Friday, November 14, 2003
friday night at the lab.
yes, you read that correctly. it's friday night and i'm in *drumroll please* ching! the lab!! wooooo (balloons and confetti fall from ceiling on head of disillusioned graduate student). yawn.
anyway here i am. i told you all about the stupid story where i stupidly fell on my stupid face and felt like a big stupid head, right?
well i have a new one!!! gather round, kids.
yesterday, i went to the bus stop like usual. i was about ten minutes early so, like the dutifully constant-reading student that i am, i pulled out a piaget article (cough) and started reading it. i got really engrossed, or something, and looked up right as the bus was (you guessed it) passing me by! yay!!
then i looked and i realized that there was a giant hole in the sidewalk. there was a little sign there saying "board buses 15, 2, 172 1 block west" or something like that. i had been standing there for ten minutes!! ten minutes!! i could have walked one block west and back 55 times. but i stood there, like one of those people who's pretty smart but can't figure out how to operate a can opener or something. that's what i'm feeling like more and more. and i'm fairly sure that that is what grad school is supposed to do to you. it's working!! it's definitely working.
so anyway back to the story...i realize, one block west!! i can probably make it!! so i take off running, in a giant wool coat, waving the piaget paper in the air like the unbelievable dork that i have become. i get about ten feet from the bus, just as the last passenger is boarding and i say "hold the bus!!" and i'm waving the paper in the air. and running. in my giant tennis shoes. and the guy looks me right in the eye and.....(you guessed it!!) got on the bus, which immediately sped off around the corner. okay so by now i have to be to class in about fifteen minutes. which would be perfect on the bus, not so perfect on foot (by the way, my knees still hurt from the previous incident, making it difficult if not impossible for me to bend them because of the inflexibility of scabs). so i think, okay the bus kinda goes back in this neighborhood, then comes back on this street about five blocks down, i'll just run. me, run!! aaaaahahahah!!! so i take off running again, piaget in hand, sweating under my heavy coat, scarf trailing in the breeze, giant tennis shoes, scabby knees, cursing loudly. at this point, i realize, raedy, dear, you have gone insane. you have totally lost your mind. you look like one of those crazy people that cause other people to cross the street to get away from them. but anyway i keep running running running. i keep watching for the bus...no bus. no bus. no bus. i can still make it run run run. then, i see the bus. it's come to a newly-red light, though. i keep running, i can make it, yeah!!! wooooooo! light turns green. bus speeds off. i wave paper and commence chase once again and so forth. in the end, i ended up walking to school. i made it on time for my class too (in which i had to turn in a 14 page paper which i had, of course, waited until the night before to write). my butt and thigh muscles were twitching throughout the class though (for those of you who are interested in the behavior of my butt and thigh muscles). so anyway that was my stupid move as of lately.
today i got my statistics midterm back and uh i dont wanna brag but booyah!! who gets an A+ on a statistics test, really? come on guys, that's impossible. haha. once again confirming my status of "queen of statistics". sigh. actually after i got the test back i felt a little sick. i don't know why. i should have been thrilled, right? but i was freaked out. for absolutely no reason. i guess i was worried about the score although i didn't know i was worried. then when i got it back, instead of being relieved, i was just kind of letdown. i don't really understand it. and i looked at some other people who had gotten their tests back and looked like they were going to puke. grad school is really stressful. and i think it's a little underhandedly competitive too, which i really hate. but i think i can roll with the dorkiest of them. and i'm actually enjoying it in some masochistic way. sigh.
oh well i have to go and do something. i dont know what but i have plenty of work to do.
look for photos sometimes. i will post on here when i put up photos so you can know to expect them.
and for those of you who need a simplified version of this blog (like my little sister did), you can find it at this location.
toodles, poodles.
yes, you read that correctly. it's friday night and i'm in *drumroll please* ching! the lab!! wooooo (balloons and confetti fall from ceiling on head of disillusioned graduate student). yawn.
anyway here i am. i told you all about the stupid story where i stupidly fell on my stupid face and felt like a big stupid head, right?
well i have a new one!!! gather round, kids.
yesterday, i went to the bus stop like usual. i was about ten minutes early so, like the dutifully constant-reading student that i am, i pulled out a piaget article (cough) and started reading it. i got really engrossed, or something, and looked up right as the bus was (you guessed it) passing me by! yay!!
then i looked and i realized that there was a giant hole in the sidewalk. there was a little sign there saying "board buses 15, 2, 172 1 block west" or something like that. i had been standing there for ten minutes!! ten minutes!! i could have walked one block west and back 55 times. but i stood there, like one of those people who's pretty smart but can't figure out how to operate a can opener or something. that's what i'm feeling like more and more. and i'm fairly sure that that is what grad school is supposed to do to you. it's working!! it's definitely working.
so anyway back to the story...i realize, one block west!! i can probably make it!! so i take off running, in a giant wool coat, waving the piaget paper in the air like the unbelievable dork that i have become. i get about ten feet from the bus, just as the last passenger is boarding and i say "hold the bus!!" and i'm waving the paper in the air. and running. in my giant tennis shoes. and the guy looks me right in the eye and.....(you guessed it!!) got on the bus, which immediately sped off around the corner. okay so by now i have to be to class in about fifteen minutes. which would be perfect on the bus, not so perfect on foot (by the way, my knees still hurt from the previous incident, making it difficult if not impossible for me to bend them because of the inflexibility of scabs). so i think, okay the bus kinda goes back in this neighborhood, then comes back on this street about five blocks down, i'll just run. me, run!! aaaaahahahah!!! so i take off running again, piaget in hand, sweating under my heavy coat, scarf trailing in the breeze, giant tennis shoes, scabby knees, cursing loudly. at this point, i realize, raedy, dear, you have gone insane. you have totally lost your mind. you look like one of those crazy people that cause other people to cross the street to get away from them. but anyway i keep running running running. i keep watching for the bus...no bus. no bus. no bus. i can still make it run run run. then, i see the bus. it's come to a newly-red light, though. i keep running, i can make it, yeah!!! wooooooo! light turns green. bus speeds off. i wave paper and commence chase once again and so forth. in the end, i ended up walking to school. i made it on time for my class too (in which i had to turn in a 14 page paper which i had, of course, waited until the night before to write). my butt and thigh muscles were twitching throughout the class though (for those of you who are interested in the behavior of my butt and thigh muscles). so anyway that was my stupid move as of lately.
today i got my statistics midterm back and uh i dont wanna brag but booyah!! who gets an A+ on a statistics test, really? come on guys, that's impossible. haha. once again confirming my status of "queen of statistics". sigh. actually after i got the test back i felt a little sick. i don't know why. i should have been thrilled, right? but i was freaked out. for absolutely no reason. i guess i was worried about the score although i didn't know i was worried. then when i got it back, instead of being relieved, i was just kind of letdown. i don't really understand it. and i looked at some other people who had gotten their tests back and looked like they were going to puke. grad school is really stressful. and i think it's a little underhandedly competitive too, which i really hate. but i think i can roll with the dorkiest of them. and i'm actually enjoying it in some masochistic way. sigh.
oh well i have to go and do something. i dont know what but i have plenty of work to do.
look for photos sometimes. i will post on here when i put up photos so you can know to expect them.
and for those of you who need a simplified version of this blog (like my little sister did), you can find it at this location.
toodles, poodles.
