since the only time I've heard it was during that stage when I didn't really speak English), and they've tried it with chemicals (but when through the elements so fast that no sane person would ever be able to get it down). On the whole, tunes and rhythms, when added to context, means that you're processing the event at two different levels and therefore...
Okay no theories this morning.
The weather has reached the point where there people sunbathing outside. Or just lying limply in the sun like stranded starfishes at low tide.
[edit 13:39]
Brought to you by Google:
VINEYARD SPAM SALAD
Recipe By :
Serving Size : 6 Preparation Time :0:00
Categories : Salads
Amount Measure Ingredient -- Preparation Method
-------- ------------ --------------------------------
1 cn SPAM Luncheon Meat, cubed
-(12 oz)
2/3 c Mayonnaise or salad dressing
1 tb Lime juice
1 t Dry mustard
2 c Seedless grapes
1 c Peapods, cut in half
1/2 c Thinly sliced red onion
In skillet, saute SPAM over high heat 2 minutes,
stirring constantly; set aside. In small bowl, combine
mayonnaise, lime juice, and dry mustard. In large
bowl, combine grapes, SPAM, peapods, and onion. Tos
with mayonnaise mixture. Cover and chill 1 hour.
[edit: 14:30]
At least they warned us this time. Taken from an email sent by the student housing office:
Tomorrow, we will host another large group on campus. You will again notice many more people walking around campus, in the dining facilities, and in your respective buildings. We know that this may be a bit inconvenient for you as a current resident; however, these tours are very important to future students and to the University. We really appreciate your patience and your cooperation.
But then I thought no, not with the weather like this and not on Picnic Day. So I'll be out there somewhere, wandering about (quite possibly taking far too many pictures) while Miller's being introduced to people.
Which means, consequently, I'll need to try to get my chem postlab and prelab done this Friday, right after my chem midterm and o-chem discussion. Just listing my tasks out makes me cringe, so I'll promptly stop thinking about it until Friday.
Songs that tell stories are addictive, mostly because I'm heavily biased, I think. Have to admit though, that things that rhyme and is set to a tune is that much easier to memorize. They tried that with the presidents (Animaniacs, but I don't remember how it goes since the only time I've heard it was during that stage when I didn't really speak English), and they've tried it with chemicals (but when through the elements so fast that no sane person would ever be able to get it down). On the whole, tunes and rhythms, when added to context, means that you're processing the event at two different levels and therefore...
Okay no theories this morning.
The weather has reached the point where there people sunbathing outside. Or just lying limply in the sun like stranded starfishes at low tide.
[edit 13:39]
Brought to you by Google:
VINEYARD SPAM SALAD
Recipe By :
Serving Size : 6 Preparation Time :0:00
Categories : Salads
Amount Measure Ingredient -- Preparation Method
-------- ------------ --------------------------------
1 cn SPAM Luncheon Meat, cubed
-(12 oz)
2/3 c Mayonnaise or salad dressing
1 tb Lime juice
1 t Dry mustard
2 c Seedless grapes
1 c Peapods, cut in half
1/2 c Thinly sliced red onion
In skillet, saute SPAM over high heat 2 minutes,
stirring constantly; set aside. In small bowl, combine
mayonnaise, lime juice, and dry mustard. In large
bowl, combine grapes, SPAM, peapods, and onion. Tos
with mayonnaise mixture. Cover and chill 1 hour.
[edit: 14:30]
At least they warned us this time. Taken from an email sent by the student housing office:
Tomorrow, we will host another large group on campus. You will again notice many more people walking around campus, in the dining facilities, and in your respective buildings. We know that this may be a bit inconvenient for you as a current resident; however, these tours are very important to future students and to the University. We really appreciate your patience and your cooperation.
20060419
Recap: Untitled
Biology has gotten more interactive, going from counting dead fruitflies to imagining that we are either birds or armadillos. I don't think insanity has been factored in.
The famed UCD picnic day's this weekend. I wanted to volunteer...or at least go around and see the sights, so to speak, but the amount of reading and studying says 'nay'. Unless I can somehow get 3/4 of all the stuff done by the night of Friday.... Well there's another challenge.
Rosana's quitting her job at the DC. According to her working there used to be a lot easier before the winter quarter, where everyone had to start working harder because we have less people. Since I didn't know what it was like before, I'm saved from the ...what? Injustice? Of it all.
It's like the people in Tercero didn't think their building's so bad until they come and visit Miller.
Ignorance is bliss.
The famed UCD picnic day's this weekend. I wanted to volunteer...or at least go around and see the sights, so to speak, but the amount of reading and studying says 'nay'. Unless I can somehow get 3/4 of all the stuff done by the night of Friday.... Well there's another challenge.
Rosana's quitting her job at the DC. According to her working there used to be a lot easier before the winter quarter, where everyone had to start working harder because we have less people. Since I didn't know what it was like before, I'm saved from the ...what? Injustice? Of it all.
