Hi peeps, thought we needed an update. So, according to my Facebook countdown application, there are 42 days til CPW!! eeheehee. I remember that when I first added CPW onto there, it was like 120 days or something lol
In other MIT-related news, we've had lots of new people come into the MIT12 chat recently. Perhaps we should introduce them to this blog ^^
Hum. So today I accidentally locked my keys in the car... like I was in a rush in the morning, after I parked at school, I grabbed a bunch of things and set my keys down on the car seat instead of my purse and so when I got to school, I freaked out and thought I lost my keys lol. But yeah, someone had to drop me off at my violin lesson and my mommy came to school and opened the car for me. Interesting day.
Yesterday was a snow day! :D 4th one of the year lol. Too bad we don't get snow days in college.
Ooh, ComingHome is in a week and a half! :) So excited. and Science Olympiad Regionals are this weekend, yikes.
Ok I'm out.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
intravenous turkey refuse
(crossposted from my personal blog)
When I first discovered MIT, I got myself hooked on the MITblogs right away. Like an IV drip straight to the vein (although aren't they all? I guess you could miss), they nourished me with the life-giving anecdotes upon which stalkers feed. Their subtly sarcastic humor pulled me through the churning whitewaters of high school. When I had to stay up until 2 am to finish an APUSH essay that I started reading the prompt for at my usual bedtime, the MITbloggers coincidentally pulled all-nighters that night for their thesis papers or whatever, and then I would feel better about never having actually pulled an all-nighter because I would probably get my fair share of those in college. When I was all depressed about that B-prus test in Engrish, the MITbloggers assured me that life was okay, because they were getting C's on their midterms and even though MIT was way harder than high school I wasn't a loser at life. When I spent sleepless nights worrying whether MIT would defer me or just reject me outright, Ben Jones ranted uncontrollably about his overwhelming love for the applicant pool and its awesomeness, and I felt better inside.
Oh, MITblogs. I love them all, but Mitra and Sam were my favorites to read, and considering that they were pretty obviously dating, well, that just made them more awesome.
But all good things must come to an end. As mournfully chronicled by the MIT'12 chatroom, Sam made his Last MIT Blog Post Ever earlier this week. We modulo Sham would have cried, had it not been for our cultish secret: we know about his new blog.
Don't worry, Sam Maurer. We're watching you.
(Not really. But I mean, I don't know what the others are doing, so no guarantees.)
When I first discovered MIT, I got myself hooked on the MITblogs right away. Like an IV drip straight to the vein (although aren't they all? I guess you could miss), they nourished me with the life-giving anecdotes upon which stalkers feed. Their subtly sarcastic humor pulled me through the churning whitewaters of high school. When I had to stay up until 2 am to finish an APUSH essay that I started reading the prompt for at my usual bedtime, the MITbloggers coincidentally pulled all-nighters that night for their thesis papers or whatever, and then I would feel better about never having actually pulled an all-nighter because I would probably get my fair share of those in college. When I was all depressed about that B-prus test in Engrish, the MITbloggers assured me that life was okay, because they were getting C's on their midterms and even though MIT was way harder than high school I wasn't a loser at life. When I spent sleepless nights worrying whether MIT would defer me or just reject me outright, Ben Jones ranted uncontrollably about his overwhelming love for the applicant pool and its awesomeness, and I felt better inside.
Oh, MITblogs. I love them all, but Mitra and Sam were my favorites to read, and considering that they were pretty obviously dating, well, that just made them more awesome.
But all good things must come to an end. As mournfully chronicled by the MIT'12 chatroom, Sam made his Last MIT Blog Post Ever earlier this week. We modulo Sham would have cried, had it not been for our cultish secret: we know about his new blog.
Don't worry, Sam Maurer. We're watching you.
(Not really. But I mean, I don't know what the others are doing, so no guarantees.)
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
women
so these both made me angry at first. after a while though, i realized that i wasn't angry at the comics, because they are to some extent an accurate representation of our society today, and that i was in actuality upset with society.
i feel we have obviously come a long way, as a gender, especially considering the population i am blogging to (mit girlies & men); but... any
thoughts?
Monday, February 11, 2008
Some say love, it is a razor...
THAT LEAVES YOUR SOUL TO BLEED
But instead we'll listen to the music of logs (and spheres)
A few months ago, being the dork that I am, I made this little caffeine molecule thing for my phone:
And yesterday, I received a valentine embossed with its sister molecule, theobromine:
I don't know of any other school that spoils its prefrosh like this -- the individually hand signed cards, the nerdy poetry, the telethons, the frickin' cool tubes with confetti and posters. It's little things like this that make MIT that much more amazing. C'mon 12ers. Let's go be awesome and never turn back.
