Well, that was quick

I’m back already (as though this were synchronous communication, like instant messenger…)!  I left a voicemail.  I know, I know.  That’s kind of anticlimactic.  We’ll see how that goes.

Sidenote about anticlimactic:
I went to see BJ Novak perform stand-up at Cobb’s Comedy Club earlier this year.  Because I was sitting on the balcony (great view!), I couldn’t hear everything the people on the floor were saying.  At one point, though, he stopped and said, “What?  That was anticlimactic?  Man, I have the smartest hecklers.  That wasn’t a ‘You suck!’ no…*puts hand on chin* ‘That was anticlimactic.’”  As Joyce would say, hee!

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At any rate, this was only intended to be a brief update on the Professorial Phone-Call.  I should really do something productive with the rest of my morning (I have class at 11).  This is the beauty of Daylight Savings Time–or, at least, Fall Back.  (I typically think like the tonal quality of “autumn,” you can’t exactly “autumn back,” can you?)  The first couple days after, you feel rejuvenated, and don’t mind getting up early-ish.

This is nothing like last week, when Joyce woke me up at SEVEN IN THE MORNING (I don’t care if you’re on the East Coast; you should know what time it is in California) to ask me how to play mah-jongg.

Phone Call

I used to be much more talented on the phone.  There were times when conversations would hit the 4-hour mark and keep going strong.  Not so anymore, my friends.  Now, my phone calls have purpose.  Now, my phone calls terminate quickly.  Now, my phone calls are to make plans.

Oh, except for those long chats with Joyce about irksome lab partners, the drawn out conversations with Allie about our days, and the gabfests with Wes about life and love (but usually things much more mundane).  Even Mikaela, with whom phone calls shortened dramatically when (a) we started living together and (b) she left the country, has seen a revival in long phone calls (she’s back in the country but living on the other side of town).  It’s odd.

My point is, though, that I was once quite the Chatty Cathy on the phone.  Socially.  Now, I’m calling to find out about the bills for my plane tickets, and people are calling me to urge me to vote one way or the other.  Oh, and…I’m about to call a professor at Northwestern…whom I was supposed to call two weeks ago.  In my defense, we didn’t set a specific time, and he knew I was sick.  Here’s hoping I reach him, and the conversation goes well, and I find out more about science :D

GO VOTE!

VOTE!

I looked at my “Facebook friends” page just now.  The default category they show is people who have recently updated their status statements.  With the exception of two, everyone (maybe 100?) on the front page had something about the election tomorrow!  I’m hopeful for our future.

BaROCK the vote.  Also, NO on 2, 4, 8 (Who do we appreciate?)!  One person was voting for McCain and Yes on 8, but everyone else was for Obama and No on 8.  Thank goodness, although I do think that’s reflective of the Berkeley and Cleveland populations more than America as a whole.

*Fingers crossed*

Pro…

…crastinate.

That’s one midterm down; two to go.  (And the GRE in Biology.)  So, I should be studying.  What am I doing, though?  Procrastinating, of course.

  • We popped in Love Actually.  Erin accused me of starting Christmas early; I swear I’m not!  I bought the DVD quite awhile ago, and everytime I go home, Lee Mama asks me why it’s just sitting around.  So, I finally brought it back to Berkeley, and what better time than the present?
  • I love to waste time on the Internet.  Mostly, it’s blogs.  But, a current favorite is Passive Aggressive Notes.

Because no one should run out of ways to procrastinate.

Refrain from last semester

Last semester, I was living with my parents and commuting to school.  I slept a lot on BART (it takes about an hour each way) rather than do work…and I did not have much of a social life.  Today, I found myself thinking, yet again, “I have no friends,” but for very different reasons.

First of all, this was not a completely fair assertion last semester.  I did have friends, lovely ones who let me crash in Berkeley on the rare occasion I attended some kind of *ahem* social function, but moving back home after two years of college life made me feel like I had landed in high school again.  This time, it was worse, though, because all my friends were in college, and therefore there was no one in Pleasanton to hang out with me.

As for today…

I am the president of the Society of Linguistic Undergraduate Students.  SLUgS.  Pretty awesome, yeah?  (The name; not my office.)  Today, we had a group study session…and no one showed up.  I took the cocoa chai cake, and the only person who got to try it out was Chad, who stopped by with Dia de los Muertos (accents are missing because I’m not sure where they belong and how they point) bread on his way to church.  So, I guess I have one friend.  Two, if you count Michelle, who talked to me online while I was waiting for people to show up.  Three, if you count SLUgS alumnus Nate, who called from Carnegie-Mellon to see how the study session was going.

