Welcome to Hell
What did I get myself into? I asked myself as I drove away from Canada Computers this afternoon towards Chapters.
When the alarm clock sounded at 10am this morning, I pressed the snooze button and then changed the alarm to 11am instead. I decided that I'd forgo my shower for an extra hour of sleep, forgetting that James Lim, one of my housemates, was supposed to meet me at 11:15am at the public school near my house to give me the school parking access card. I rushed out of the house half-dressed when James called and arrived at the Graduate Scholarships Workshops 10 minutes late.
From 11:30am to 2:30pm, we allowed Professor Lamont scare the shit out of us (for a lack of better idioms) about the two major scholarships we need to apply for by Friday, October 6. Not only are there a lot of forms to fill, a lot of reference letters to solicit, but there's also a very important proposal to conjure up. The proposal requires us to come up with a specific research project, convince them that we're actually capable of conducting it by showing methodology, and then explain how this project will contribute to humanity (are you laughing yet? Lynn contributing to humanity...I am!). We must ensure that the proposal is copious and that it is critical we get someone from the department to help us revise our polished copy, over and over again. However, it's okay for some of us because if you don't have a cumulative overall average of at least 86%, you can save yourselves the time and trouble. Two scholarships, two proposals, four references, and a thousand applications forms by Friday after the next. After that, we get to start the actual applications for grad schools.
I walked out of the room with a heavy heart. As of yesterday, I officially enrolled in my 6th course (although it has yet to show on my Quest class schedule and today is the last day to add a class). Six courses, applications for scholarships and grad school, applications on jobmine for real jobs, and three days conference in Baltimore during midterm period...but it's not over. I rushed to my car and drove to Canada Computers, where Brigitte had set up an interview for me as a part-time cashier. I've been pushing for this job since the summer, when I thought I'm going to have too much free time over the school terms and not enough money. Now that I finally got the interview, I can't say no. I went to the interview and got the job. I'll be working Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, 7 hours a day.
I got home around 4pm and got a message on my E-mail, English society is holding elections during our meeting next Monday. Oh yeah, I had forgotten that I joined the English Society thinking that I don't have enough on my plates.
But as Professor Randall tells me, September's almost over. Two months of hell and then all will be calm, unless I decide that my next term will be too easy again. Someone remind me that I am lazy and unambitious and all I want to do is get married and have kids the next time I complain that I am bored and have nothing to do.
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My current housing situation:
A few other passing remarks of things i want to note
When the alarm clock sounded at 10am this morning, I pressed the snooze button and then changed the alarm to 11am instead. I decided that I'd forgo my shower for an extra hour of sleep, forgetting that James Lim, one of my housemates, was supposed to meet me at 11:15am at the public school near my house to give me the school parking access card. I rushed out of the house half-dressed when James called and arrived at the Graduate Scholarships Workshops 10 minutes late.
From 11:30am to 2:30pm, we allowed Professor Lamont scare the shit out of us (for a lack of better idioms) about the two major scholarships we need to apply for by Friday, October 6. Not only are there a lot of forms to fill, a lot of reference letters to solicit, but there's also a very important proposal to conjure up. The proposal requires us to come up with a specific research project, convince them that we're actually capable of conducting it by showing methodology, and then explain how this project will contribute to humanity (are you laughing yet? Lynn contributing to humanity...I am!). We must ensure that the proposal is copious and that it is critical we get someone from the department to help us revise our polished copy, over and over again. However, it's okay for some of us because if you don't have a cumulative overall average of at least 86%, you can save yourselves the time and trouble. Two scholarships, two proposals, four references, and a thousand applications forms by Friday after the next. After that, we get to start the actual applications for grad schools.
I walked out of the room with a heavy heart. As of yesterday, I officially enrolled in my 6th course (although it has yet to show on my Quest class schedule and today is the last day to add a class). Six courses, applications for scholarships and grad school, applications on jobmine for real jobs, and three days conference in Baltimore during midterm period...but it's not over. I rushed to my car and drove to Canada Computers, where Brigitte had set up an interview for me as a part-time cashier. I've been pushing for this job since the summer, when I thought I'm going to have too much free time over the school terms and not enough money. Now that I finally got the interview, I can't say no. I went to the interview and got the job. I'll be working Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, 7 hours a day.
I got home around 4pm and got a message on my E-mail, English society is holding elections during our meeting next Monday. Oh yeah, I had forgotten that I joined the English Society thinking that I don't have enough on my plates.
But as Professor Randall tells me, September's almost over. Two months of hell and then all will be calm, unless I decide that my next term will be too easy again. Someone remind me that I am lazy and unambitious and all I want to do is get married and have kids the next time I complain that I am bored and have nothing to do.
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My current housing situation:
- the dog threw up two days ago and then ate all of it. it keeps farting because James Su keeps feeding it different types of food. I had to bring the dog back from Toronto to Waterloo last wknd and it reeked in my car. I hate animals.
- I'm always doing dishes. Those guys are disgustingly messy, dirty, and lazy, but in a I don't really mind yet sort of way :P.
- no matter where i hide my food in the fridge, someone, usually James Lim, ends up eating it
- Jon is a pretty good cook and he keeps making me eat even after i had dinner, and he keeps making me watch TV, as though I have nothing better to do. Yesterday, I had to sit through Grey's Anatomy and 6 degrees with him and James Lim. Two hours of my evening wasted. As the captain of the FSAE team, he can get me the Parking Lot C access card, which is normally reserved for university staff
- James Su gets mad when I walk home alone after my night classes and insists on picking me up. He gets worried when I don't call him after my night class and comes home telling me that he's upset. However, when he goes back to Toronto to see Vivian, walking home alone in the middle of the night is apparently okay...haha. At least I get chauffered by an M3 again :P
- it's a very homely place, i like it :D
A few other passing remarks of things i want to note
- i was in chapter's today, looking for cheaper books than the university bookstore (but failed in my quest). One of the guys who worked at Chapters was trying very hard to help me when I didn't need help. He lingered around me the entire time I was there, trying to strike up conversations, which was cute because he was cute, except I think he's like 19, if not younger. God I feel old.
- Harvey is in one of my RPW classes on Monday afternoons, Tuesday nights and offers to drive me home. What a small world. He's writing his LSAT and plans on going to Harvard. Crazy.
- I finally saw Conway after so many years. I can't believe he's 19 now. I picked him up and drove him to my house and cooked him Chinese food. We chatted about everything that was happening in our lives and about the past ( I couldn't help but cry a little and he got a little teary as well). When he was eating the noodle i made him, he told me he hasn't had real chinese food for so long, and i know he meant that since aunt cindy passed away. Before he left, i gave him as much Chinese food as I possibly had. I told him he can have my BOSE system in my room as well, as long as he can get it fixed. I wish I can do more for him, I miss Aunt Cindy so much.