But instead we'll listen to the music of logs (and spheres)
A few months ago, being the dork that I am, I made this little caffeine molecule thing for my phone:
And yesterday, I received a valentine embossed with its sister molecule, theobromine:
I don't know of any other school that spoils its prefrosh like this -- the individually hand signed cards, the nerdy poetry, the telethons, the frickin' cool tubes with confetti and posters. It's little things like this that make MIT that much more amazing. C'mon 12ers. Let's go be awesome and never turn back.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Guilt trip
My brain must be guilt tripping me for never being on MIT12 anymore. Last night I had this dream that it was our first day at MIT and lots of people I don't really like from my school were somehow going to MIT and I got a creepy roommate. I remember going to Anna's and looking for you guys in search of someone to hang out with but the people from my high school kept coming in and eventually I realized I'd missed my first class. When I saw the first p-set it was quantum physics or something and then I just kind of freaked out and went back to my room, where I discovered that my roommate was yet another person from my high school.
Moral of the story: Don't neglect the chat.
Moral of the story: Don't neglect the chat.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
FOMF
At my school........................ we do FOMF! What is FOMF, you ask? Well:
FOMF stands for Friends of Millard Fillmore (the most obscure US president). It is a weekend long community trivia hunt, intended to foster learning and research skills in high school students. This year it was from Feb 1 - 3 (Friday thru Sunday)... yes, it is always on Super Bowl Weekend, every year. The idea of FOMF is that schools compete against each other to see who can answer the most trivia questions correctly.
My school had 10 captains. I was one of two Operations Captains. We had 2 Proofreading Captains, 1 Tech Captain, 2 Office Captains, 1 Bring-In Captain, 1 Wall Captain, and 1 Library Captain. (most of us were sick or got sick over fomf weekend. but we still perservered!) Together, we managed 200+ people (students, parents, teachers, alumni), and all worked together to figure out the answers to the 80 trivia questions. We then worked on getting our answers documented. We would only receive credit for our answers if they were typed up perfectly and were documented by two reliable (books, newspapers, magazines, DVD's, etc... ANYTHING except the Internet basically) sources. This meant that we were rushing out to libraries and bookstores, photocopying pages like mad, because these photocopies were our proofs.
I personally spent hours upon hours arranging sponsorships from major food chain stores, arranging parent volunteers and chaperones, doing all the paperwork for extra credit forms for students and overnight stay forms for hardcore fomfers, and finally, my most important job: checking incoming proofs from students. This was a mindblearingly tiring job. My eyes tired from staring and highlighting photocopies of books... I slept over both nights, spending about 60 hours at school... I went 36 hours without showering (ew! I know! but it was for a Cause!)... ran around Stanford library and burning my eyes out at the microfiche... I drove like a mofo to Noah's Bagels to grab food donations... I yelled (not at specific people, just general announcements and such) until my lungs burned out and my voice died (and I'm not a superaggressive person...) - unfortunately before adjudication. I couldn't be a lawyer, but I skipped school Monday to help our school's two lawyers prepare...
it was an intense weekend!
(and it's NOT over. still so much paperwork... gah)
Joy
FOMF stands for Friends of Millard Fillmore (the most obscure US president). It is a weekend long community trivia hunt, intended to foster learning and research skills in high school students. This year it was from Feb 1 - 3 (Friday thru Sunday)... yes, it is always on Super Bowl Weekend, every year. The idea of FOMF is that schools compete against each other to see who can answer the most trivia questions correctly.
My school had 10 captains. I was one of two Operations Captains. We had 2 Proofreading Captains, 1 Tech Captain, 2 Office Captains, 1 Bring-In Captain, 1 Wall Captain, and 1 Library Captain. (most of us were sick or got sick over fomf weekend. but we still perservered!) Together, we managed 200+ people (students, parents, teachers, alumni), and all worked together to figure out the answers to the 80 trivia questions. We then worked on getting our answers documented. We would only receive credit for our answers if they were typed up perfectly and were documented by two reliable (books, newspapers, magazines, DVD's, etc... ANYTHING except the Internet basically) sources. This meant that we were rushing out to libraries and bookstores, photocopying pages like mad, because these photocopies were our proofs.
I personally spent hours upon hours arranging sponsorships from major food chain stores, arranging parent volunteers and chaperones, doing all the paperwork for extra credit forms for students and overnight stay forms for hardcore fomfers, and finally, my most important job: checking incoming proofs from students. This was a mindblearingly tiring job. My eyes tired from staring and highlighting photocopies of books... I slept over both nights, spending about 60 hours at school... I went 36 hours without showering (ew! I know! but it was for a Cause!)... ran around Stanford library and burning my eyes out at the microfiche... I drove like a mofo to Noah's Bagels to grab food donations... I yelled (not at specific people, just general announcements and such) until my lungs burned out and my voice died (and I'm not a superaggressive person...) - unfortunately before adjudication. I couldn't be a lawyer, but I skipped school Monday to help our school's two lawyers prepare...
it was an intense weekend!
(and it's NOT over. still so much paperwork... gah)
Joy
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