Summer has arrived.
I was out in a t-shirt at 8 in the morning (though of course the long sleeve has to come back on within 30 minutes of stepping inside a building, the genetics room required a sweater). The weather was gorgeous. The stats professor (who is actually a PI of the lab five aisles down from where I sit) remarked that it's a great beach day and then mock-apologized to us for keeping us in. He concluded the lecture with "And now you can go to the beach."
The guys behind me were discussing whether or not to wear wet suits, because they are apparently very uncomfortable when it's this sunny out. (I don't know. I know nothing about surfing.)
One of my classmate fractured one of her fingers over the weekend playing football. (Which was kind of funny in the beginning because she's British, so I couldn't figure out if she's talking about soccer or American football. It was American football.) The sport seems to be as violent as I remembered it from PE. Learning how to correctly catch the ball seemed more important than ever.
The current lab is trying rather hard to recruit me. It makes me suspicious.
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