Being in Davis for a year, I've found out, had no effect on my frisbee skills. Maybe it's because I spent so much of the said year in-doors.
Christine came yesterday, and Anna, and Victoria, and Kate. And Kate's rabbit, sensing the dangers of a gathering of lunatics, went into hiding until Kate bribed her out with raisins. The day was warm and the conversation, once everyone was there, began with Christine mentioning something about guns.
So yes, Lucy, when you read this--you've missed out, despite of the phone call at 6 in the morning for you and insanity on this side. (Is there a max on the amount of insanity that can transferred via phone-line?) You've also missed out on Christine proposing to Kate (inquire after Anna about the pictures)-- something, now that I think about it, oddly paralleling what Anna did for randomly proposing people to go to the prom with her. Ah the times. Ah the memories. Ah the block-day session to the tune of "Miss American Pie". On the other hand, I did learn the words to the "Pinky and the Brain" theme song. Hem.
Onwards, onwards, I have class on Monday and I have no idea why they arranged it that way, with 4th of July on Tuesday.
THE CITY OF FALLING ANGELS- John Berendt - 398
DREAMS MADE FLESH -Anne Bishop
TALK TO THE HAND: THE UTTER BLOODY RUDENESS OF THE WORLD TODAY-Lynne Truss
ERAGON- Christopher Paolini -497
AGAINST GRAVITY- Farnoosh Moshiri- 308
CASTLE IN THE AIR- Diana Wynne Jones- 199
20060630
20060628
Random: Psychosis, part II
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Memoirs: DC Humor
Oh tables oh tables-- that's my topic for today-- the tales pertaining to the dining tables at the Segundo DC.
There are several types of tables at the DC, the diminutive, square tables by some windows on tall legs, matched by chairs of an equal height, the short, squat square tables with their shorters. Then there're the round tables and the long rectangular tables, each with their own array of chairs.
During each shift, there're workers whose supreme job is to keep the tables and the associated chairs clean and presentable. In other words, partially act out the role of a waiter.
It doesn't sound all that difficult, does it? It isn't that difficult, the job I mean. It also doesn't sound that interesting and in that (those of you who have followed my entries may well recall) is a mistake.
Keeping the tables presentable not only involves having its surface clean and the correct number of chairs surrounding each table (a feat that I have never mastered with the round tables-- people drag the chairs all over the place so you get things like a place that has three tables with six chairs and two tables with two and, recalling that the correct number of chairs seem to be around the 3-4 range, you spend a good deal of time wondering where the other chairs come from). The square tables are the easiest in this aspect-- one chair per side, no more questions asked. But the more interesting half of the job is the presentation part of looking presentable, or what I call "the table displays".
At the center of each table is, usually, a small glass vase with the flowers of the season, a small stand for holding whatever flyers are there ("Did you know that coffee actually does not help with hangover?"), and a small wire caddy with napkins, ketchup, salt, and pepper. This is where the adventure begins because people, while waiting for their friends or talking after dinner, do the oddest things to occupy themselves.
There was this one time when the flower was a sort of daisy-like mums, and someone drew a smiley face on the center of the flower with ketchup. While I appreciated the cuteness, the flower had to be replaced. Then there were the cases of "flower disappearance", where I truly have no idea where the plants have gone off to. Are they really so hungry that they'd eat the plants? Granted most mums are edible, the same for roses, but I'm not so sure with the freesias. Before you dismiss my theory as complete venting (which it is, partially), I have seen flowers that look like someone had taken a healthy chomp out of them. I mean, fibers? Sure. But we DO have a salad bar, hello? In some cases, the mysterious consumer of flowers (har) leave other things to replace flowers. I've had cases with candy sprinkles in the vase, cucumbers in the vase, and in one case, cooked asparagus in the vase-- making the ultimate statement in terms of interior designing. What I resent, though, is napkin in the vase. Or more specifically, napkin with water in the vase. Fishing out soggy napkins is very disgusting.
That's only to cover the flowers. There're cases where the water in the vase, along with the flowers, disappear. There're cases where the water is replaced. I've seen milk. Milk is good for growing humans, maybe, but not so for flowers. You've got to appreciate the sentiment, though. I've seen energy drink and no-- extra sugar and caffeine will not make the flowers bloom better, but thank you for trying. I've seen a mixture of milk and energy drink, with the milk curdling, and therefore causing my "hey that looks like copper sulfate" statement. In short, the flower display can be very interesting in terms of cleaning up.
And oh, the napkins.
There's a certain amount of napkins that must be put into the caddies, to ensure that during rush hours, where the table are never empty long enough for someone to refill them, the people won't have to wander around going "Hey, do you have any more napkins?" The management has, no doubt to save us the grief of "is this enough? No? How about this? And this?", defined "enough" as full to the point that there's barely enough room left to squeeze in the ketchup and salt and pepper. Just before I left though, the regulations have went up another notch and now they will be watching to see whether or not all the napkins are FACING THE RIGHT WAY, and neat, with their corners straight and so on. I suppose I should just be glad that no one has ever told me "You need 375 napkins per caddy" because oh, the counting.
Those of you who'd seen the "ketchup, salt, AND THEN pepper" yes, this is where it came from. The ketchup must be facing the right way, the right side up, and the salt must come before the pepper. In most cases though, during the clean ups we're more concerned with the fact that there's a top-less salt shaker at one end of the DC, and how did the top get all the way to the other end? As with the chairs, there're cases of 2 pepper shakers at one table, and none at the other. I've already mentioned my frustration with upside-down shakers. Maybe we ought to have "this way up" label on this.
In any case, as is true with most restaurants and other food-serving facilities, the place looks best when it just opened because face it: when there're hundreds of people eating, you're more concerned about whether or not there's still salt and pepper LEFT than whether or not they're standing in the right order in the caddy.
There are several types of tables at the DC, the diminutive, square tables by some windows on tall legs, matched by chairs of an equal height, the short, squat square tables with their shorters. Then there're the round tables and the long rectangular tables, each with their own array of chairs.
During each shift, there're workers whose supreme job is to keep the tables and the associated chairs clean and presentable. In other words, partially act out the role of a waiter.
It doesn't sound all that difficult, does it? It isn't that difficult, the job I mean. It also doesn't sound that interesting and in that (those of you who have followed my entries may well recall) is a mistake.
Keeping the tables presentable not only involves having its surface clean and the correct number of chairs surrounding each table (a feat that I have never mastered with the round tables-- people drag the chairs all over the place so you get things like a place that has three tables with six chairs and two tables with two and, recalling that the correct number of chairs seem to be around the 3-4 range, you spend a good deal of time wondering where the other chairs come from). The square tables are the easiest in this aspect-- one chair per side, no more questions asked. But the more interesting half of the job is the presentation part of looking presentable, or what I call "the table displays".
At the center of each table is, usually, a small glass vase with the flowers of the season, a small stand for holding whatever flyers are there ("Did you know that coffee actually does not help with hangover?"), and a small wire caddy with napkins, ketchup, salt, and pepper. This is where the adventure begins because people, while waiting for their friends or talking after dinner, do the oddest things to occupy themselves.
