So now faith is replaced with a logic so cold
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Some random blurbs:
Grades are up. I fucked up royally this quarter. So much for finally raising my GPA above 3.0. I don't think it's even possible anymore.
I found out that I need to take both the general GREs and the subject GREs for grad school. I must do exceptionally well on both to make up for my shitty, shitty GPA. Ah, it's just like High School all over again. They tell you once you get to college, everything is different. But honestly, it's exactly the same.
I decided to accept the unpaid internship position. They only have me working two and a half days a week and I will definitely get a letter of recommendation from them. I even get to conduct my own study and maybe even get published.
I was at the Costa Mesa Mitsuwa eating ramen (the best ramen ever, by the way) last week and they were showing this weird Japanese show on the TVs they have there. Apparently the kids in Japan play a weird game involving big nets, big fans, and paper airplanes. There are two teams, one on "offense," and one on "defense"...I think. The team on offense has one player at the baseline of what looks like a volleyball court, and that person throws a paper airplane. The other players on offense then try to catch the paper airplane with their big nets. The defense's job then, is to try to disrupt the flight pattern of the paper airplane with their big fans and prevent the other team from catching the paper airplaine. They take turns being on offense and defense, I think; and there is a point-based system that determines who wins and loses. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but the kids seemed really intense when they interviewed them. Apparently this is a big thing over in Japan. Those crazy Japanese...
Apparently the San Diego Police department employs RSVPs, a.k.a. Retired Senior Volunteer Patrols. They get to drive around in a quasi-police car (I say "quasi" because the car only had an orange half-siren positioned on top of the hood and very few markings) and serve as "ambassadors to the public" by helping to "assist the public with everyday questions (such as recommending good restaurants, parking, activities, etc)." LOL.
Some random blurbs:
Grades are up. I fucked up royally this quarter. So much for finally raising my GPA above 3.0. I don't think it's even possible anymore.
I found out that I need to take both the general GREs and the subject GREs for grad school. I must do exceptionally well on both to make up for my shitty, shitty GPA. Ah, it's just like High School all over again. They tell you once you get to college, everything is different. But honestly, it's exactly the same.
I decided to accept the unpaid internship position. They only have me working two and a half days a week and I will definitely get a letter of recommendation from them. I even get to conduct my own study and maybe even get published.
I was at the Costa Mesa Mitsuwa eating ramen (the best ramen ever, by the way) last week and they were showing this weird Japanese show on the TVs they have there. Apparently the kids in Japan play a weird game involving big nets, big fans, and paper airplanes. There are two teams, one on "offense," and one on "defense"...I think. The team on offense has one player at the baseline of what looks like a volleyball court, and that person throws a paper airplane. The other players on offense then try to catch the paper airplane with their big nets. The defense's job then, is to try to disrupt the flight pattern of the paper airplane with their big fans and prevent the other team from catching the paper airplaine. They take turns being on offense and defense, I think; and there is a point-based system that determines who wins and loses. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but the kids seemed really intense when they interviewed them. Apparently this is a big thing over in Japan. Those crazy Japanese...
Apparently the San Diego Police department employs RSVPs, a.k.a. Retired Senior Volunteer Patrols. They get to drive around in a quasi-police car (I say "quasi" because the car only had an orange half-siren positioned on top of the hood and very few markings) and serve as "ambassadors to the public" by helping to "assist the public with everyday questions (such as recommending good restaurants, parking, activities, etc)." LOL.
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