It's like the people in Tercero didn't think their building's so bad until they come and visit Miller.
Ignorance is bliss.
20060418
Recap: Se hace camino el andar
So ends the idea of Tuesday as relaxing for me, but it was nice while it (even if it was around fifty percent illusion) lasted.
Not enough variation to mention here--everything mostly per usual. If something shows up later then maybe I'll add more.
[edit 12:28]
Currently will answer to "Hey You With The Hat," outside of work at least, since during work everyone's wearing hats.
Not enough variation to mention here--everything mostly per usual. If something shows up later then maybe I'll add more.
[edit 12:28]
Currently will answer to "Hey You With The Hat," outside of work at least, since during work everyone's wearing hats.
20060417
Recap: Sunny winds
PE has gotten progressively more interesting. Today we learned how to get someone to get their hands off of you, one of the moves being very painful and involving hyperextending the aggressor's wrist and forarms simply by moving in a way that human wrists and arms are not meant to be moved. I hear we start learning the kicks on Wednesday so, with the tests coming up, it should also be a good stress-relieving class.
My chem test's this Friday, the bio one's next Monday, followed by O-chem on Tuesday so yes, there's going to be stress. All other plans canceled for the weekend, it seems, except studying. Though right now I'm more grouchy about the fact that getting out of any of my science finals is not an option this quarter.
I think a guy was up all night in the lounge, yesterday-this morning, writing an essay.
The tourism continues. Miller still very quiet, though there were a few planned events and the IM sports are recruiting again.
My chem test's this Friday, the bio one's next Monday, followed by O-chem on Tuesday so yes, there's going to be stress. All other plans canceled for the weekend, it seems, except studying. Though right now I'm more grouchy about the fact that getting out of any of my science finals is not an option this quarter.
I think a guy was up all night in the lounge, yesterday-this morning, writing an essay.
The tourism continues. Miller still very quiet, though there were a few planned events and the IM sports are recruiting again.
20060416
Recap: Hey JC
VERY wet and rainy since this morning. Early this morning. Predawn. Even though there was not much of a dawn to speak of since it was--well--wet and rainy.
I just realized: wet and rainy means essentially the same thing, don't they?
Oh well.
Yesterday continued with the oncoming of visitors, even in our hall. Some of my floormates had left their door open and was happily enduring the interrogations of many an anxious parent. Though for them it was less of an interrogation and more of attempts to be helpful. ("OMG did you know we have a trash chute? On our floor?" --And the thing is--we do, and that trash chute has been the envy of most of our Reagan/Cuarto etc other dorm friends. You appreciate the oddest thing in the dorms after living in them.)
Dining commons a nightmare yesterday--will be trying to avoid that all day today. Met Robert during his shift yesterday and thanked the stars that I'm not working this weekend.
Also, I'm getting annoyed about being asked "So how do you like it here?" I suppose, to be fair, that it's a relatively standard question to ask a student, coming from the parent of a potential student, but from a student's perspective it's... ...an unfair question. Most of the UCD students, it seems like, can be divided into three groups: the group that came here because they wanted to, the group that came here because they didn't get into Berkeley, and the group that came here because their parent/relative/sibling wanted them to. (And in all three cases, if you think about it carefully, there's not much second options involved.) Now, based on this, with respect to the question, you'd get various degrees of 'yes', 'no', and 'I-don't-know', neither of which would be a very satisfactory answer for the ...as far as general helpfulness to a future student is concerned. (And trust me, why you're here DOES affect your answer to the 'how'd you like it here' question.)
Then again, since the to-be student is most likely (or will be most likely) sorted into one of the three groups, I suppose my entire ramble up there is for null.
Note to Lucy: I don't remember exactly--but how long's the visit-a-campus program last year? (Hoping for one week...hoping for one week....)
I just realized: wet and rainy means essentially the same thing, don't they?
Oh well.
Yesterday continued with the oncoming of visitors, even in our hall. Some of my floormates had left their door open and was happily enduring the interrogations of many an anxious parent. Though for them it was less of an interrogation and more of attempts to be helpful. ("OMG did you know we have a trash chute? On our floor?" --And the thing is--we do, and that trash chute has been the envy of most of our Reagan/Cuarto etc other dorm friends. You appreciate the oddest thing in the dorms after living in them.)
Dining commons a nightmare yesterday--will be trying to avoid that all day today. Met Robert during his shift yesterday and thanked the stars that I'm not working this weekend.
Also, I'm getting annoyed about being asked "So how do you like it here?" I suppose, to be fair, that it's a relatively standard question to ask a student, coming from the parent of a potential student, but from a student's perspective it's... ...an unfair question. Most of the UCD students, it seems like, can be divided into three groups: the group that came here because they wanted to, the group that came here because they didn't get into Berkeley, and the group that came here because their parent/relative/sibling wanted them to. (And in all three cases, if you think about it carefully, there's not much second options involved.) Now, based on this, with respect to the question, you'd get various degrees of 'yes', 'no', and 'I-don't-know', neither of which would be a very satisfactory answer for the ...as far as general helpfulness to a future student is concerned. (And trust me, why you're here DOES affect your answer to the 'how'd you like it here' question.)