There was this one time when the flower was a sort of daisy-like mums, and someone drew a smiley face on the center of the flower with ketchup. While I appreciated the cuteness, the flower had to be replaced. Then there were the cases of "flower disappearance", where I truly have no idea where the plants have gone off to. Are they really so hungry that they'd eat the plants? Granted most mums are edible, the same for roses, but I'm not so sure with the freesias. Before you dismiss my theory as complete venting (which it is, partially), I have seen flowers that look like someone had taken a healthy chomp out of them. I mean, fibers? Sure. But we DO have a salad bar, hello? In some cases, the mysterious consumer of flowers (har) leave other things to replace flowers. I've had cases with candy sprinkles in the vase, cucumbers in the vase, and in one case, cooked asparagus in the vase-- making the ultimate statement in terms of interior designing. What I resent, though, is napkin in the vase. Or more specifically, napkin with water in the vase. Fishing out soggy napkins is very disgusting.
That's only to cover the flowers. There're cases where the water in the vase, along with the flowers, disappear. There're cases where the water is replaced. I've seen milk. Milk is good for growing humans, maybe, but not so for flowers. You've got to appreciate the sentiment, though. I've seen energy drink and no-- extra sugar and caffeine will not make the flowers bloom better, but thank you for trying. I've seen a mixture of milk and energy drink, with the milk curdling, and therefore causing my "hey that looks like copper sulfate" statement. In short, the flower display can be very interesting in terms of cleaning up.
And oh, the napkins.
There's a certain amount of napkins that must be put into the caddies, to ensure that during rush hours, where the table are never empty long enough for someone to refill them, the people won't have to wander around going "Hey, do you have any more napkins?" The management has, no doubt to save us the grief of "is this enough? No? How about this? And this?", defined "enough" as full to the point that there's barely enough room left to squeeze in the ketchup and salt and pepper. Just before I left though, the regulations have went up another notch and now they will be watching to see whether or not all the napkins are FACING THE RIGHT WAY, and neat, with their corners straight and so on. I suppose I should just be glad that no one has ever told me "You need 375 napkins per caddy" because oh, the counting.
Those of you who'd seen the "ketchup, salt, AND THEN pepper" yes, this is where it came from. The ketchup must be facing the right way, the right side up, and the salt must come before the pepper. In most cases though, during the clean ups we're more concerned with the fact that there's a top-less salt shaker at one end of the DC, and how did the top get all the way to the other end? As with the chairs, there're cases of 2 pepper shakers at one table, and none at the other. I've already mentioned my frustration with upside-down shakers. Maybe we ought to have "this way up" label on this.
In any case, as is true with most restaurants and other food-serving facilities, the place looks best when it just opened because face it: when there're hundreds of people eating, you're more concerned about whether or not there's still salt and pepper LEFT than whether or not they're standing in the right order in the caddy.
20060627
Recap: A week in advance
I've been home for a while now, and some things have, more or less, settled down into a ritual. For instance, it is my accepted role to drive on the weekends and deal with the boxes on the weekdays. Just as it's my parents' role to continuously try to feed me, and make lists about things that need to be done.
However, beyond that, there're always the exceptional. I went mini-golfing with Anna, Christine, Kateryna, and Victoria last week. After an invigorating discussion about decapitation as performed with piano wires and lessons in shadow-puppet-ing, it came out that none of us are very good golfers. (Alright, now I'm thinking about gophers.)Consequently we ended up with lessons in how- to- fish- out- golf- balls- from- various- bodies- of- water- with- golf- clubs-- which I'm still not very good with, anyway. In most cases, if you ever see us with golf clubs, it's in your best interest to skip us and proceed to the next place, because we are slow and Kateryna has seen the PHANTOM OF THE OPERA eleven times.
(No, the latter had nothing to do with our speed. I just added that bit in because she was singing "Chris-tine! Chris-tine!" over and over again.)
The weekend was quiet. Dad tried to train me on the freeways, his enthusiasm undiminished by the fact that I still do not (and quite possibly never will) like driving. But then, after conversations from last (school) year, I am just thankful that I didn't have to learn driving with a stick shift.
On Sunday night I went over to Kate's and stayed overnight, and watched stuff. Meetings with Kate now is like cram-sessions to catch up on my tv/movie watching during the year. Of course I'm exaggerating, but after watching zero hours of tv (well, unless you count the SHAPE OF LIFE clips we saw in bio, HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE with Annie, and a few apocalyptic things from history) all year, watching any purely entertainment media, over the ratio of two hours per twenty-four hours, makes me go "Huh-wha-eh?"
And we played with the rabbit, and had coherent conversations at four in the morning which, I suppose, makes us one step closer to ants. (Bonus points to anyone who knows what I'm talking about.) Kate's rabbit has gotten bigger AND fatter since I last saw it, and is quite good at knowing what it wants, when it wants it. The result is that I got to watch Kate pounce, literally, to get her rabbit back in the cage. I think the rabbit might be bilingual.
There's going to be another get-together this Thursday at Memorial Park, and frisbees are going to remind me of Davis.
Minigolf photos!
Shadow puppets!
They had identical school ID cards (well not IDENTICAL, per se, but matching UCB cards). Fun times.
Group pics are lovely. Yes.
However, beyond that, there're always the exceptional. I went mini-golfing with Anna, Christine, Kateryna, and Victoria last week. After an invigorating discussion about decapitation as performed with piano wires and lessons in shadow-puppet-ing, it came out that none of us are very good golfers. (Alright, now I'm thinking about gophers.)Consequently we ended up with lessons in how- to- fish- out- golf- balls- from- various- bodies- of- water- with- golf- clubs-- which I'm still not very good with, anyway. In most cases, if you ever see us with golf clubs, it's in your best interest to skip us and proceed to the next place, because we are slow and Kateryna has seen the PHANTOM OF THE OPERA eleven times.
(No, the latter had nothing to do with our speed. I just added that bit in because she was singing "Chris-tine! Chris-tine!" over and over again.)
The weekend was quiet. Dad tried to train me on the freeways, his enthusiasm undiminished by the fact that I still do not (and quite possibly never will) like driving. But then, after conversations from last (school) year, I am just thankful that I didn't have to learn driving with a stick shift.
On Sunday night I went over to Kate's and stayed overnight, and watched stuff. Meetings with Kate now is like cram-sessions to catch up on my tv/movie watching during the year. Of course I'm exaggerating, but after watching zero hours of tv (well, unless you count the SHAPE OF LIFE clips we saw in bio, HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE with Annie, and a few apocalyptic things from history) all year, watching any purely entertainment media, over the ratio of two hours per twenty-four hours, makes me go "Huh-wha-eh?"
And we played with the rabbit, and had coherent conversations at four in the morning which, I suppose, makes us one step closer to ants. (Bonus points to anyone who knows what I'm talking about.) Kate's rabbit has gotten bigger AND fatter since I last saw it, and is quite good at knowing what it wants, when it wants it. The result is that I got to watch Kate pounce, literally, to get her rabbit back in the cage. I think the rabbit might be bilingual.
There's going to be another get-together this Thursday at Memorial Park, and frisbees are going to remind me of Davis.
Minigolf photos!
Shadow puppets!