So, life is looking up after all.

Goals!

Alright, so here it is.  Tuesday, November 4, 2008 is a very important day!  Yes, there’s the little thing those in the biz like to call the Election.  But more importantly, it will be Varsha’s and my Blogiversary!  No, that doesn’t utilize the proper Latin, but I’m not a classicist, am I?

Because I took a statistics midterm today, I’m thinking in equations.  So, here are a couple for consideration.

Goal: 100 posts by 1 year
Current number of posts: 87 (88 after this one…an auspicious number!)
Number of posts needed to achieve goal: 100 – 88 = 12

Deadline: Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Current date: Thursday, October 30, 2008
Days before deadline: 1 day in Oct. + 4 days (I’m giving myself all of Tuesday) in Nov. = 5 days

Posts per day: 12 ÷ 5 = 2 2/5 (fractions are so much better than decimals)

Can we do it?  Yes!  Especially because I have several more picture posts all lined up and ready to go!  Hurray :D   Incidentally, I’m making friends in the blogging world and want to give some shout-outs to Jen, Korie, Jenna, and Diane!

Several things may stand in my way, although only one of them will be before Tuesday.  On Monday, I have a lab practical.  On Thursday, I have a genetics exam.  On Friday, I have a microbiology exam.  On Saturday, I’m taking the GRE in Biology.  Surely I ought to study for some of these.  Of course, there is also Halloween tomorrow (I’m going to be a GFP bunny!), the football game this weekend (in the rain!), and responding to the professors who’ve been talking to me about grad school.

Thank goodness for baked goods.

Campus Renovations

The state of California has no money.  This should come as no surprise to Americans, given the sad state of the economy these days, but we kind of haven’t had money for a long time.  My perspective is that of a student at a public university; I sometimes grow wistful when I hear tell of my friends at private schools and the economic benefits thereof.  But, that is neither here nor there, and I’ve had a great experience at Cal.  Besides, plenty of college students are broke, right?  I did talk to my parents last night about finances.  My mother does not believe this topic to be a matter of public consumption, and I think I agree–with the exception of college, and possibly post-college life.  College students who do have money to spread around tend to be spreading the largesse of their parents (yes, massive generalization), and post-college, there are even fewer people living off their family, leading to a higher incidence of financial straits.  I think.  We’ll see.

At any rate, there are a lot of renovations going on around campus, and I’m not sure where all the money originated to fund these projects.  The stadium, for instance, has already cost an exorbitant sum based on legal fees alone!  I will voice my opinion here briefly, as I keep referencing the controversy obliquely without expounding.  This is a news release from 2005 (my first semester as a Golden Bear) announcing the project plan–boy, did things go awry.  Various groups opposed development; some are just against development in general; others spoke out against the destruction of an oak grove at the project site.  Here’s my take.  The construction is necessary and not uni-purpose (i.e., focused only on the football team).  I’ve seen the field hockey team change at the side of the field, facing the street, because they don’t have their own locker room.  In addition, a famous stop on the tour of Memorial Stadium involves visiting the fault line.  The Hayward Fault Line is the most dangerous in America (I won’t cite any studies on this because I’m running late, but Mik recently told me so, and she is a credible source.  Gold star for anyone who can name the possible logical fallacy in my argument here.), and you can see an actual rift in our bleachers, right under one of the alumni sections.  It would be a tragic way to go.  Second, trees are important, but the trees in question were not…well…polar bears.  They were planted when the stadium was built, so they did not pre-date UC construction.  Furthermore, the proposal indicated that three trees would be planted for every tree cut down.  (Again, my credible source is a friend–an Architecture major.)  Lastly, protests are important; civil disobedience is important.  The caveat, of course, is that causes should be worthwhile.  If there were people willing to go so far as to sit in trees for 21 months, they surely had energy to um…solve world hunger, or cure cancer.  It is my opinion that their passion was wasted on trivia, and they in turn wasted resources the university could have used on ME!  The arguments I’ve presented here have been tossed around ad nauseum by others and are not novel in the least.  I’m simply typing them out here because I should finally explain the past references.

This brings me to my actual purpose.  Another iconic Berkeley monument is undergoing renovation, and this time, I do know where the money originated!  The class of 1950 helped raise funds to give Sather Gate a facelift.  That press release explains many of the reasons why Sather Gate is so special; I should also point out that it is one of the scenes that was actually filmed on our campus in The Graduate, which I have yet to see.  That’s another half-post in itself, though.  I took a couple pictures on the mobile and sent them to my email from my phone (!), which isn’t particularly advanced for anyone else, but is a huge step on my part in embracing technology, ok?

