Quiet Birthday
I went out with some of my cohort on Friday to 'celebrate' my birthday. It was nice to be out with them and I appreciate that they were so kind. I was originally not going to go but then I thought I need to connect to them on other levels than in the class.
It was a good time and they were fun. We went to a Thai restaurant and then to karaoke, but I did not sing, it was western style. I did not want to embarrass myself in front of everyone.
It's too bad that some of the others who I really wanted there, did not show up.
Yesterday I read and read and read. I tried reading here but it did not work, so I went to the Starbucks around the corner and got a good seat and ploughed through. It was 50 pages but felt like 1000! It took me 6 hours to read 50 pages (and make notes and comments). It gets too intense sometimes. I was about to quit when...
The server and I make eye contact
Server: It looks like you studying to be a doctor.
Me(laughing): Well I actually am (thinking she was making a joke, and I was making one back)
Server: Yeah, I thought so. You'll do well
Me: Thank you very much.
How weird was that? Here I am, about to call it a day after trying to ingest all this reading and this stranger makes a 'off the cuff remark' and gives me a boost. In the end because of that, I stayed and did another 3 hours of readings. I don't know what the future holds. I am finding this difficult but interesting. I hate the context of why I am reading what I am reading but I am enjoying what I am reading (for the most part)
Well, today is indeed my birthday and I need to do some reading this morning so that perhaps I will be able to venture out for a few hours later and enjoy the beautiful day. I was invited out with one of my cohort to see Rockefeller Center and the Museum of Art and Design. I love museums. I love the collections, I love that as a society we recognize that the past is important (I know to me it is different in terms of 'Remembering Our Past' and not making the same mistakes') but I also think it is something to do with 'validation'. As a culture, society, we need to validate our existence. We need to show ourselves, we have done something, achieved something and left something worthwhile behind.
It was an amazing time and nice to see parts of the city but also with someone who to me is so- lively. There is such a positive energy.
So how do I feel to be 39. Wow, I never thought about it until I said it to my cohort. It is so much older than the others. So much closer to the profs than to the cohort. I sometimes think that on one level I am one of them and on another level I can never truly fit in because the age gap would scare them.
It is different world now.
I am out of my thirties.
I am not "Friends" and I am not "Sex In The City" age.
So now I have to find a new show....
Hey, wait a minute...
Seinfeld!!
Not that there's anything wrong with it
It was a good time and they were fun. We went to a Thai restaurant and then to karaoke, but I did not sing, it was western style. I did not want to embarrass myself in front of everyone.
It's too bad that some of the others who I really wanted there, did not show up.
Yesterday I read and read and read. I tried reading here but it did not work, so I went to the Starbucks around the corner and got a good seat and ploughed through. It was 50 pages but felt like 1000! It took me 6 hours to read 50 pages (and make notes and comments). It gets too intense sometimes. I was about to quit when...
The server and I make eye contact
Server: It looks like you studying to be a doctor.
Me(laughing): Well I actually am (thinking she was making a joke, and I was making one back)
Server: Yeah, I thought so. You'll do well
Me: Thank you very much.
How weird was that? Here I am, about to call it a day after trying to ingest all this reading and this stranger makes a 'off the cuff remark' and gives me a boost. In the end because of that, I stayed and did another 3 hours of readings. I don't know what the future holds. I am finding this difficult but interesting. I hate the context of why I am reading what I am reading but I am enjoying what I am reading (for the most part)
Well, today is indeed my birthday and I need to do some reading this morning so that perhaps I will be able to venture out for a few hours later and enjoy the beautiful day. I was invited out with one of my cohort to see Rockefeller Center and the Museum of Art and Design. I love museums. I love the collections, I love that as a society we recognize that the past is important (I know to me it is different in terms of 'Remembering Our Past' and not making the same mistakes') but I also think it is something to do with 'validation'. As a culture, society, we need to validate our existence. We need to show ourselves, we have done something, achieved something and left something worthwhile behind.
It was an amazing time and nice to see parts of the city but also with someone who to me is so- lively. There is such a positive energy.
So how do I feel to be 39. Wow, I never thought about it until I said it to my cohort. It is so much older than the others. So much closer to the profs than to the cohort. I sometimes think that on one level I am one of them and on another level I can never truly fit in because the age gap would scare them.
It is different world now.
I am out of my thirties.
I am not "Friends" and I am not "Sex In The City" age.
So now I have to find a new show....
Hey, wait a minute...
Seinfeld!!
Not that there's anything wrong with it