They had identical school ID cards (well not IDENTICAL, per se, but matching UCB cards). Fun times.
Group pics are lovely. Yes.
20060622
Memoirs: DC Humor
My first lesson about working is that, of course, job training bears very little resemblance to the real-life situations.
My second lesson was that learning process is involved, in rather surprising ways.
Aside for a few cooks who were nice enough to instruct you on what you were supposed to do in his/her kitchen (thank you, Dan), on the whole you're expected to arrive at the kitchen, observe for all of five seconds, and jump in.
Somethings "jumping in" can be taken very literally, such as when the dishroom floods. Anyone fancy swimming?
It wasn't often just the case that the cooks were not always on the same page as the helpers, but that sometimes the management had a pretty hazy idea as well. The most horrible situations, of course, were the times when there're multiple shift-leaders/managers on site and they can't agree with each other. There were always a few new people around. The cooks expect the helpers to know what's going on, while the helpers expect the cooks to know what's going on. Neither side is completely certain, at any given time, about what's going on but somehow we always manage to cover through the entire shift. From what I know, this is the typical case in jobs, so the experience is yet another valuable lesson.
My first in-kitchen experience went a little something like this:
"Hello," I said, stepping into the kitchen and pulling on my gloves. "Nice to meet you. What should I be doing?"
"Hi," said the cook, who was scrambling eggs (it was morning, and therefore not completely chaotic).
"Um," I said, wondering whether or not there was a certain set of instructions somewhere that I forgot to read (there wasn't). I waited. Eggs were scrambled. Finally, feeling guilty with all the people busying themselves around the kitchen, I ventured forth again. "Is there something I'm suppose to be doing?"
"I'm not sure," the cook eventually replied. "I've only been here for about two weeks." He thought for a moment. "Here," he squinted at my name tag, " 'Susan'. Want to help me out and put this dish of eggs in the warmer?"
"Sure," I said. "Which one's the warmer?" Which brings up the point that for the first month of your job, you will find yourself constantly looking for things. There have been people who have worked far longer than I who still looked for things. In fact, I think looking for things is an inescapable part of the job. It just wasn't included in the job description. Somewhere between the dishwashers who weren't entirely sure where to return certain dishes ("Okay, I picked up this pan from the Salads on Tuesday, but yesterday I got it from Bistro?")and the people who weren't entirely sure where things were suppose to be stored at ("The scooper? Check Salads, if it's not there, try the Dish, and if it's not there, try the pot room in the back kitchen) there were always some things to be found.
Why is it that we never have organized scavenger hunts?
But I digress. The gist of my first time in the kitchen involved me carrying dishes of eggs around to Benny Goodman, played over the speaker, and a later task involving the refrigerator and hundreds of slices of cheese.
My second lesson was that learning process is involved, in rather surprising ways.
Aside for a few cooks who were nice enough to instruct you on what you were supposed to do in his/her kitchen (thank you, Dan), on the whole you're expected to arrive at the kitchen, observe for all of five seconds, and jump in.
Somethings "jumping in" can be taken very literally, such as when the dishroom floods. Anyone fancy swimming?
It wasn't often just the case that the cooks were not always on the same page as the helpers, but that sometimes the management had a pretty hazy idea as well. The most horrible situations, of course, were the times when there're multiple shift-leaders/managers on site and they can't agree with each other. There were always a few new people around. The cooks expect the helpers to know what's going on, while the helpers expect the cooks to know what's going on. Neither side is completely certain, at any given time, about what's going on but somehow we always manage to cover through the entire shift. From what I know, this is the typical case in jobs, so the experience is yet another valuable lesson.
My first in-kitchen experience went a little something like this:
"Hello," I said, stepping into the kitchen and pulling on my gloves. "Nice to meet you. What should I be doing?"
"Hi," said the cook, who was scrambling eggs (it was morning, and therefore not completely chaotic).
"Um," I said, wondering whether or not there was a certain set of instructions somewhere that I forgot to read (there wasn't). I waited. Eggs were scrambled. Finally, feeling guilty with all the people busying themselves around the kitchen, I ventured forth again. "Is there something I'm suppose to be doing?"
"I'm not sure," the cook eventually replied. "I've only been here for about two weeks." He thought for a moment. "Here," he squinted at my name tag, " 'Susan'. Want to help me out and put this dish of eggs in the warmer?"
"Sure," I said. "Which one's the warmer?" Which brings up the point that for the first month of your job, you will find yourself constantly looking for things. There have been people who have worked far longer than I who still looked for things. In fact, I think looking for things is an inescapable part of the job. It just wasn't included in the job description. Somewhere between the dishwashers who weren't entirely sure where to return certain dishes ("Okay, I picked up this pan from the Salads on Tuesday, but yesterday I got it from Bistro?")and the people who weren't entirely sure where things were suppose to be stored at ("The scooper? Check Salads, if it's not there, try the Dish, and if it's not there, try the pot room in the back kitchen) there were always some things to be found.
Why is it that we never have organized scavenger hunts?
But I digress. The gist of my first time in the kitchen involved me carrying dishes of eggs around to Benny Goodman, played over the speaker, and a later task involving the refrigerator and hundreds of slices of cheese.
20060620
Memoirs: DC Humor
As promised, here I'll start to go back and start as things generally start--that is, at the beginning.
Working at the DC requires job training.
It requires tapes on food sanitation and customer service that made me unsure of whether I should be banging my head against the table or laughing hysterically. Neither choice, though fitting, was appropriate at the time since there was always someone from the Human Resource Center there, as the "instructor." They were very nice and friendly each time, of course, and very insistent about doing their job right. However, I'm convinced that they have no idea what it's like to WORK in the DC, especially during the Rush (a term refering to the golden hours from around 6-7:30pm, where people come in groups of hundreds--and I'm not even joking). Which went a long way to explain why we have to fill out worksheets on the proper response to give to a customer when he/she is receiving his/her food.
In real life, you seldom have more than time to flash a smile (if you feel like you're up to it).
Then there's the other pleasantries, I suppose I should call them, such as something along the lines of making a eye contact with the customer when he/she is at about 10 ft away, and smile and greet him/her at a distance that's either five or three feet (don't remember exactly, and now I don't NEED to remember).
The Human Resource People--the ones who does the initial interviews and training, are very friendly--and a little too assumping. The Inspector video tapes (especially that one with the mad scientist and HACCIP or whatever the acronym was) are funny though. If you happen to like really, really, really cheesy jokes being made on food preparation and watch people who are not that talented actors pretend to be stupid.
Whoo-ee. Yes, it's as exciting as it sounds, and the training has to be renewed each year. (Which I found out much to my chagrin because if I'd known it ahead of time I wouldn't have gotten myself hired in December so I'd have to go through the stuff TWICE in two quarters). It cannot conflict with your regular shifts or your classes, and each class is only offered so many times at certain times, so you get all the joy of planning it out. Each DC's workers have to complete their renewal training before a certain date (ours was before Spring Quarter started). And at the end of each lovely hour-long sessions (there're multiple so--more fun with agenda) you come out feeling a little bleary, but knowing full well now that you ought to NEVER lean on the counters while working, slouch or in any other way look grumpy, and CHANGE YOUR GLOVES WHENEVER YOU TOUCH ANYTHING ELSE BESIDES THE FOOD THAT YOU ARE SERVING. (Sorry, but if you've had that reminded to you as many times as it had been reminded to me, you'd type in all caps too.)
