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The girl assigned to me is terribly nice and seems to be enjoying herself. She has an overhwhelmed, deer-in-the-headlights look that is terribly familiar; I saw it in the mirror at all my interviews. I'd forgotten how intense this sort of weekend is. Of course it's just a big long party for the current grad students, so this year I'm obviously much more relaxed than when I was a prospective myself.
Anyway, I took her around yesterday and made sure she got to her interviews on time. I answered her questions and talked a LOT about Yale and grad school and why I'm still here (turns out I still have a lot to say on the subject...). I took her to open office hours so she could meet one extra professor, then to Genetics Happy Hour (where there was no food left, boo), and finally to First Friday at Five at the Hall of Graduate Studies. It was chocolate-themed this month, so we sat and ate ourselves sick on dipping chocolate and things to dip in it and Mexican Hot Chocolate. Good times. Emily and I walked two recruits back to the hotel, and it... damn, what's the word for what it did? sleeted? slushed? tried to snow but really sort of drizzled wet clumps?
I walked home (in actual rain) and started watching a film about Wilco that I got on Netflix, but I fell asleep fifteen minutes in. Emily called and woke me up about an hour later, then came over, and the two of us walked to the GPSCY party together. There was a giant party for recruits and current students at the grad student bar, and I haven't been drunk in a while, so I sort of went crazy. My tolerance has greatly diminished from the lack of drinking I've done since before Christmas, so after a beer and a half I was fairly tipsy. After three beers I was definitely drunk. Happy, though. I will say that's one genetic thing I'm terribly grateful for. I very, very rarely get sad drunk.
Anyway. There was a bit of dancing and a lot of revelry, and some flirting with some boys. Joydeep walked me home and we talked about music and books and some other things that I'm sure I would remember if I'd been sober during the conversation. We finally realized it was 3:30 and I set him up with blankets and pillows so he could crash on my floor.
This morning I am hungover and happy. I feel great. Life is good. At some point last night I looked around at the dance floor, at all my drunken, happy, dancing first-year friends, and I thought to myself, "This is your life. This is amazing. I like these people, even the ones in the half the class I don't talk to. This is a good place, these are good friends, and I'm happy. This is your life and you're enjoying it!" It felt good. Last semester was so terrible and I've tried so hard to adjust and make this semester better--I think I'm doing an okay job. I feel like a happier person.
I think I'm going to go take a shower and then make pancakes.
Anyway, I took her around yesterday and made sure she got to her interviews on time. I answered her questions and talked a LOT about Yale and grad school and why I'm still here (turns out I still have a lot to say on the subject...). I took her to open office hours so she could meet one extra professor, then to Genetics Happy Hour (where there was no food left, boo), and finally to First Friday at Five at the Hall of Graduate Studies. It was chocolate-themed this month, so we sat and ate ourselves sick on dipping chocolate and things to dip in it and Mexican Hot Chocolate. Good times. Emily and I walked two recruits back to the hotel, and it... damn, what's the word for what it did? sleeted? slushed? tried to snow but really sort of drizzled wet clumps?
I walked home (in actual rain) and started watching a film about Wilco that I got on Netflix, but I fell asleep fifteen minutes in. Emily called and woke me up about an hour later, then came over, and the two of us walked to the GPSCY party together. There was a giant party for recruits and current students at the grad student bar, and I haven't been drunk in a while, so I sort of went crazy. My tolerance has greatly diminished from the lack of drinking I've done since before Christmas, so after a beer and a half I was fairly tipsy. After three beers I was definitely drunk. Happy, though. I will say that's one genetic thing I'm terribly grateful for. I very, very rarely get sad drunk.
Anyway. There was a bit of dancing and a lot of revelry, and some flirting with some boys. Joydeep walked me home and we talked about music and books and some other things that I'm sure I would remember if I'd been sober during the conversation. We finally realized it was 3:30 and I set him up with blankets and pillows so he could crash on my floor.
This morning I am hungover and happy. I feel great. Life is good. At some point last night I looked around at the dance floor, at all my drunken, happy, dancing first-year friends, and I thought to myself, "This is your life. This is amazing. I like these people, even the ones in the half the class I don't talk to. This is a good place, these are good friends, and I'm happy. This is your life and you're enjoying it!" It felt good. Last semester was so terrible and I've tried so hard to adjust and make this semester better--I think I'm doing an okay job. I feel like a happier person.
I think I'm going to go take a shower and then make pancakes.
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Date: 2007-02-03 07:02 pm (UTC)From:And, yes, I think the official word for it is Tried to Snow But Sort of Drizzled Wet Clumps. So disappointing.
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Date: 2007-02-03 08:13 pm (UTC)From:When is it going to REALLY snow? :-(