I go to a school on the quarter system. In other words, I learn about 16 weeks of material in 10. I'm now a senior and I've gone through many quarters, but it always hits me around week 5. This week, so far, I've had one exam, a proposal, a multitude of homework assignments, a presentation, and tomorrow, another exam. I sleep about two hours a night and I think I'm addicted to coffee. I also have to get my graduate school applications in.
I want to sleep.
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Thursday, October 20, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Happy Birthday?
Birthdays, in my opinion, are always awkward. Either they are a big deal or a sad, silent affair. It's never a normal day. I admit, I'm a shy and awkward person. I don't like owning the spotlight, so when it comes to my birthday, I stay quiet. I don't go around in a tiara and gown, shouting the date of my birth. Going into this week, I expected a normal, quiet day at school on my twentieth birthday. Besides the quiet, "Happy Birthday", from my parents, I didn't expect much.
I was wrong.
During yesterday's lab meeting, the first of the term, the Professor passed around a sheet to write our information on, including our date of births. I remember when I received the paper. It would look weird to see an empty box right next to my name, so I hesitantly signed it and foolishly hoped the Professor would ignore it. When I went home that night, there are an email from the Professor asking about my cake preference. I couldn't hide it.
Walking into the lab this morning, I pretended it was a normal day. Most of the lab didn't know it was my birthday, so everything was fine. It wasn't until the Professor popped up, saying, "Happy Birthday!" and announcing cake time. I enjoy cake but not at the expense of my shyness. The lab was eating cake in the break room when the biology department secretary, who is pregnant, came in. I was amazed at her ability to spot the cake. Somehow, she managed to sense cake from the fourth floor. Maybe it's the pregnancy? I didn't mind sharing the cake but she called me a baby when I told her I was twenty.
All my life, I've always been the youngest. Now that I'm not longer teen, I thought people would treat me as an adult. I feel like an adult. As a senior, I'm making choices that will affect my entire life. However, people still treat me as a child. With such conflicting messages, I really don't know where I am. Am I a child? Am I an adult?
Happy birthday to me...
I was wrong.
During yesterday's lab meeting, the first of the term, the Professor passed around a sheet to write our information on, including our date of births. I remember when I received the paper. It would look weird to see an empty box right next to my name, so I hesitantly signed it and foolishly hoped the Professor would ignore it. When I went home that night, there are an email from the Professor asking about my cake preference. I couldn't hide it.
Walking into the lab this morning, I pretended it was a normal day. Most of the lab didn't know it was my birthday, so everything was fine. It wasn't until the Professor popped up, saying, "Happy Birthday!" and announcing cake time. I enjoy cake but not at the expense of my shyness. The lab was eating cake in the break room when the biology department secretary, who is pregnant, came in. I was amazed at her ability to spot the cake. Somehow, she managed to sense cake from the fourth floor. Maybe it's the pregnancy? I didn't mind sharing the cake but she called me a baby when I told her I was twenty.
All my life, I've always been the youngest. Now that I'm not longer teen, I thought people would treat me as an adult. I feel like an adult. As a senior, I'm making choices that will affect my entire life. However, people still treat me as a child. With such conflicting messages, I really don't know where I am. Am I a child? Am I an adult?
Happy birthday to me...
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