But, if you're lucky, your "instructor" will turn out to be the nice ones who let you have a candy bar on your way out of your job-training sessions.
Next memoir--the first day of work.
Working at the DC requires job training.
It requires tapes on food sanitation and customer service that made me unsure of whether I should be banging my head against the table or laughing hysterically. Neither choice, though fitting, was appropriate at the time since there was always someone from the Human Resource Center there, as the "instructor." They were very nice and friendly each time, of course, and very insistent about doing their job right. However, I'm convinced that they have no idea what it's like to WORK in the DC, especially during the Rush (a term refering to the golden hours from around 6-7:30pm, where people come in groups of hundreds--and I'm not even joking). Which went a long way to explain why we have to fill out worksheets on the proper response to give to a customer when he/she is receiving his/her food.
In real life, you seldom have more than time to flash a smile (if you feel like you're up to it).
Then there's the other pleasantries, I suppose I should call them, such as something along the lines of making a eye contact with the customer when he/she is at about 10 ft away, and smile and greet him/her at a distance that's either five or three feet (don't remember exactly, and now I don't NEED to remember).
The Human Resource People--the ones who does the initial interviews and training, are very friendly--and a little too assumping. The Inspector video tapes (especially that one with the mad scientist and HACCIP or whatever the acronym was) are funny though. If you happen to like really, really, really cheesy jokes being made on food preparation and watch people who are not that talented actors pretend to be stupid.
Whoo-ee. Yes, it's as exciting as it sounds, and the training has to be renewed each year. (Which I found out much to my chagrin because if I'd known it ahead of time I wouldn't have gotten myself hired in December so I'd have to go through the stuff TWICE in two quarters). It cannot conflict with your regular shifts or your classes, and each class is only offered so many times at certain times, so you get all the joy of planning it out. Each DC's workers have to complete their renewal training before a certain date (ours was before Spring Quarter started). And at the end of each lovely hour-long sessions (there're multiple so--more fun with agenda) you come out feeling a little bleary, but knowing full well now that you ought to NEVER lean on the counters while working, slouch or in any other way look grumpy, and CHANGE YOUR GLOVES WHENEVER YOU TOUCH ANYTHING ELSE BESIDES THE FOOD THAT YOU ARE SERVING. (Sorry, but if you've had that reminded to you as many times as it had been reminded to me, you'd type in all caps too.)
But, if you're lucky, your "instructor" will turn out to be the nice ones who let you have a candy bar on your way out of your job-training sessions.
Next memoir--the first day of work.
20060618
Recap: Back...
...among the living. Sort of.
There are currently four boxes, one bag, one suitcase, and two backpacks on the floor in my bedroom. This is not taking into account the box for the printer and the various papers strew around. It is messy, in an understatement, and after some consistent effort on my part I've reduced the number of boxes, over the weekend, by the grand total number of ONE.
The general effects of unpacking, cleaning, and then repacking includes considerable amounts of headaches, sweat (as that the weather here seemed to have gotten a lot warmer since I came back), and an unaccountable inhalation of microparticles of what must be paper. We can pretend it's paper. Unless there's something else very significant mixed in it in which case we'll find out it's effects, eventually.
Friday was computer maintanence, mostly, and going through all the photos. Saturday was going with Kate to Davis and getting the apartment contract settled--sort of. Sunday is today and involved, as foresaid, boxes.
But also, as said, I've gone through my camera so here're some pictures!
This is the project I made for the IS class, which I titled "the Inner Child", and is a functioning lampshade. If you turn the lamp off the only word you can see is "ADULT".
This the IS exhibit that the project is for. We got there early (as those of you who'd been following this may recall), and rearranged all the furnitures that way, arranged the tables, set out the projects...
...and goofed off with tape. Fun with masking tape. Those things are dead useful. I'm of the personal opinion that everyone who goes to college should own a roll.
Also, THANK YOU LUSINE FOR THE ID! I have now an official validation of geekdom, complete with fancy lettering and a goat in the background, and I'll never even need to wait in line for license renewal since the ID expires something along the time of when "the root of negative one is no longer imaginary."
I ought to print it out. And stick it on top of my drivers license. Not that people need the warning since my integral shirt is none-too-subtle already.
There are currently four boxes, one bag, one suitcase, and two backpacks on the floor in my bedroom. This is not taking into account the box for the printer and the various papers strew around. It is messy, in an understatement, and after some consistent effort on my part I've reduced the number of boxes, over the weekend, by the grand total number of ONE.
The general effects of unpacking, cleaning, and then repacking includes considerable amounts of headaches, sweat (as that the weather here seemed to have gotten a lot warmer since I came back), and an unaccountable inhalation of microparticles of what must be paper. We can pretend it's paper. Unless there's something else very significant mixed in it in which case we'll find out it's effects, eventually.
Friday was computer maintanence, mostly, and going through all the photos. Saturday was going with Kate to Davis and getting the apartment contract settled--sort of. Sunday is today and involved, as foresaid, boxes.
But also, as said, I've gone through my camera so here're some pictures!
This is the project I made for the IS class, which I titled "the Inner Child", and is a functioning lampshade. If you turn the lamp off the only word you can see is "ADULT".
This the IS exhibit that the project is for. We got there early (as those of you who'd been following this may recall), and rearranged all the furnitures that way, arranged the tables, set out the projects...
...and goofed off with tape. Fun with masking tape. Those things are dead useful. I'm of the personal opinion that everyone who goes to college should own a roll.
Also, THANK YOU LUSINE FOR THE ID! I have now an official validation of geekdom, complete with fancy lettering and a goat in the background, and I'll never even need to wait in line for license renewal since the ID expires something along the time of when "the root of negative one is no longer imaginary."
I ought to print it out. And stick it on top of my drivers license. Not that people need the warning since my integral shirt is none-too-subtle already.
20060616
Recap: Lists
For those of you who likes data and lists:
1. Account of stuff found inside my backpack at the end of the year, after a period of neglect (stuff that I stuck in there for moving out not included.)