Then again, since the to-be student is most likely (or will be most likely) sorted into one of the three groups, I suppose my entire ramble up there is for null.
Note to Lucy: I don't remember exactly--but how long's the visit-a-campus program last year? (Hoping for one week...hoping for one week....)
20060415
Recap: A return
Revelation: Next week is spring break, for most highschools. That's why there's the sudden exponential increase in tour groups.
Given: Spring break lasts one week, including weekends at both ends.
Deduction: Therefore the fantastic number of on-campus visitors will continue all the way until next weekend.
Resolution: Stay inside buildings as much as possible. Barring the bookstore, the MU and the library because those are tourist attractions. Annie, for whenever you're reading this-- I'm crossing off the giant-head egg hunt and voting in favor of hiding in the Death Star next Friday. We've gotten lost on the outside, now it's time to get lost on the inside.
On another note to Lucy-- We don't have that much local "visiting" per se, mostly because Davis's a small town and most of the people who goes to school here probably have been visiting the UCD campus (I mean, it's not like we have a fence around it or anything) since they were five. We do have occasional 'kiddie' programs though--but that's mostly concentrated in the fields area and off of the main campus. As far as inverted days went-- we had ONE sunny day. ONE. Clouding over started yesterday, though it was still warm and by today we're back to clouds and chills.
Maybe they took a day out of LA and swapped it with Davis!
And of course by 'they' I meant the you-know-whos because, of course, it's all a giant conspiracy.
Completely random: Bradbury's writing is awesome. No, I will never get over that.
Given: Spring break lasts one week, including weekends at both ends.
Deduction: Therefore the fantastic number of on-campus visitors will continue all the way until next weekend.
Resolution: Stay inside buildings as much as possible. Barring the bookstore, the MU and the library because those are tourist attractions. Annie, for whenever you're reading this-- I'm crossing off the giant-head egg hunt and voting in favor of hiding in the Death Star next Friday. We've gotten lost on the outside, now it's time to get lost on the inside.
On another note to Lucy-- We don't have that much local "visiting" per se, mostly because Davis's a small town and most of the people who goes to school here probably have been visiting the UCD campus (I mean, it's not like we have a fence around it or anything) since they were five. We do have occasional 'kiddie' programs though--but that's mostly concentrated in the fields area and off of the main campus. As far as inverted days went-- we had ONE sunny day. ONE. Clouding over started yesterday, though it was still warm and by today we're back to clouds and chills.
Maybe they took a day out of LA and swapped it with Davis!
And of course by 'they' I meant the you-know-whos because, of course, it's all a giant conspiracy.
Completely random: Bradbury's writing is awesome. No, I will never get over that.
20060414
Recap: Untitled
Phase contrast microscopy is very neat, I wonder why we never had to use it before.
Also, the weather suddenly cleared up yesterday and the temperature seemed to have shot up 10 degrees, over night. Someone tell me, is that happening else where as well?
[edit 10:56]
Tour groups are frightful. I saw six on my way to bio and three on the way back and there is an astronomical number of random people wandering around EVERYWHERE on campus. There were even a few regent scholar people in Miller. At least my door locks.
It feels like UCD has suddenly been turned into a tourist attraction, or that we (the students) are other other side of the bars in a zoo.
To quote Marlow-- "I feel as if I'm becoming scientifically interesting."
Up for inspection. Ten-hut!
Also, readjusted version of spring schedule, with the new IS date-thing shifted and an added chem discussion:
Also, the weather suddenly cleared up yesterday and the temperature seemed to have shot up 10 degrees, over night. Someone tell me, is that happening else where as well?
[edit 10:56]
Tour groups are frightful. I saw six on my way to bio and three on the way back and there is an astronomical number of random people wandering around EVERYWHERE on campus. There were even a few regent scholar people in Miller. At least my door locks.
It feels like UCD has suddenly been turned into a tourist attraction, or that we (the students) are other other side of the bars in a zoo.
To quote Marlow-- "I feel as if I'm becoming scientifically interesting."
Up for inspection. Ten-hut!
Also, readjusted version of spring schedule, with the new IS date-thing shifted and an added chem discussion:
20060413
Recap: Hydrocarbons and carbohydrates
I have some catching up to do in chem, mostly reading and practice problems, though I also have to do my post/pre-lab reports. That is a given, the chem lab reports. No one who wants to have a degree in science can get away from the required chem series, and no one taking chem can escape the series of lab writeups and safety quizzes.
Amber is working in the DC now, though we're on completely different shifts.
