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Bah.
Quick updates, I suppose. The trip to Philly sucked. Royally. I didn't fit in at all. Most of the people I met were Ivy League students. Most of them were already in grad school. And literally everyone I met did some ridiculous form of community service. So all I heard all weekend were things like, "I'm finishing my Ph.D. at Stanford in biochemistry...", "I spent my summer in Venezuela reading to elementary school children...", "Yes, I took a year off of school and toured Nicaragua, Cambodia, and Nigeria volunteering in orphanages..." These kids haven't worked a fucking day in their lives. It was disgusting.
Rich Bitch #1089723487: "Why, yes. I love Zambia. I've been there twice to benefit AIDS victims. And how did you spend your summer?"
Me: "Uh...I had my 5th knee surgery and worked the graveyard shift at Burger King. $7.25 an hour to work 9 p.m. to 4:30 a.m. It sucked..."
Rich Bitch: "Oh...right..."
^That summed up the whole weekend. So, surprise surprise! I didn't get the fellowship. Whatever. I wouldn't want to meet with those people 3 times a year anyways. Bitches.
I graduate from college in a month. Where have the past 4 years gone?! I'm more scared than excited at this point, but I'm hoping that changes once I start my graduate program.
Undergraduate Symposium went awesomely on Friday. I had the biggest turnout I'd ever experienced at a Symposium, like 25 people, and got great feedback. I was very proud of it.
Sarah and Jeff's wedding was this weekend, and that was fun. It was really good seeing old friends and playing catch-up. And I've got another weekend of reminiscing coming up, which I look forward to. Andrew and I are doing well. Can't complain. We're working on stuff, and we make an incredible team.
Is it July 2010 yet?
Quick updates, I suppose. The trip to Philly sucked. Royally. I didn't fit in at all. Most of the people I met were Ivy League students. Most of them were already in grad school. And literally everyone I met did some ridiculous form of community service. So all I heard all weekend were things like, "I'm finishing my Ph.D. at Stanford in biochemistry...", "I spent my summer in Venezuela reading to elementary school children...", "Yes, I took a year off of school and toured Nicaragua, Cambodia, and Nigeria volunteering in orphanages..." These kids haven't worked a fucking day in their lives. It was disgusting.
Rich Bitch #1089723487: "Why, yes. I love Zambia. I've been there twice to benefit AIDS victims. And how did you spend your summer?"
Me: "Uh...I had my 5th knee surgery and worked the graveyard shift at Burger King. $7.25 an hour to work 9 p.m. to 4:30 a.m. It sucked..."
Rich Bitch: "Oh...right..."
^That summed up the whole weekend. So, surprise surprise! I didn't get the fellowship. Whatever. I wouldn't want to meet with those people 3 times a year anyways. Bitches.
I graduate from college in a month. Where have the past 4 years gone?! I'm more scared than excited at this point, but I'm hoping that changes once I start my graduate program.
Undergraduate Symposium went awesomely on Friday. I had the biggest turnout I'd ever experienced at a Symposium, like 25 people, and got great feedback. I was very proud of it.
Sarah and Jeff's wedding was this weekend, and that was fun. It was really good seeing old friends and playing catch-up. And I've got another weekend of reminiscing coming up, which I look forward to. Andrew and I are doing well. Can't complain. We're working on stuff, and we make an incredible team.
Is it July 2010 yet?