-1 1 ½ ft long cat 5 cable (for internet)
-1 copy of campus map, much rumpled
-1 hardcover notebook, worn at edges
-programme from the IS Shakespearian play
-1 old chem. test, folded lengthwise
-1 agenda, with various papers and post-its stuck inside
-1 pair chem. goggles
-1 camera, with bag
-1 glasses case with glasses wiper inside, much neglected
-ti 83 calculator, much neglected (used only twice this year, and only for chem. because our teacher is picky and won’t let us make the simplification that the book uses)
-1 small green memo book (yep, same one from last year), in a VERY abused condition with only 6 pages left
-1 Jason Webley & Hillstomp entertainment flyer, from a very insistent solicitor in front of the bookstore, very crumpled
-1 crumpled receipt for Uhu adhesive, purchased as requested by IS teacher
-1 chunk of Uhu adhesive, 5% used, 10% flattened, and 15% stuck to random things
-1 empty bag of pocket pack tissues, left over from my flu-days
-7 paper cranes, crumpled almost beyond recognition
-1 receipt for sweatshirt, as a result of the continuing credit-card crises which will take too long to explain here
-1 penny, stuck to Uhu
-glasses
-ticket stub from YBCA galleries in San Francisco, from IS field trip
-business card from the manager of next year’s apartment, with pen & pencil marks and a huge dent in the middle of the card
-3 old coughdrops, also left over from flu days
-2 rubber bands
-3 mechanical pencils
-1 pen, found in chem. lecture that I kept because it doesn’t work but has a very interestingly shaped barrel
-1 slip of paper, with email address on it, that I should probably respond to before next Friday
-1 eraser
-1 wooden pencil, with most of the pain scratched off
-8 pennies, 6 quarters, 4 dime and 2 nickels, not stuck to anything
-crumpled peeled-off barcode from an old IS course reader
-cellphone
-1 wallet, with proper ID and stuff inside
-casio scientific calculator
-1 pack of pocket pack tissues, 1/5 used
-1 ball point pen, black
-1 rechargeable AAA battery
-1 origami bookmark, also crumpled
-9 pennies, 5 dimes, 2 quarters and 1 nickel in the “change” pocket
2. some numbers about freshman year finances
-college fees (including textbook, dorm/DC fees, tape, scantrons, batteries, and health insurance):
Fall quarter: 6853.55
Winter quarter: 6091.78
Spring quarter: 6128.81
-other expenses (clothes, movies, presents, laundry, etc.): average at 182.06 per month (including the cost of my laptop)
[Going home and sleeping for 12 hours without interruption: priceless.]
3. computer space occupation
-dedicated to academics 131MB
-everything else (pictures, music files, writings, etc.) 778 MB
And it goes on from there.
1. Account of stuff found inside my backpack at the end of the year, after a period of neglect (stuff that I stuck in there for moving out not included.)
-1 1 ½ ft long cat 5 cable (for internet)
-1 copy of campus map, much rumpled
-1 hardcover notebook, worn at edges
-programme from the IS Shakespearian play
-1 old chem. test, folded lengthwise
-1 agenda, with various papers and post-its stuck inside
-1 pair chem. goggles
-1 camera, with bag
-1 glasses case with glasses wiper inside, much neglected
-ti 83 calculator, much neglected (used only twice this year, and only for chem. because our teacher is picky and won’t let us make the simplification that the book uses)
-1 small green memo book (yep, same one from last year), in a VERY abused condition with only 6 pages left
-1 Jason Webley & Hillstomp entertainment flyer, from a very insistent solicitor in front of the bookstore, very crumpled
-1 crumpled receipt for Uhu adhesive, purchased as requested by IS teacher
-1 chunk of Uhu adhesive, 5% used, 10% flattened, and 15% stuck to random things
-1 empty bag of pocket pack tissues, left over from my flu-days
-7 paper cranes, crumpled almost beyond recognition
-1 receipt for sweatshirt, as a result of the continuing credit-card crises which will take too long to explain here
-1 penny, stuck to Uhu
-glasses
-ticket stub from YBCA galleries in San Francisco, from IS field trip
-business card from the manager of next year’s apartment, with pen & pencil marks and a huge dent in the middle of the card
-3 old coughdrops, also left over from flu days
-2 rubber bands
-3 mechanical pencils
-1 pen, found in chem. lecture that I kept because it doesn’t work but has a very interestingly shaped barrel
-1 slip of paper, with email address on it, that I should probably respond to before next Friday
-1 eraser
-1 wooden pencil, with most of the pain scratched off
-8 pennies, 6 quarters, 4 dime and 2 nickels, not stuck to anything
-crumpled peeled-off barcode from an old IS course reader
-cellphone
-1 wallet, with proper ID and stuff inside
-casio scientific calculator
-1 pack of pocket pack tissues, 1/5 used
-1 ball point pen, black
-1 rechargeable AAA battery
-1 origami bookmark, also crumpled
-9 pennies, 5 dimes, 2 quarters and 1 nickel in the “change” pocket
2. some numbers about freshman year finances
-college fees (including textbook, dorm/DC fees, tape, scantrons, batteries, and health insurance):
Fall quarter: 6853.55
Winter quarter: 6091.78
Spring quarter: 6128.81
-other expenses (clothes, movies, presents, laundry, etc.): average at 182.06 per month (including the cost of my laptop)
[Going home and sleeping for 12 hours without interruption: priceless.]
3. computer space occupation
-dedicated to academics 131MB
-everything else (pictures, music files, writings, etc.) 778 MB
And it goes on from there.
20060615
Recap: Last night
In both senses, and this is how it went:
Packing and cleaning up stuff until tired, and then went to clean up my inboxes of emails accumulated since September (something like a thousand emails) so that most of the major stuff is done by when I went to bed at 10-something. Molly has taken to sleeping from 2am-12pm the past few days so I didn't want to wake her in the morning by packing.
Fell asleep, as was tired.
Roommate stumbles back at around 2am with a guy and instructed him to prop the door open as that there's no light (by which she meant lamp, I think) and the guy asked very loudly if her roommate (me) is in here to which she replied that I was in my bed and then he turned on the room light (white ceiling light) for I don't know why until my roommate turned it off or something (not very clear at this point, still too groggy) and then they left.
Roommate returns at 5am, doing something that involved a crinkly wrapper.
Roommate returns at 6ish and starts packing, at which time I remembered that I'd asked her when she was leaving and she was actually leaving before I was, her mother's coming at 10am today, and she has a lot more to pack than I do. At which point I got up and finished packing. (Yeah, ironic, but I'm done with packing early now.)
I'm at my minimum hour of sleep right now and this has been a trying week. Pretend I'm dead from 9pm today until 9am tomorrow because I plan to sleep for 12 hours without interruptions.
And then?
More cleaning, of course, of everything that I've brought back.
So ends freshman year. The dorm looks very sad and empty with half of the people gone and all the bulletin (we have to clear those before we leave) and doors bare, and an occasional scrap of something fluttering across the hall, left over from whomever had just moved out.
Packing and cleaning up stuff until tired, and then went to clean up my inboxes of emails accumulated since September (something like a thousand emails) so that most of the major stuff is done by when I went to bed at 10-something. Molly has taken to sleeping from 2am-12pm the past few days so I didn't want to wake her in the morning by packing.
Fell asleep, as was tired.
Roommate stumbles back at around 2am with a guy and instructed him to prop the door open as that there's no light (by which she meant lamp, I think) and the guy asked very loudly if her roommate (me) is in here to which she replied that I was in my bed and then he turned on the room light (white ceiling light) for I don't know why until my roommate turned it off or something (not very clear at this point, still too groggy) and then they left.
Roommate returns at 5am, doing something that involved a crinkly wrapper.
Roommate returns at 6ish and starts packing, at which time I remembered that I'd asked her when she was leaving and she was actually leaving before I was, her mother's coming at 10am today, and she has a lot more to pack than I do. At which point I got up and finished packing. (Yeah, ironic, but I'm done with packing early now.)
