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*sigh*
Last day in lab tomorrow. Last lab meeting presentation in front of Bill and Dawn and Stacie and Debby and so on and so forth, all the people that have been so much help from the very beginning. And now it's time to leave the warm, fuzzy, happy, silly mouse lab (where they give students mickey mouse hats, how wonderful is that?) and go to some other lab. Not that I'm not pumped for Chicago and working there and making transgenic (no, Ning, not transgendered) flies, but... it won't be the same. Not as fluffy. Not as much working in a lab full of women with small children who somehow like treating you like an equal, possibly because it makes them feel younger. The walls won't be covered in drawings done by two year olds. Maybe I'll have to import some. That would be an interesting story.
All day today Bill was asking "Is your talk done?" meaning the presentation. I told him that, according to Stacie, it wasn't supposed to be done until Eight AM tomorrow, so I was in fine shape. It's kinda scary that he called it a "talk" and kinda scary that he's inviting other people to it - I still have no idea who all will show up, probably neither do Bill or Dawn. But that's life and this is life and this fall will be life and it's all the same even though it's going to be different and that's kinda scary. And this is just me being childish and worrying and shaking in the corner, when I could be excited and grown up and ready to conquer the world, but... really, there's a time and a place for everything, and in a week I'll be ready for some world domination. But right now I like stuffed mice and warm, welcoming, motherly types of people, or girls giggling about how they'll pass a class without going to any of the lectures, or making up stories about eachother and eachother's children and laughing at the absurdity of them and the hilarity as well. I hope that lab meetings break down into fits of laughter where I'm going. It was always nice when that happened here. It was always nice to feel like the lab wasn't a workplace, it was a family.
And I know I'm being a little absurd. I absolutely know that, but then again I'm always a little absurd, so that's life, just like the rest of this.
Don't ask me what to make of this, because I don't know. It's just... a lot is changing, almost more than is staying the same. And that's a shame, almost as much as it's exciting and if life wasn't like this I'd be bored stiff. I just hope I can dive again.
Then again, if life shuts a door to one thing it opens one to another -- if I can no longer stay at the Pavan lab then I'm on to bigger better, more personal and more individual things; if I can no longer dive then I'll have the time needed to run away with the circus. And that was a hell of a lot of fun.
Last day in lab tomorrow. Last lab meeting presentation in front of Bill and Dawn and Stacie and Debby and so on and so forth, all the people that have been so much help from the very beginning. And now it's time to leave the warm, fuzzy, happy, silly mouse lab (where they give students mickey mouse hats, how wonderful is that?) and go to some other lab. Not that I'm not pumped for Chicago and working there and making transgenic (no, Ning, not transgendered) flies, but... it won't be the same. Not as fluffy. Not as much working in a lab full of women with small children who somehow like treating you like an equal, possibly because it makes them feel younger. The walls won't be covered in drawings done by two year olds. Maybe I'll have to import some. That would be an interesting story.
All day today Bill was asking "Is your talk done?" meaning the presentation. I told him that, according to Stacie, it wasn't supposed to be done until Eight AM tomorrow, so I was in fine shape. It's kinda scary that he called it a "talk" and kinda scary that he's inviting other people to it - I still have no idea who all will show up, probably neither do Bill or Dawn. But that's life and this is life and this fall will be life and it's all the same even though it's going to be different and that's kinda scary. And this is just me being childish and worrying and shaking in the corner, when I could be excited and grown up and ready to conquer the world, but... really, there's a time and a place for everything, and in a week I'll be ready for some world domination. But right now I like stuffed mice and warm, welcoming, motherly types of people, or girls giggling about how they'll pass a class without going to any of the lectures, or making up stories about eachother and eachother's children and laughing at the absurdity of them and the hilarity as well. I hope that lab meetings break down into fits of laughter where I'm going. It was always nice when that happened here. It was always nice to feel like the lab wasn't a workplace, it was a family.
And I know I'm being a little absurd. I absolutely know that, but then again I'm always a little absurd, so that's life, just like the rest of this.
Don't ask me what to make of this, because I don't know. It's just... a lot is changing, almost more than is staying the same. And that's a shame, almost as much as it's exciting and if life wasn't like this I'd be bored stiff. I just hope I can dive again.
Then again, if life shuts a door to one thing it opens one to another -- if I can no longer stay at the Pavan lab then I'm on to bigger better, more personal and more individual things; if I can no longer dive then I'll have the time needed to run away with the circus. And that was a hell of a lot of fun.