There is something here now that is getting more and more pronounced with the passage of time. Something that almost 'looms'...yes, such as the thing deadlines tend to do, over the horizon. I think it's the realization that the end of the year is getting gradually and inevitably closer. Most of the people I've talked to, when considering this, responded in various stages of shell-shocked I-can't-believe-it-s. When you look back at it, you can still remember the individual days and various incidents, but it takes very little for the days to blur together, smudged by time as we're hurled toward the next step.
Wherever that may be.
It's the sort of feeling you find early in the morning, just as everyone's getting up (alright, maybe not that EARLY), in the sudden pauses in the conversations. I wonder if anyone else noticed the slight hesitation before the laughter, the almost unnoticeable tension.
It's nearly the end of the first year, and most of us are no closer to knowing what will become of us or which direction we are meant to travel than we were a year ago. The realization that this will not hit us, a sudden epiphany, on the back of the head like a badly-aimed frisbee is starting to register and causing all sorts of things in the freshman psyche. Going to college is not the solution to the problems. Far from it.
So help us...us.
Amber is working in the DC now, though we're on completely different shifts.
There is something here now that is getting more and more pronounced with the passage of time. Something that almost 'looms'...yes, such as the thing deadlines tend to do, over the horizon. I think it's the realization that the end of the year is getting gradually and inevitably closer. Most of the people I've talked to, when considering this, responded in various stages of shell-shocked I-can't-believe-it-s. When you look back at it, you can still remember the individual days and various incidents, but it takes very little for the days to blur together, smudged by time as we're hurled toward the next step.
Wherever that may be.
It's the sort of feeling you find early in the morning, just as everyone's getting up (alright, maybe not that EARLY), in the sudden pauses in the conversations. I wonder if anyone else noticed the slight hesitation before the laughter, the almost unnoticeable tension.
It's nearly the end of the first year, and most of us are no closer to knowing what will become of us or which direction we are meant to travel than we were a year ago. The realization that this will not hit us, a sudden epiphany, on the back of the head like a badly-aimed frisbee is starting to register and causing all sorts of things in the freshman psyche. Going to college is not the solution to the problems. Far from it.
So help us...us.
20060412
Recap: The 8th color
This is official now-- I'll be staying here this summer which, of course, means a De Anza class or two, massive amount of emails pertaining to all things imaginable, and excessive amounts of reading. I've always meant to read The Iliad...and Prachett's The Color of Magic...maybe I'll end up reading the two back to back and experience a sudden surge in my level of insanity.
Unless further noted, my current 5 hour/week schedule is on Tuesday night, from 4-9:30. THIS, now this, currently, means that I DON'T HAVE TO WORK ON THE WEEKENDS which is possibly the most exciting thing that's happened to me this quarter. I may actually have a weekend. I may not have a life to spend over the weekend, as seen by my 200-something paged reader I have to finish and 4 chapter's worth of practice problems in chem, but I have a weekend.
A wonderful way to celebrate Easter or, as I recall from last year, "Zombie Jesus Day".
Suffered through the pepper moth example in bio for the third time, according to the teacher, we would make very good birds.
Still very wet. Clothing have gone from wet to dry to wet to dry already, and will be getting wet again.Unless I stop biking, in which case I'll get by with only 'damp'.
Unless further noted, my current 5 hour/week schedule is on Tuesday night, from 4-9:30. THIS, now this, currently, means that I DON'T HAVE TO WORK ON THE WEEKENDS which is possibly the most exciting thing that's happened to me this quarter. I may actually have a weekend. I may not have a life to spend over the weekend, as seen by my 200-something paged reader I have to finish and 4 chapter's worth of practice problems in chem, but I have a weekend.
A wonderful way to celebrate Easter or, as I recall from last year, "Zombie Jesus Day".
Suffered through the pepper moth example in bio for the third time, according to the teacher, we would make very good birds.
Still very wet. Clothing have gone from wet to dry to wet to dry already, and will be getting wet again.Unless I stop biking, in which case I'll get by with only 'damp'.
20060411
Recap: Level 7
Wal-Mart Promises to Limit Its Banking
By MICHAEL BARBARO
In testimony before federal banking regulators, Wal-Mart
repeated its message over and over again: the company will
not open bank branches.
Small grain of 'comfort' for Mr. Morse and all other anti-wal-martians.
The temperature seemed to have dropped right back to midwinter today, complete with wind and rain.
Amara forgave me for not going to the social meeting because I was reading o-chem. O-chem earns you sympathy points by default. How interesting.
By MICHAEL BARBARO
In testimony before federal banking regulators, Wal-Mart
repeated its message over and over again: the company will
not open bank branches.
Small grain of 'comfort' for Mr. Morse and all other anti-wal-martians.
The temperature seemed to have dropped right back to midwinter today, complete with wind and rain.
Amara forgave me for not going to the social meeting because I was reading o-chem. O-chem earns you sympathy points by default. How interesting.