I'm at my minimum hour of sleep right now and this has been a trying week. Pretend I'm dead from 9pm today until 9am tomorrow because I plan to sleep for 12 hours without interruptions.
And then?
More cleaning, of course, of everything that I've brought back.
So ends freshman year. The dorm looks very sad and empty with half of the people gone and all the bulletin (we have to clear those before we leave) and doors bare, and an occasional scrap of something fluttering across the hall, left over from whomever had just moved out.
20060614
Recap: Untitled
Foresee a rant about the ineffectiveness of certain professors in the near future. Meanwhile:
1 day, 1 final, and a whole lot of packing and cleaning left.
[edit 18:26]
I've talked with more acquintainces today than my entire year here, for some reason.
Alright, so bio felt okay, chem was MUY horrible (as in messed up a 20 pt question horrible), but I have done the best I can under the given circumstances and I'm not going to think about it anymore.
So now, 1 day, and a whole lot of packing and cleaning left.
Sigh.
Let summer begin already. Hem.
1 day, 1 final, and a whole lot of packing and cleaning left.
[edit 18:26]
I've talked with more acquintainces today than my entire year here, for some reason.
Alright, so bio felt okay, chem was MUY horrible (as in messed up a 20 pt question horrible), but I have done the best I can under the given circumstances and I'm not going to think about it anymore.
So now, 1 day, and a whole lot of packing and cleaning left.
Sigh.
Let summer begin already. Hem.
20060613
Recap: Untitled
The weather have been going progressively downhill. I hear we're having a below the norm temp here, but if it's that way here, then I'd hazard that it's pretty much the same for this region of California. Temperature trends operate on the macro, not microclimate level.
Art prof dropped off our sketch books today, and I get to be special and get the blue envelope in a mail container full of tan-colored ones (which actually meant nothing special except, perhaps, that she ran out of normal colored envelopes)...but the grade isn't posted it. Which I'm not actually worried about because this is one class that I refuse to fret about.
Finally grasped the concept of solubility problems, with the tests being about a day away. I'd be lying if I said it made me less stressful. I'd also be lying if I said I don't look forward to going home, but that's pretty much a thwack to the head at this point.
I need more time to put my thoughts together--more time than I can currently afford but, as the poem goes: "There will be time, there will be time..."
Summer, even for me, is on its way. Cheers!
2 days, 2 finals, and a whole lot of packing and cleaning left.
Art prof dropped off our sketch books today, and I get to be special and get the blue envelope in a mail container full of tan-colored ones (which actually meant nothing special except, perhaps, that she ran out of normal colored envelopes)...but the grade isn't posted it. Which I'm not actually worried about because this is one class that I refuse to fret about.
Finally grasped the concept of solubility problems, with the tests being about a day away. I'd be lying if I said it made me less stressful. I'd also be lying if I said I don't look forward to going home, but that's pretty much a thwack to the head at this point.
I need more time to put my thoughts together--more time than I can currently afford but, as the poem goes: "There will be time, there will be time..."
Summer, even for me, is on its way. Cheers!
2 days, 2 finals, and a whole lot of packing and cleaning left.
20060612
Recap: But is the ketchup right side up?
So yes, because I DID, in fact, fill in my summer availability form on time and did, in fact, give sufficient warning for the two weeks, I managed to get out of Tuesday which means that I won't have to indulge in any more masochistic tendencies than strictly necessary on Wednesday. And therefore yesterday was my last day at work, along with a few others. There were goodbyes, and short speeches. Craig and Dan gave me a group hug goodbye (a good thing that I've finally gotten over the hugging thing because otherwise that would've been REALLY awkward) and I took two pictures that, hopefully, will turn out.
And hello Albert, I see you've found the url alright. I don't plan on starting the DC humor until post-finals because finals does weird things to my head. I'll be stopping the one-post a day rule on the last day of school (i.e. Thursday). Mechling ought to be satisfied--I don't think any other frosh-doc-ers kept up the post-a-day for the ENTIRE school year. Meanwhile, starting next week, I'll start reaccounting more of my freshman-year experience. Being no longer involved with either the DC or the dorms, I hope to speak more candidly (and therefore be probably a lot more entertaining to most of you readers). Look for the the posts, they'll be titled "Memoirs" instead of "Recap."
I'll be posting frequently, if a bit erratically.
But yes, Ketchup, Salt, AND THEN Pepper is just one of the many jokes there are, like the What's In the Flower Vase Today, or the Look What I Found In the Dishroom--and then there're the dorm's Really Awkward Not-Quite-Silences, and Floor Alias...all in good time.
Meanwhile it's phylogeny and solubility constants for me, though not at the same time. I hope. Not yet at least.
[edit 11:27]
Grievance: It's entirely unfair of the teacher to ask us to know the spelling of the names when HE mispells them. It's cephalAspidomorphi and not cephalOspidomorphi, for goodness's sake.
And hello Albert, I see you've found the url alright. I don't plan on starting the DC humor until post-finals because finals does weird things to my head. I'll be stopping the one-post a day rule on the last day of school (i.e. Thursday). Mechling ought to be satisfied--I don't think any other frosh-doc-ers kept up the post-a-day for the ENTIRE school year. Meanwhile, starting next week, I'll start reaccounting more of my freshman-year experience. Being no longer involved with either the DC or the dorms, I hope to speak more candidly (and therefore be probably a lot more entertaining to most of you readers). Look for the the posts, they'll be titled "Memoirs" instead of "Recap."
I'll be posting frequently, if a bit erratically.
But yes, Ketchup, Salt, AND THEN Pepper is just one of the many jokes there are, like the What's In the Flower Vase Today, or the Look What I Found In the Dishroom--and then there're the dorm's Really Awkward Not-Quite-Silences, and Floor Alias...all in good time.
Meanwhile it's phylogeny and solubility constants for me, though not at the same time. I hope. Not yet at least.
[edit 11:27]
Grievance: It's entirely unfair of the teacher to ask us to know the spelling of the names when HE mispells them. It's cephalAspidomorphi and not cephalOspidomorphi, for goodness's sake.
20060611
Recap: Untitled
It's ironic how I seem to do better with empirical science, considering the fact that my favorite is the other type. Perhaps it's just the fact of there being a strict right and wrong answer that I'm good with. Or at least, comparatively good with, since most of the said science classes grade on curves.
But the other type of science is SO much more interesting...even if my grade doesn't seem to reflect my level of enthusiasm. Probably because with this kind of science, everything depends not on the answer, but on how you present the answer, and I have yet to learn how to convey my ideas successfully with a clock ticking over my head (sometimes literally, depending on the seating).
Let's see...today the first group of people begin to move out (first round of finals began, after all, on Friday). I'm feeling nostalgic already (in between the cramming). Part of it is for the people, even the ones I'm not friends with, because after all, we've shared a year-long experience together and that creates a bonding of sorts. Most of it, however, is just nostalgia of time. Another year is passing (have passed, come Thursday). It makes me think of the Garfield comic strip in which the owner, John, says, "Time marches on" upon which Garfield stretched out both of his arms and goes "Come back!"
Hear, hear, Garfield.
