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Name: janice
Interests: Books and knowledge. HAH! I want a hippopotamus for Christmas (I don't think Santa Claus will mind, do you?).
Expertise: I'm an expert tease. I've built up a great resistance to caffeine and sugar.
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2/26/2006
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| - Oh goodness so I just got back from the grocery store and on the way to the dorm I passed Robert (my physics TA) and Kent Shirer and Robert waved at me and I said ".........HI ROBERT" and pedalled terrifically fast away.
- guys can still be really really hot even if they have girlfriends
- I fail to see why band kids throw parties. We act exactly the same drunk as we do sober, except that some of us are really adorable drunks.
- Cal Poly SLO's band
- has a baton twirler and auxiliary
- plays high-school-reminiscent arrangements of concert band music
- throws down the score from Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves first in a battle of bands
- and I'm the only one on the Davis side who knows what it is
- glide-steps, but not really, because it's not a competition and they're too sloppy
- marches in white shoes
- is an extension of high school marching band
- Mav'rick punch Everclear diluted with Hawaiian punch is disgusting.
- All the halfway attractive males in band already have girlfriends. In band.
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| there is yet hope for your male population. Biologist modus operandi (the hopeful version, not the pessimistic-realist one) says that if there is one sample of an organism thought to be extinct (or endangered, at least), then there should be more!
No, that didn't make much logical sense.
KENT THE GRAD STUDENT.
^^ His name is Kent, as opposed to the "Kevin" I'd been calling him the entire class.
But first! Background story!
Our 2.5-hour physics discussion/lab is taught by a TA. Robert is the one assigned to our section, but he was out of town last week. Being a responsible (albeit irksome) TA, he arranged for two replacement TAs, one for each day he would be missing. We got Kent on Thursday and Chris today (supposed to get Chris, at least -- he never showed up and the class left after fifteen minutes of waiting outside).
So KENT. He's not dorky-cute like Matt "Chalk-Pants" Rodrigues (the calculus TA), but hot. Hot like Koji Mori, but with more jalapenos. Or whatever Italian people eat, because I'm pretty sure he's Italian, too! He fences! He graduated from Northwestern!
(He probably has a girlfriend!)
(shut up shut up shut up)
Shorter than me by like an inch but WHATEVER.
Going to go look up the fencing team's schedule now!
UPDATES
After an hour of Google stalking careful research, it looks like
1) Mr Shirer is disgustingly smart (hence the BA from Northwestern, duhhh). His senior thesis on "Aerogel Growth and Something Something Something" only cemented my conviction that advanced, comprehensive physics is not in my future.
2) He was a Siemens Competition semifinalist in his senior year at Lincoln High, NEBRASKA.
I don't know where Nebraska is.
3) He has a girlfriend. Her name is Kari.
4) He was "the top kid from Northwestern" when he fenced there on a foil, but he's not continuing at Davis because the fencing here is only a sport club and that's not legitimate enough for his hardcore fencing tastes.
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| By all definitions, I'm still a teenager, but I don't feel like a teenager. I feel like an adult. I want to be back there, but I'm up here.
Roommate is being noisy in the other room with two friends, talking about seduction and sluts and sex and Greek and partying and drinking and appearances.
Constant exposure to profanity results in inurement and, eventually, adoption.
Stories of band kids and band parties are no lies. 2009 Crusaders has it.
Thank you for the postcard, Jay. Recompense will come soon (I've already posted a letter, but that was before receipt of the postcard).
Frustration manifests itself in the physics workload.
The awesome: 95% on the first Biodiversity term paper, with "one of the best term papers from this class" and "a pleasure to read."
--- Situational less awesomes: Deductions for a) citation errors that could have been avoided had it been finished early enough to be submitted as a draft for revision and b) a stylistic blunder that was writing BS thrown out in desperation to meet the minimum word count. Take, also, that the paper was submitted four minutes before the deadline (hence BS).
Picture positives.
Downtown Davis. Ridiculously small blocks easily traversed under a minute, but leaking small-community college-town feel from the cobblestones (of which there are many).
Frozen yoghurt, at an inflated $0.39/ounce from Yoghurtland's $0.30/ounce, but with a greater variety of toppings.
Greater variety of toppings drowned in hot fudge.
Supporting the equestrian team with pizza, one-half pesto/tomato, one-half Mediterranean.
Things ordered online arrive in the mail, missing the monsoon by three days but still green and wonderful.
The sky went wonky. Look, Homecoming also. But no dances; only a slew of parties.
The free food is absolutely disgusting in retrospect, but delicious when you're fatigued and starving and in uniform.
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| First rainy day, Davis can't do the whole "gentle-welcome-for-the-freshmen" thang. No. No. It vomits a shipload of water on the population and throws forty different-directional winds into the mix and shakes it all up. Whirrr. Blend, blend.
Twenty minutes walking to my first class, each way, because the winds were 35 mph and I have neither raincoat nor wellies (no no no I was not prepared for this at all).
My umbrella flipped belly-out five times. My top half remained satisfactorily dry, but I may as well have gone wading in the pools in Cuarto, that's how thoroughly soaked my jeans and socks and shoes were.
I was ten minutes late to the seminar -- right, it was a seminar, not even a legitimate class. Half of the class never showed up, the teacher was thirty minutes late because of accidents on the I-5, and I could have accomplished as much as we did without getting out of bed this morning.
I saw a drowned rat on the sidewalk on my way back.
Biodiversity lecture at one, but I don't want to walk in the rain again. Maybe biking this time? Very slowly?
I hear sirens.
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ON THE WALL BY MY PILLOW.
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