20060410
Recap: Ready
Most of the people were new hires, last night, so even though I was assigned to Bistro, I ended up working in the salad bar since the guy there was slow and had a tendency to disappear without anyone knowing where he went. (When I first got there it took me and another girl fifteen minutes to catch up restocking everything the guy let run out in the salad bars.) Near the end of the shift a guy came up to me and asked for fat-free Italian salad dressing, which means extra trip for me, of course, because I don't know my salad dressings and need to check with the cook. Eventually I got the right thing and took it out and asked him, "Do you want to get some of this dressing first, and then I can put it in [to the salad bar], or do you want to wait a moment until I put it in first?" (Because some people, I've learned, can be very peevish about this sort of thing.)
And the guy looked down at me, being somewhat taller, and put on what I'm learning to recognize as the universal I'm-so-clever guy grin.
"Oh no," he said, "I can put it in. I'm a big boy."
I felt like pointing out that the mess people made at the salad bar was about the same as the mess my little cousin made at the dining table when he was three, but refrained because--well, customer service and all.
Monday is here, and this morning in PE we got around to doing practice strikes (i.e. punches). There is something very fitting about spending your first class on a Monday morning punching things.
And the guy looked down at me, being somewhat taller, and put on what I'm learning to recognize as the universal I'm-so-clever guy grin.
"Oh no," he said, "I can put it in. I'm a big boy."
I felt like pointing out that the mess people made at the salad bar was about the same as the mess my little cousin made at the dining table when he was three, but refrained because--well, customer service and all.
Monday is here, and this morning in PE we got around to doing practice strikes (i.e. punches). There is something very fitting about spending your first class on a Monday morning punching things.
20060409
Recap: The dark carnival
Signed the apartmennt lease with Annie yesterday, and impressed the manager/agent with how thorough we were about it. Neither of us wanted to just sign it, but were very stubborn about reading through the entire contract-- all 18 pages of it. But even 18 pages will end eventually, and we celebrated ending our part of the deal afterwards by stopping at Jamba Juice (me) and Ben & Jerry (Annie) (or was that Ben's and Jerry's?) and eventually decided to explore the behemoth called the Arts and Humanities Building. The only problem with that was that yesterday was a Saturday, so the building was locked and inside exploration was out of the question. Eventually we ended up lying on the grass in the quad area, looking for four-leaved clovers and talking about the contrast between scanning for fine-prints in a 18-paged lease and looking for special clovers, and what it means to be growing up.
I've never seen a four-leaved clover before. I hope I will someday.
Work tonight from 5:30-9:30pm, Tuesday from 4:30-9:30, further scheduling won't be confirmed until after tonight's shift.
I've never seen a four-leaved clover before. I hope I will someday.
Work tonight from 5:30-9:30pm, Tuesday from 4:30-9:30, further scheduling won't be confirmed until after tonight's shift.
20060408
Recap: Realism
Last night, while reading, a group of people (at least one girl and two guys, it sounded like), rapped very hard on my door. By the time I got around to opening the door they were already gone. Judging from this fact and the sound of their door knocking, I'd guess that they were looking for Molly--which is unfortunate because even if they HAD stuck around I wouldn't be able to tell them where she is, since she was gone by the time I came back from work and she has been gone all night, until now.
The lounges and corridors are very empty. All empty, I think, save for a janitor, me when I was doing the laundry, and the one random guy who was sleeping on one of the chair/benches we have around the dorm.
I wonder who he is (he's sleeping with his face down, so I can't tell). It must be very uncomfortable since he, for some reason, chose one of the iron-wrought bench-chairs and for some reason not the couches we have around.
Have found new pet peeve in the form of people who wad their paper napkins into the bottom of their cups, especially when the cups still have some of their drinks left. But you also get to see some interesting things in terms of statistics and some...just interesting things. Such as the plate that came in with all the frenchfries stacked into a little tower, like lincoln logs, in the center of the plate, with ketchup drawn-patterns all around it. That person must've been very bored.
The lounges and corridors are very empty. All empty, I think, save for a janitor, me when I was doing the laundry, and the one random guy who was sleeping on one of the chair/benches we have around the dorm.
I wonder who he is (he's sleeping with his face down, so I can't tell). It must be very uncomfortable since he, for some reason, chose one of the iron-wrought bench-chairs and for some reason not the couches we have around.
Have found new pet peeve in the form of people who wad their paper napkins into the bottom of their cups, especially when the cups still have some of their drinks left. But you also get to see some interesting things in terms of statistics and some...just interesting things. Such as the plate that came in with all the frenchfries stacked into a little tower, like lincoln logs, in the center of the plate, with ketchup drawn-patterns all around it. That person must've been very bored.
20060407
Recap: Verbatim
A bunch of randomness. Be warned.