And apparently yesterday's Queen's Birthday in England. Poor Zach, if he stayed in England he would've gotten the day off instead of spending it studying for his finals, as he is wont to do.
4 days, 2 finals, and a whole lot of cleaning & packing left.
But the other type of science is SO much more interesting...even if my grade doesn't seem to reflect my level of enthusiasm. Probably because with this kind of science, everything depends not on the answer, but on how you present the answer, and I have yet to learn how to convey my ideas successfully with a clock ticking over my head (sometimes literally, depending on the seating).
Let's see...today the first group of people begin to move out (first round of finals began, after all, on Friday). I'm feeling nostalgic already (in between the cramming). Part of it is for the people, even the ones I'm not friends with, because after all, we've shared a year-long experience together and that creates a bonding of sorts. Most of it, however, is just nostalgia of time. Another year is passing (have passed, come Thursday). It makes me think of the Garfield comic strip in which the owner, John, says, "Time marches on" upon which Garfield stretched out both of his arms and goes "Come back!"
Hear, hear, Garfield.
And apparently yesterday's Queen's Birthday in England. Poor Zach, if he stayed in England he would've gotten the day off instead of spending it studying for his finals, as he is wont to do.
4 days, 2 finals, and a whole lot of cleaning & packing left.
20060610
Recap: Vienna and hail mary
IS play is very awesome. I think Measure for Measure will be tying for place as my favorite shakespearian play right now, and I haven't even read it yet (though now I definitely will have to). It's actually the first modern interpretation that I've seen that worked. Also, we have some really good actors. I haven't laughed like that for a while.
With that being said--bring on the rest of the week! Er. As in the next 7 day period.
[edit 18:05]
6 days, 2 finals, and all that.
Came across this comic whilst online. It's unexpectedly original...and all about sheep.
With that being said--bring on the rest of the week! Er. As in the next 7 day period.
[edit 18:05]
6 days, 2 finals, and all that.
Came across this comic whilst online. It's unexpectedly original...and all about sheep.
20060609
Recap: And that guy cartwheeled back to his seat...
Graduation is a lot more fun when you're not in it, that's my conclusion. It was a bit rushed, of course, and finding people turned out to be quite a headache because everyone's dressed EXACTLY ALIKE and most people are also wearing sunglasses. Christine was easy to find, because she was in the front, but the other two.... Anna must've gotten so sick of me going "Where's Kate--either one of them?" for something like 80% of the graduation. And then finding people afterwards is...well...pretty much like last year. We (Anna and I) found Christine twice, found Kateryna twice, but we went through the entire field four times without finding Kate. Proving that, while tall, she's not nearly tall enough to be easily spotted during the chaos that followed. The fact that people are moving does not help.
Also, the hat toss looks very awesome when you're not in it. I videotaped that part but, as forewarned, will not get around to uploading and editing and so on until post finals.
With that said, I'd like to congratulate the class of '06 ("they've made it". Hem).
CONGRATULATIONS!
Meanwhile, this is my schedule for the next few days, subject to change as always though hopefully not by too much.
Sat: final @ 1:30-3:30pm
Sun: IS final meeting @ 3:30-5:00pm; work, 5:15-9:30pm
Mon: chem review session @ 4-6pm
Tue: work, 5:30-9:30pm
Wed: final @ 10:30-12:30am, 4-6pm
Thu: Dorm check out & lock down
May not be online as much these few days, but will still check email obsessively as that teacher have not send us the room number for TOMORROW's final yet.
6 days, 3 finals, and a whole lot of packing and cleaning left.
Onwards and upwards.
[edit 10:28]
Speaking of the devil...
06/08/2006 - Previous final exam room assignments had an error. New file posted under Handouts.
[edit 16:15]
For both obvious and not so obvious reasons, I'll be going to the IS production of Measure for Measure tonight. Should be nice.
Also, the hat toss looks very awesome when you're not in it. I videotaped that part but, as forewarned, will not get around to uploading and editing and so on until post finals.
With that said, I'd like to congratulate the class of '06 ("they've made it". Hem).
CONGRATULATIONS!
Meanwhile, this is my schedule for the next few days, subject to change as always though hopefully not by too much.
Sat: final @ 1:30-3:30pm
Sun: IS final meeting @ 3:30-5:00pm; work, 5:15-9:30pm
Mon: chem review session @ 4-6pm
Tue: work, 5:30-9:30pm
Wed: final @ 10:30-12:30am, 4-6pm
Thu: Dorm check out & lock down
May not be online as much these few days, but will still check email obsessively as that teacher have not send us the room number for TOMORROW's final yet.
6 days, 3 finals, and a whole lot of packing and cleaning left.
Onwards and upwards.
[edit 10:28]
Speaking of the devil...
06/08/2006 - Previous final exam room assignments had an error. New file posted under Handouts.
[edit 16:15]
For both obvious and not so obvious reasons, I'll be going to the IS production of Measure for Measure tonight. Should be nice.
20060606
Recap: Untitled
Morning doing chem (IS class stopped after the exhibition, since that was our final), and then got up to get lunch only to discover that, for some reason, my right foot was cramping. Prolonged period of chemistry usually induce pain in the head-neck region, and I spent the entire lunch pondering what did I do to obtain this condition in the first place. My conclusion? Haven't a clue. Nada.
Is anyone else finding the human body an extremely awkward and unfathomable thing?
Sigh. It's just me, isn't it?
Molly's mother came over the other night to help her clean & begin packing her stuff away in boxes. I have the boxes, I'm thinking I may need more tape though. Tape is your friend. Unless it's that roll of tape that tried to eat Mike's sweatshirt in which case I don't know what to say. Sweatshirts aren't usually very nutritious?
Have to clean up a bit, organize my notes, and buy train tickets. Not necessarily in that order.
Is anyone else finding the human body an extremely awkward and unfathomable thing?
Sigh. It's just me, isn't it?
Molly's mother came over the other night to help her clean & begin packing her stuff away in boxes. I have the boxes, I'm thinking I may need more tape though. Tape is your friend. Unless it's that roll of tape that tried to eat Mike's sweatshirt in which case I don't know what to say. Sweatshirts aren't usually very nutritious?
Have to clean up a bit, organize my notes, and buy train tickets. Not necessarily in that order.
20060605
Recap: Untitled
This is the point where I start resenting my bio professor. Considering the fact that we're trying to memorize the name of animals--and that includes organisms that you didn't THINK are aniamls in the first place and animals that the SCIENTISTS aren't sure if they're animals--you'd think that the professor might try to make our lives easier, as that we're doing an overall theme of evolution, of covering the material by the order of their evolutionary history/lineage.
He shouldn't have done single-celled animals after we spent an entire quarter on multicelled organisms, and he should not have finished the course with the origin of multicellular organisms. This takes the whole disjuncted coverage of material to a new level that even the professor's sense of humor was not enough to save. I feel peevish. And mildly distressed because now I have to reorganize MY thoughts on the material so I can actually remember them in time for the final.
End rant.
Otherwise, the weather's very nice and the exhibition was a sucess, even though having actual artists there was... slightly intimidating. That's one down and three more to go.
[edit 11:19]
Here to impart more insanity.
See those orange dots? Those are the 'animals'.
