Hey Everyone,
I'm here.  It was all in all a nice flight.  My bags ALL fit and Kathy and Grace helped me run a BUNCH of errands before I left!  In the first leg, I got stuck between a 79 y/o man with a French wife of 50 years and a larger white boy.  The man likes bourbon and ferraris and talking about the war.  I tried to sleep most of the trip.

Then I had an hour before the next flight, but pretty much just made it in time as they were boarding and chilled in my seat before take off.
I dozed on and off then too and listened to an old podcast of EBCB's Spotlight.  It was bittersweet (Nate and Frank MCing, Pedro interviewing Frances, Cass's "Realization", and Ebony's announcements).  

When I got off the plane, I got my bright pink bags RIGHT away... but then, I had the wrong phone number for Veronica (my pickup) and just waited at the airport....... and kiinda worried, but kinda didn't. B/c honestly, they speak English here, and that makes a HUGE difference.  And Veronica and PaulJ just came!  and got me!

And I'm in Cronkhite (used to be the all women's dorm for Radcliffe)!  3rd floor. A little closet of a room. Overlooking a sweet corner.  Right next to the Kitchen, across from a bathroom, near the elevator.  Sweet!  It's a little confusing b/c MA law states that you need keys for the stairs.  And certain stairs don't allow the keys, and.. there's swiping.  Oh, Cronkhite is kind of like a low-key version of Dwinelle.  My 3rd floor is only accessible through walking across the 2nd floor first.  Oh well. Adventure.  Basically, the front desk girl (Rebecca) knows me already b/c I kept on getting lost, having to go back down to the first floor, and walk back in through the lobby.

I probably won't be writing lengthy updates, but right now I'm procrastinating looking through courses and such.  Love you all!  Not too homesick... b/c seriously, Boston right now is kind of like Palo Alto.  Pretty, cute, quaint buildings.  People speak English.
I think the people speaking English part helps a lot. hahahahaha

The lights got brighter and brighter!

My door!

My room.

My view!

i really hope i didn't send this essay in for my stanford (undergrad) app....

but if i did, it's even MORE understandable as to why i didn't get in. -_-


It's cute though.  I was so naive.

I was spending the night at my friend Taylor's house when around 9 pm, my friend Laura stomped in and declared, "I have just found the meaning of true rejection."  Basically, she had been lead on by her ex boyfriend who she wanted to get back together with (I don't understand it either), and was shattered.  Being crazy juniors, Taylor, Laura, and I hopped into a minivan and went driving around downtown looking for Laura's ex.  After having scoped out all the local hang outs, we admitted defeat and went back home where I promptly turned on my mix and lit candles.  Being absolutely tired since it was around 12 am, all three of us snuggled into Taylor's queen sized bed.  As we tried to sleep, we listened to Laura complain, then sing us lullabies.

The next morning, I awoke to commotion on the roof.  I saw Laura in a bikini outside holding a boom box.  "Get dressed and come up!" she yelled motioning to the roof.  As I searched for a two piece, I heard my CD being blasted on the roof.  After I fixed lime margaritas, we climbed on the roof with my video camera and took pictures and danced.  It was something that people would not normally do; dance in a two piece on the roof while belting out Jewel’s “Standing Still.”  But, desperate times called for desperate measures, and the total loss of a boy was definitely a desperate time in my book.

looked thru stanford gsb website and was sufficiently intimidated.
seriously. heart-poundingly freaked out.

i mean i have to include a resume for the ed program.. (along with other things).. and then on a whim, clicked the ma/mba dual program.

now i don't think i'll get in ANYWHERE.









why did i squander my undergrad education?


it's okay.

i don't need this.
i'll try anyway.

^_^



(just wanted to say though, INTIMIDATED THOROUGHLY! FOR SURE!)


"I wish i could be carelessly brilliant" - leona (from reading Ender's Game)

education stuffz

http://www.khanacademy.org/
http://win.classwish.org/
http://vittana.org/howitworks
http://www.sloclassicalacademy.com/
http://tae.tusd.ca.schoolloop.com/cms/page_view?d=x&piid=&vpid=1219971117957
http://www.ascd.org
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/education/10524288.stm

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/world/south_asia/10173115.stm
http://www.newdirectionsinc.org/
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/07/18/world/asia/18tea.html
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/education-11090044

random

so the clock on the wall perpetually says 12:43am.. or pm i suppose.  it's an analog.
last night i dreamt of my GCA kids.
i was looking for them around the school.  it was a little panicky.

um i took a 6 hr nap waking up at 11pm with no homework done.
so i reluctantly started it..
everything in me was crying NOOOOOO because i don't want to cultivate my bad habits.

anywhooz after reading the Aeneid, i felt a strange sense of satisfaction.. and i was hungry.

and yet all i had were carrot sticks.

so instead, i surfed yelp.  dude i love yelp.

food is SO COOL you know?  how amazing it can be?  it's CRAZY.
i love service too.

when i was a kid, i didn't mind being rough n' tumble..  but after being pampered a bit.. MayUnn.. i likez it! hahaha

first day of school

i was nervous AND i was the first one there... i left early b/c of my ankle.
i met some people.
it was interesting/awkward at first but by the time Silver got there (the head of the program) everything improved immensely.  and by everything, i mean my awkwardness.

Silver, sort of reminds me of a female Dumbledore with Alan Rickman expressions.

My first class, modern poetics, looks fun / demanding / doable ... exciting?

My second class, looks daunting but I'm already excited.   My prof is both intelligent and intelligible.  (He says some FASCINATING things and 2 hours went by quicker than I thought!  Starting with The Odyssey, and I'm glad that I finally get to study it!)

I love the world of books, camaraderie, and large, mellifluous, three-syllables-or-more worded language.

Let's see if i like this.

5 weeks; 4 papers.
5 weeks; 4 papers.

I'll be doing this without all-nighter buddies, in a foreign setting (relatively), with a busy summer.  If i still love it, well, then... I'll love it. :)

i'm so ranted out that all i'll write is this:

when you're at school with no discipline policy...of COURSE kids stop listening to you.


So today I was just so full of it from the 8th graders.
about to explode

then Sharon comes and brings me this gift and tells me thank you and how much she appreciates me and I smiled and said thank you, and honest to goodness, almost cried.

email from Kaufman

"Those options all sound great; you can't go wrong with any of them!  And don't be wary of plunging right into to something you haven't encountered previously; that's what these kind of programs exist for.

Congratulations; and enjoy!"


That's RIGHT.

"That's what these kind of programs exist for..... enjoy!"

I was getting too calculative and tense.