This one is the day before construction began:

And this is the first day of construction (aww…):

Not bad, huh?

Reach

Most grad school applications are due in December.  Let’s hearken back to some high school terminology and discuss reach schools, shall we?  I kind of kicked booty in high school (Varsha even more so!  Hi, Varsh!), the state of California kind of liked me, and I kind of knew that I’d get into college.  I didn’t really know my “range,” didn’t have any expectations of where I would get in, and therefore didn’t set any “reach schools.”  Well, I certainly have not kicked booty in college and now have the sense that all schools are reach schools for me.

Of all the criteria that grad schools are said to be looking for (statement of purpose, GPA, letters of recommendation, GRE scores), I’m most worried about my grade-point average.  My spirits lifted temporarily when I was told that schools would look more at my research experience (hurray for Peggy!) and letters (again, hurray for Peggy!), and I was particularly excited at the response I got when I started emailing professors at different schools, asking about the programs.  Well, this morning, I spoke with a professor at MIT, and he was very nice and helpful, but when I mentioned my GPA (and the actual, low, LOW number), he said, “Er, well, I strongly encourage you to apply to multiple programs if you’d really like to study at MIT.”  He had been encouraging me to apply to multiple programs anyway, so that’s not completely discouraging, but I’m once again feeling as though I won’t get into grad school.

I’m left feeling like all schools are reach schools.  We’re about to see just how long my arm is.

Marking Time

There’s an oft-forwarded email that beseeches us to take charge of our time–”Ask the cancer patient what a year means; ask the commuter what a minute means,” and with various time increments in between.  There is also the song from Rent, which, incidentally, is how I know the number of minutes in a year.  Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes.  How do you measure a year in a life?  I remember a fifth-grade classmate singing “Seasons of Love,” but I never placed it in context until the film came out in 2005.

Time is forefront in my mind these days.  I celebrated my 21st birthday last week–all week.  It is now, in my senior year of college, that I wonder how I’ll mark my time when I’m no longer in school.  I want to go to grad school for genetics/genomics, but what kind of program and for how long is still up in the air.  Regardless, I will no longer have a pat answer for, “What year are you?”  Tomorrow, I’ll be taking the GRE.  Time pressures are often a concern for standardized tests.  In addition, I’ve heard the GRE described as the bastard step-child of the standardized tests; will I come out of the GRE/grad school application process feeling as though it was a four-hour waste of my time?

Yesterday, I watched the Chicago Bears play the Atlanta Falcons.  The Falcons were leading in the fourth quarter when the Bears scored a touchdown!  Hurray!  (I usually like Chicago when Cleveland isn’t involved.)  It looked like the clock would work in Chicago’s favor, as there wasn’t much time left in the game; unfortunately, Atlanta then had enough time to score a field goal.  Now, the clock worked against Chicago, because it had wasted too many seconds in trying to keep Atlanta from having the chance to score.  Sportscasters love to talk about teams that can control the clock; it is particularly salient just how manipulative they can be when we consider how long a professional football game actually lasts, given that each quarter is fifteen minutes long.  From charged time-outs to running out-of-bounds, we mark time very differently in a football game from, say, the GRE.

Your time is precious; as is mine.  I need to do some last minute studying, but more importantly, I’m watching the Browns play the Giants right now.  GO CLEVELAND!

Memorial

Today, I’ll be watching the Cal Bears play Colorado State in Memorial Stadium, constructed to honor those who dedicated their service and ultimately, their lives, to America’s cause in World War I.  There has been much recent controversy surrounding the stadium, but instead of addressing those issues now, I’d like to post on memorials.

News spread today about the death of Paul Newman.  Just two weeks ago, we marked the anniversary of the attacks on the World Trade Center.  I have not properly paid tribute to all the lives that we have lost–to time, to disasters, to war, nor am I sufficiently eloquent to do so.  Instead, I’ll write a tidbit to celebrate Paul Newman, and though it is offbeat, please do not take it as flippant or any less heartfelt.

Cal Dining has made a significant effort to support organic food efforts and to eliminate trans-fats from the food they serve and the products they sell.  One of the lines they brought in was Newman’s Own, and because I had so many mealpoints freshman year, I partook of more than my fair share.  Let me tell you–that popcorn is delicious!  I must warn you, though.  It’s a little smelly when you pop it in the microwave; yet somehow, that smelliness translates into delicious (and socially-conscious, you know…) popcorn.  So, in addition to all that Paul Newman has contributed to our society, remember the popcorn he brought to us.

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