Quote from James Hillman, psychoanalyst:
"Opportunities are not plain, clean gifts. They trail dark and chaotic attachments to their unknown backgrounds..."
A rock somehow got into my sock. Not just my shoe, but my sock. I thought it was my shoe and tried to empty that but discovered later that it was, unfortunately, not the solution and could do nothing in the ten minutes I had to get between places except to feel the rock digging into the ball of my feet. The little things in life can be the most wonderful, most meaningful experiences a person can live through, but on the same line, it's also the little things that can truly, utterly, ruin an experience.
I would forgive anyone who ever biked into me if I knew they had rocks in their socks. They are THAT distracting.
And no, I did not bike into anyone.
Working tonight from 5:15-8:30pm in the dishroom. Rain is promised this weekend, but not for a few hours yet. I still need to find time to bake my lump of sculpey. Our first floor lounge has a projector screen and (I'll bet) a projector somewhere too.
Quote from James Hillman, psychoanalyst:
"Opportunities are not plain, clean gifts. They trail dark and chaotic attachments to their unknown backgrounds..."
A rock somehow got into my sock. Not just my shoe, but my sock. I thought it was my shoe and tried to empty that but discovered later that it was, unfortunately, not the solution and could do nothing in the ten minutes I had to get between places except to feel the rock digging into the ball of my feet. The little things in life can be the most wonderful, most meaningful experiences a person can live through, but on the same line, it's also the little things that can truly, utterly, ruin an experience.
I would forgive anyone who ever biked into me if I knew they had rocks in their socks. They are THAT distracting.
And no, I did not bike into anyone.
Working tonight from 5:15-8:30pm in the dishroom. Rain is promised this weekend, but not for a few hours yet. I still need to find time to bake my lump of sculpey. Our first floor lounge has a projector screen and (I'll bet) a projector somewhere too.
20060406
Recap: Untitled
The housing office have decided that the bikes that people sometimes leaves around the building (in most cases to escape being rained on) is a safety hazard, especially in the case of a necessary building evacuation. Therefore, today all the students received an email annoucing that starting on the 11th, all bikes not parked in the "designated areas" will either be ticketed or "impounded" by the TAPS.
Parking tickets. For bikes. Wow.
Have no idea where I'll end up today in terms of field trip, but have a vague idea it's still somewhere within the general Sacramento-area vincinity.
[edit 13:06]
This guy is awesome. Or at least what he does, since I haven't met him personally. He has a piece of art work called the Twilight Machine and if you turn different knobs on it the bulbs near the top casts different hues of light, the exact shade of different sorts of twilight, unto the ceiling. He also have isle-map-quote pictures, which I copied quote from, just because there's something about them....:
(This is from a few lines on the work of the Sutter Island)
The Rain...the sound of the Rain
There they were, always screaming
There- Screaming- a strange
mist that forms on the water,
so that when you accidently
catch a whiff- you hear unbelievable
screaming there...until it rains
then the screaming stops.
I wish I can find a picture of that work, but he's not a "discovered artist", per se, and it's nearly impossible to find thing about him online.
Parking tickets. For bikes. Wow.
Have no idea where I'll end up today in terms of field trip, but have a vague idea it's still somewhere within the general Sacramento-area vincinity.
[edit 13:06]
This guy is awesome. Or at least what he does, since I haven't met him personally. He has a piece of art work called the Twilight Machine and if you turn different knobs on it the bulbs near the top casts different hues of light, the exact shade of different sorts of twilight, unto the ceiling. He also have isle-map-quote pictures, which I copied quote from, just because there's something about them....:
(This is from a few lines on the work of the Sutter Island)
The Rain...the sound of the Rain
There they were, always screaming
There- Screaming- a strange
mist that forms on the water,
so that when you accidently
catch a whiff- you hear unbelievable
screaming there...until it rains
then the screaming stops.
I wish I can find a picture of that work, but he's not a "discovered artist", per se, and it's nearly impossible to find thing about him online.
20060405
Recap: Topic breath
Wednesdays--a full Wednesday with labs and in-between studying and lunch right outside of the chem labs--are going to feel very long, for the rest of the quarter.
On the other hand, I was reading a book on Brancusi (an artist) today (while eating lunch) and there was an section on his most famous work, called the Bird. It turns out the subject matter (the IS class is studying practices in contemporary art) traces its beginning into folklore and mythology and the bird is a variation from "the Golden Bird" (what I did for storytelling in lit, last quarter, for IS), which is a variation of the Romanian folktale of the maiastra bird, with origins in Egyptia's Ra and Osiris and ties all over the world in stories such as "Andila de Custivei" in Arsenia, Zhar-ptitsa in Russia, Ptak Ohnivak in Czech, Garuda of Hindu mythology and even the pheonix from the Pseudo-Baruch mythology (taken from the Greek Apocalypse of Baruch, which I read for my fall quarter IS class). The list goes on and on and the geek in me is deeply thrilled. Unfortunately this took place, as mentioned before, right before chem, so whatever excitement I harboured for all of fifteen minutes was lost in a Greek-accented explanation of Hess's Law and an overdose of tryptophan.
