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May. 15th, 2007 11:28 pmWow, it gets warm and suddenly I don't have time for the internet anymore.
Summer came on my birthday. I woke up and it was warm and humid and WONDERFUL. You go outside and you're immediately sticky and last summer I HATED it, but this summer it means the return of the sun and the warmth and the opportunity to wear all my California shirts and not lug around my giant warm furry coat. BRING ON THE HUMIDITY!
My apartment, and its sad little single window, is perfectly warm and awesome during the winter, and is AN OVEN in the summer. Must... move....
My birthday was pretty good. It sort of slipped away into obscurity, but I'm trying to make myself realize that I'm no longer a) a child, b) an only child, c) having important birthdays. Twenty-two is not a landmark year, and when your birthday lands on a Wednesday you just sort of watch it slide past. But that's okay. It was actually pretty good. My parents sent me a 7.1 megapixel digital camera (the Elph by Canon), and I'm addicted to it. I took 170 pictures between Wednesday evening and Saturday evening. I deleted a good half of them (I'm going to try really hard to keep deleting the crappy ones), and uploaded a fair portion of the remainder to Facebook. I'll make another post here and put some up. I LOVE the camera. I haven't had one all year, and have wanted to take pictures of SO MANY things--New Haven, yarn, snow, my car, myself, finished knitted things, my messy apartment, et cetera. And of course I get one and immediately start taking pictures of trees. Why do I have such a fascination with trees and leaves?
Anyway.
I spent the weekend studying for my last final, which was yesterday morning. I already know I missed up a couple of questions, but I don't really care. I had an absurdly high grade going into the final, and I did FINE (finely?), so my grade should be plenty high. I just have to maintain an overall High Pass grade, and I've already got my two Honors grades, so if I get just a Pass I'll still be in the green, and to be honest I'll be somewhat surprised if I don't get an Honors.
My current lab rotation ends on Friday. Next week I'm going to start a 3-week long FOURTH rotation (or fifth, if you count the three weeks I spent sitting in a corner in the Zhong lab before I fled screaming as a rotation), this time in the Breaker lab. They're uber-famous, and uber-rich, and they study RNA, which is totally hot. My PARENTS know who Ron Breaker is (they read Scientific American, and he had an article in SA in December that my stepdad asked me about). So hopefully I'll fall madly in love with the lab, and they'll fall madly in love with me, and I'll get over the fact that there are 25 people in the lab and some of them don't have benchspace. Aaaaauuuggghhh... Meanwhile, my first choice lab might not take any grad students at all this year, and I'm panicking.
Other than that, though, I'm done with classes. Well, if I join Genetics I have to take the Genetics seminar as a second year, and I'll probably audit something like Immunology. But I'm Done. With. Classes. A lot of us are, actually, but some people will still be taking classes for grades next year, which enables me to make the following claim: I have just squished six years' worth of classes into four.
I am scientist. Hear me roar.
I came home early from lab today, slept for two hours, then got in my car and drove to North Haven to sit in a Barnes and Noble. I sat there for an indeterminate amount of time (I have no idea what time I got there-7:30?), maybe two hours-ish, reading Mason-Dixon Knitting (which I ordered last week but which has not arrived yet) and thinking about patterns and just generally hiding between the bookshelves. It felt really good; I haven't hidden in a bookstore in a long time, and the act of driving ten miles to do so made it feel like better hiding (I could have walked the four minutes to the Yale Bookstore and hidden there). Anyway, it was relaxing and I feel a bit calmer about life. And lab.
And I bought the fourth Kushiel book.
All right, off to upload pictures, and then to bed.
(P.S. The series finale of Gilmore Girls was tonight. I can't believe it's over... I'll probably comment about it tomorrow after I download and watch it.)
Summer came on my birthday. I woke up and it was warm and humid and WONDERFUL. You go outside and you're immediately sticky and last summer I HATED it, but this summer it means the return of the sun and the warmth and the opportunity to wear all my California shirts and not lug around my giant warm furry coat. BRING ON THE HUMIDITY!
My apartment, and its sad little single window, is perfectly warm and awesome during the winter, and is AN OVEN in the summer. Must... move....
My birthday was pretty good. It sort of slipped away into obscurity, but I'm trying to make myself realize that I'm no longer a) a child, b) an only child, c) having important birthdays. Twenty-two is not a landmark year, and when your birthday lands on a Wednesday you just sort of watch it slide past. But that's okay. It was actually pretty good. My parents sent me a 7.1 megapixel digital camera (the Elph by Canon), and I'm addicted to it. I took 170 pictures between Wednesday evening and Saturday evening. I deleted a good half of them (I'm going to try really hard to keep deleting the crappy ones), and uploaded a fair portion of the remainder to Facebook. I'll make another post here and put some up. I LOVE the camera. I haven't had one all year, and have wanted to take pictures of SO MANY things--New Haven, yarn, snow, my car, myself, finished knitted things, my messy apartment, et cetera. And of course I get one and immediately start taking pictures of trees. Why do I have such a fascination with trees and leaves?
Anyway.
I spent the weekend studying for my last final, which was yesterday morning. I already know I missed up a couple of questions, but I don't really care. I had an absurdly high grade going into the final, and I did FINE (finely?), so my grade should be plenty high. I just have to maintain an overall High Pass grade, and I've already got my two Honors grades, so if I get just a Pass I'll still be in the green, and to be honest I'll be somewhat surprised if I don't get an Honors.
My current lab rotation ends on Friday. Next week I'm going to start a 3-week long FOURTH rotation (or fifth, if you count the three weeks I spent sitting in a corner in the Zhong lab before I fled screaming as a rotation), this time in the Breaker lab. They're uber-famous, and uber-rich, and they study RNA, which is totally hot. My PARENTS know who Ron Breaker is (they read Scientific American, and he had an article in SA in December that my stepdad asked me about). So hopefully I'll fall madly in love with the lab, and they'll fall madly in love with me, and I'll get over the fact that there are 25 people in the lab and some of them don't have benchspace. Aaaaauuuggghhh... Meanwhile, my first choice lab might not take any grad students at all this year, and I'm panicking.
Other than that, though, I'm done with classes. Well, if I join Genetics I have to take the Genetics seminar as a second year, and I'll probably audit something like Immunology. But I'm Done. With. Classes. A lot of us are, actually, but some people will still be taking classes for grades next year, which enables me to make the following claim: I have just squished six years' worth of classes into four.
I am scientist. Hear me roar.
I came home early from lab today, slept for two hours, then got in my car and drove to North Haven to sit in a Barnes and Noble. I sat there for an indeterminate amount of time (I have no idea what time I got there-7:30?), maybe two hours-ish, reading Mason-Dixon Knitting (which I ordered last week but which has not arrived yet) and thinking about patterns and just generally hiding between the bookshelves. It felt really good; I haven't hidden in a bookstore in a long time, and the act of driving ten miles to do so made it feel like better hiding (I could have walked the four minutes to the Yale Bookstore and hidden there). Anyway, it was relaxing and I feel a bit calmer about life. And lab.
And I bought the fourth Kushiel book.
All right, off to upload pictures, and then to bed.
(P.S. The series finale of Gilmore Girls was tonight. I can't believe it's over... I'll probably comment about it tomorrow after I download and watch it.)