Zooxanthellae.
He shouldn't have done single-celled animals after we spent an entire quarter on multicelled organisms, and he should not have finished the course with the origin of multicellular organisms. This takes the whole disjuncted coverage of material to a new level that even the professor's sense of humor was not enough to save. I feel peevish. And mildly distressed because now I have to reorganize MY thoughts on the material so I can actually remember them in time for the final.
End rant.
Otherwise, the weather's very nice and the exhibition was a sucess, even though having actual artists there was... slightly intimidating. That's one down and three more to go.
[edit 11:19]
Here to impart more insanity.
See those orange dots? Those are the 'animals'.
Zooxanthellae.
20060604
Recap: Population increase
So there're news going around that next year, they are going to try to fit three people per room at Miller.
Now our room is considered relatively spacious, among the college dorms, but fitting three people per room is pushing the limits. I'm not even sure how it will even work out with the furnishing. There will have to be a bunk bed, that's for sure, and the other bed will have to be lofted so a desk can fit underneath it because along with the extra bed you'd have to make room for an extra desk, extra chair, and extra wardrobe.
That's not counting all the stuff that each student brings in.
Not only that, but there're also news that the IS program will be installed in Thompson and Alder's too (the other two newer buildings next to Miller)...all at three people per room. That's a lot of ISers for next year. (Compared to our...what? about 100ish this year? That's 100 + 1/3 of 100...times 3....) But even THAT's not all. The IS program is expanded because it works by percentage...and I've heard that there're so many new freshman next year that there's going to be about 700 students with no dorm room. (Davis has a policy that guarantees housing for freshman, so I have no idea what they're going to do to maintain that policy.) Lillian will testify: usually if you're a freshman in good standing you can inquire to stay in the dorms for the following (soph) year, and usually they say yes (also, not many people make these sort of requests). This year it's been negations so far.
I've heard that the UC enrollment will have to increase for the next year...but THIS much? Eh?
11 days, 4 finals, and lots of packing and cleaning.
[edit: 11:55]
Har.
Now our room is considered relatively spacious, among the college dorms, but fitting three people per room is pushing the limits. I'm not even sure how it will even work out with the furnishing. There will have to be a bunk bed, that's for sure, and the other bed will have to be lofted so a desk can fit underneath it because along with the extra bed you'd have to make room for an extra desk, extra chair, and extra wardrobe.
That's not counting all the stuff that each student brings in.
Not only that, but there're also news that the IS program will be installed in Thompson and Alder's too (the other two newer buildings next to Miller)...all at three people per room. That's a lot of ISers for next year. (Compared to our...what? about 100ish this year? That's 100 + 1/3 of 100...times 3....) But even THAT's not all. The IS program is expanded because it works by percentage...and I've heard that there're so many new freshman next year that there's going to be about 700 students with no dorm room. (Davis has a policy that guarantees housing for freshman, so I have no idea what they're going to do to maintain that policy.) Lillian will testify: usually if you're a freshman in good standing you can inquire to stay in the dorms for the following (soph) year, and usually they say yes (also, not many people make these sort of requests). This year it's been negations so far.
I've heard that the UC enrollment will have to increase for the next year...but THIS much? Eh?
11 days, 4 finals, and lots of packing and cleaning.
[edit: 11:55]
Har.
20060603
Recap: Events, events
The IS banquet was very nice. Most of it took place outside, so I even managed to get a few picture which hopefully will turn out for the best. We even had entertainment. David the guitar guy performed, as well as the three story tellers from the IS winter quarter story-telling class (and some of them even got better!).
Sooo...next week. I've started studying for o-chem already since for reasons not yet made clear to me, we covered three chapters in the first four weeks, one chapter in the following two weeks, and four chapters in the last two weeks. I feel like I need to study for it a week ahead of time because there were waaaaay too many reactions and I can't (at this point, anyway) even keep them straight in my head. Which, all things considered, is not a good sign.
Bio has unorganized lectures which constantly throws me off. (By the way, has anyone else noticed the unbelievable amounts of lewd jokes many male college professors seem to know and enjoy sharing?)And regular chem is...regular chem, which says more than any adjectives ever well.
We've gotten bulletins on cooking, we've gotten bulletins on HOW TO IRON SHIRTS, I find myself wondering whether or not we're about to get a bulletin on how to house clean in our housing office's never-ending efforts to prepare us for next year.
Step one: plug in the vacuum cleaner.
Step two: grasp the vacuum cleaner firmly....
[edit 12:03]
Taken from ch8:
"Alcohols, phenols, and others occur widely in nature and have many industrial, pharmaceutical, and biological applications. Ethanol, for instance, is a fuel additive, an industrial solvent, and a beverage..."
Urgh. This, this is a case of too much information.
Beverage? Another reason why I will not drink alcohol of any sort. Ever.
Sooo...next week. I've started studying for o-chem already since for reasons not yet made clear to me, we covered three chapters in the first four weeks, one chapter in the following two weeks, and four chapters in the last two weeks. I feel like I need to study for it a week ahead of time because there were waaaaay too many reactions and I can't (at this point, anyway) even keep them straight in my head. Which, all things considered, is not a good sign.
Bio has unorganized lectures which constantly throws me off. (By the way, has anyone else noticed the unbelievable amounts of lewd jokes many male college professors seem to know and enjoy sharing?)And regular chem is...regular chem, which says more than any adjectives ever well.
We've gotten bulletins on cooking, we've gotten bulletins on HOW TO IRON SHIRTS, I find myself wondering whether or not we're about to get a bulletin on how to house clean in our housing office's never-ending efforts to prepare us for next year.
Step one: plug in the vacuum cleaner.
Step two: grasp the vacuum cleaner firmly....
[edit 12:03]
Taken from ch8:
"Alcohols, phenols, and others occur widely in nature and have many industrial, pharmaceutical, and biological applications. Ethanol, for instance, is a fuel additive, an industrial solvent, and a beverage..."
Urgh. This, this is a case of too much information.
Beverage? Another reason why I will not drink alcohol of any sort. Ever.
20060602
Recap: Er?
Have decided to go to the banquet tonight, wish could take camera along but as it will be indoors and at night it will serve no purpose other than to increase frustration. Do not know when it will end and therefore cannot predict when/if will be online tonight. Wished can take camera to exhibition too, but idea wholly impractical for mostly the same reason. If fortunate Havish will upload his pictures and the professor may mail us all a copy.
Listed.
13 days, 4 finals, and a whole lot of packing and cleaning left.
Listed.
13 days, 4 finals, and a whole lot of packing and cleaning left.
20060601
Recap: Scheduling
My agenda should be getting a lot more attention than it has been getting, but I think I avoid half of the stuff because writing it all down will somehow many it more real and might therefore induce more stress than I necessarily need.
Usual pre-final stuff.
And no, Annie, no Ineffabella or Ineffa-anything. In fact, I wash my hands of ineffability. But three hours is better than zero, right?
Where did all the squirrels come from?
Usual pre-final stuff.
And no, Annie, no Ineffabella or Ineffa-anything. In fact, I wash my hands of ineffability. But three hours is better than zero, right?
Where did all the squirrels come from?
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