Shower, and then more reading. Also, feedback about working at Plaza Sweets--"I've got chocolate" can mean very different things.
Getting people to try stuff is fun though, and the banana-cream pie was very good.
[edit 18:04]
Work schedule sorted out. Effective starting April 14th.
On the other hand, I was reading a book on Brancusi (an artist) today (while eating lunch) and there was an section on his most famous work, called the Bird. It turns out the subject matter (the IS class is studying practices in contemporary art) traces its beginning into folklore and mythology and the bird is a variation from "the Golden Bird" (what I did for storytelling in lit, last quarter, for IS), which is a variation of the Romanian folktale of the maiastra bird, with origins in Egyptia's Ra and Osiris and ties all over the world in stories such as "Andila de Custivei" in Arsenia, Zhar-ptitsa in Russia, Ptak Ohnivak in Czech, Garuda of Hindu mythology and even the pheonix from the Pseudo-Baruch mythology (taken from the Greek Apocalypse of Baruch, which I read for my fall quarter IS class). The list goes on and on and the geek in me is deeply thrilled. Unfortunately this took place, as mentioned before, right before chem, so whatever excitement I harboured for all of fifteen minutes was lost in a Greek-accented explanation of Hess's Law and an overdose of tryptophan.
Shower, and then more reading. Also, feedback about working at Plaza Sweets--"I've got chocolate" can mean very different things.
Getting people to try stuff is fun though, and the banana-cream pie was very good.
[edit 18:04]
Work schedule sorted out. Effective starting April 14th.
20060404
Recap:
Working tonight from 4-9:30, will be at Plaza Sweets, the dessert place, which is a supposidely easy station, so it shouldn't be too bad.
Miller hall really is a LOT quieter even at the beginning of this quarter than the beginning of the previous two quarters. It isn't just a time frame during the day difference. Which, I suppose, means that floor 3 is going to start to acquire a library-sort of air now. Without the books.
Also, Toupadakis is apparently a Greek name.
[edit 12:44]
First time--
manage to finish an entire serving of spicy food. (Maybe it's because the weather's cold, but it seemed like they put spice in EVERYTHING non-dessert today.) The inside of my mouth still feels tingly.
Also--spicy hot chocolate tastes really, really strange.
Miller hall really is a LOT quieter even at the beginning of this quarter than the beginning of the previous two quarters. It isn't just a time frame during the day difference. Which, I suppose, means that floor 3 is going to start to acquire a library-sort of air now. Without the books.
Also, Toupadakis is apparently a Greek name.
[edit 12:44]
First time--
manage to finish an entire serving of spicy food. (Maybe it's because the weather's cold, but it seemed like they put spice in EVERYTHING non-dessert today.) The inside of my mouth still feels tingly.
Also--spicy hot chocolate tastes really, really strange.
20060403
Recap: Nirvana
As far as work schedules go, I'll have to muddle through the first two weeks on my own. If I'm lucky, it'll be sorted out at the end of this time period, and if not--well, then I shouldn't be hold liable for it, anyway.
The reader that the teacher wanted us to read by tomorrow did not arrive yet because, apparently, the teacher herself have yet to submit her copy to be copied at the copyshop (wow that's a lot of the word 'copy' there). Therefore--also not my problem. The freed up time consequently was spent in the Human Resource Center, because they didn't process the sign up sheet for one of my job training yet, apparently, and I have to sort it out before the manager calls me and tells me that I have to take my job training. Fun stuff, that. The experience strengthened my already strong believe with regards to beaurcracy.
Aside from that, after the first trial of classes today I was more prepared to look around at my teachers and classmates. Turns out that a few people I know from my bio class was in this bio class also, Ian for example, and also 'Nick'. I feel like I ought to start stalking him because he simply seem to show up everywhere now--I walked into him three different times at work already and I don't know how many times on a bike (speaking of which--first time got ran-into by a bike, today, while on foot). Now I just need to work out what's the first step to take if you're to stalk someone--do you have to sign up somewhere?
Lots of people I know in chem, too. Plenty of IS people (or as we're generally known--'the IS kids') which meant of course, no easy curves. Weather's lovely--I got wet on my way to bio and the guy next to me fell asleep during the chem lecture and was snoring softly by the end. He missed the lesson on thermochemistry. I pity him on the next midterm.
Random? Oh yes. Now to prepare for the rest of the day....
The reader that the teacher wanted us to read by tomorrow did not arrive yet because, apparently, the teacher herself have yet to submit her copy to be copied at the copyshop (wow that's a lot of the word 'copy' there). Therefore--also not my problem. The freed up time consequently was spent in the Human Resource Center, because they didn't process the sign up sheet for one of my job training yet, apparently, and I have to sort it out before the manager calls me and tells me that I have to take my job training. Fun stuff, that. The experience strengthened my already strong believe with regards to beaurcracy.
Aside from that, after the first trial of classes today I was more prepared to look around at my teachers and classmates. Turns out that a few people I know from my bio class was in this bio class also, Ian for example, and also 'Nick'. I feel like I ought to start stalking him because he simply seem to show up everywhere now--I walked into him three different times at work already and I don't know how many times on a bike (speaking of which--first time got ran-into by a bike, today, while on foot). Now I just need to work out what's the first step to take if you're to stalk someone--do you have to sign up somewhere?
Lots of people I know in chem, too. Plenty of IS people (or as we're generally known--'the IS kids') which meant of course, no easy curves. Weather's lovely--I got wet on my way to bio and the guy next to me fell asleep during the chem lecture and was snoring softly by the end. He missed the lesson on thermochemistry. I pity him on the next midterm.
Random? Oh yes. Now to prepare for the rest of the day....
20060402
Recap: Improvisions
There. Winter quarter is officially over. I now know for a fact that the slight overlap between the events of the two quarters will be bothering me for the next three years but, on the plus side, it only happens once a year.
Also, am sitting in the first floor lounge right now, on the floor, becaues the entire desk/chair assembly got shifted just enough toward the right so that my internet cable won't be long enough to span the distance. Oh well, I still get internet. Also, this is another sign that another quarter has begun.
I was very productive yesterday and read ahead for chem, so that I will not get horribly behind next week in case of worse case scenario for my working schedule occurs. Still need to do the prelab of course, but as anyone taking chem will tell you, it feels like you ALWAYS have prelabs to do, come hell and high waters.
Speaking of water, the weather is very determinedly wintry right now, heaven knows why. (It's April! Someone get it through their head please, that it's April!) Also Molly's fridge is still very cold. I think the jam froze.
The tape, however, seemed to have put a brief damper on the ant immigration. Sorry folks, room 320's not issuing greencards anymore.
And my floormate's recognized the fact that I tend to get up early.
Also, am sitting in the first floor lounge right now, on the floor, becaues the entire desk/chair assembly got shifted just enough toward the right so that my internet cable won't be long enough to span the distance. Oh well, I still get internet. Also, this is another sign that another quarter has begun.
I was very productive yesterday and read ahead for chem, so that I will not get horribly behind next week in case of worse case scenario for my working schedule occurs. Still need to do the prelab of course, but as anyone taking chem will tell you, it feels like you ALWAYS have prelabs to do, come hell and high waters.
Speaking of water, the weather is very determinedly wintry right now, heaven knows why. (It's April! Someone get it through their head please, that it's April!) Also Molly's fridge is still very cold. I think the jam froze.
The tape, however, seemed to have put a brief damper on the ant immigration. Sorry folks, room 320's not issuing greencards anymore.
And my floormate's recognized the fact that I tend to get up early.
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Recap: In summary
My study of contemporary art class seems, if I understood the teacher correctly, to be mainly consisted of something like a craft-workshop-session every Tuesday and a fieldtrip every Thursday. I hear we're not going to LA this year though, and may be going to San Francisco instead, because the teacher thought we'd be able to connect with the culture there more readily. The concept brings to mind the possibilities of micro-cultures and macro-cultures which, of course, is utter nonsense as far as naming goes. Except the idea itself is rather relevant.
I need to refill an availability form for my work, because, apparently, they've decided that I should still work fifteen hours a week--a fact with which I strongly disagree.
The bus ride from the Silo (near the center of the UCD campus) to our apartment, as Annie and I found out yesterday, is about five minutes. However, either due to the fact that we were sitting at an inconspicuous spot or the fact that yesterday's bus's on a Saturday schedule, we got skipped on the way back. This's the second time this happened to me (and Annie, since she's with me the other time too) in Davis. We did get to see sort of free-range roosters though, and horses, which are not free-range. Expect massive picture uploads at the end of this quarter too.
Speaking of pictures, I don't think I've posted the link to the winter quarter pictures that I've uploaded under yahoo. All of them are in color. The link is here.
I need to refill an availability form for my work, because, apparently, they've decided that I should still work fifteen hours a week--a fact with which I strongly disagree.
The bus ride from the Silo (near the center of the UCD campus) to our apartment, as Annie and I found out yesterday, is about five minutes. However, either due to the fact that we were sitting at an inconspicuous spot or the fact that yesterday's bus's on a Saturday schedule, we got skipped on the way back. This's the second time this happened to me (and Annie, since she's with me the other time too) in Davis. We did get to see sort of free-range roosters though, and horses, which are not free-range. Expect massive picture uploads at the end of this quarter too.
Speaking of pictures, I don't think I've posted the link to the winter quarter pictures that I've uploaded under yahoo. All of them are in color. The link is here.
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