so that means my summer break is only going to be a month long.
but that's ok! xD
because there is a greater possibility of me being able to graduate in three years.
i tried to figure it out, but i just got really confused and so i gave up.
but the closer i got to a solution, the more convinced i was that i might be able to graduate in three years.
so....
idk.
but here's to hopin~! xD
because the two courses i plan to take this summer are the only two prerequisites i have left to declare a psychology major. so i could apply to be a psych major in the beginning of sophomore year (provided my gpa is higher than a 3.2). And then if i take 15-16 units each semester and take another 8-9 units of summer school next year, then i will have enough units to graduate. i just need to be smart about which classes i take (need to fulfill random requirements ya kno).
and i also want to do the study abroad program, but i am way too confused about trying to graduate in three years as it is. but i REALLY want to go to the UK over the summer. :/ maybe there'll be a way i can work it out.
what would be the point of graduating in three years you ask?
easy peasy!
then i can volunteer for the peace corps and then come back to search for jobs without being too far behind. yay for competetive edges!
but this also means that i'd have to find a job over the summer/into the fall semester. because i still have ZERO work experience. :[
hrm. CONCLUSION:
this means that for the whole month of break that i DO have, you all had better be available to go on epic roadtrips and camping and everything we said we were going to do!!! xP
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
spring semester '10
schedule:
Monday
- Bio 11 [9-10am]
- MCB 50 [10-11am]
- HistArt R1B [11-12.30pm]
- Italian 1 [1-2pm]
Tuesday
- Italian 1 [1-2pm]
- MCB 50 discussion [3-4pm]
Wednesday
same as monday
Thursday
-Italian 1 [1-2pm]
Friday
- Bio 11 [9-10am]
- MCB 50 [10-11am]
- Italian 1 [1-2pm]
it's a pretty nice schedule i think. the walking is a bit much, and i'm never early enough to get a good seat without crawling over people, but it'll have to do.
Italian is interesting. It's been a long time since I've been in an introductory language class and it's a bit frustrating to be stuck learning phrases like a tourist instead of the nitty gritty grammar stuff. Ah wells. The professoressa is a nice lady and the class is full of decent human beings insofar as i can tell. No annoying people yet. :] score.
Biology 11 is an introductory Biology class for nonBio majors. The professor is tall and lanky with a slight accent that i really cannot place. But he's white. He also said that if we were looking for an easy course to boost our gpa's, this wasn't it. oh joy. It should be ok though, considering how every couple years since seventh grade I've been force fed some form of biology.
MCB 50 is an immunology and disease course. The first third is about the immune system. The second third is about infectious diseases. The third third is about non infectious diseases. Sounds awesome right? ^^ My professor for this one is smart and fast paced. He doesnt believe in homework, we have no textbook, and he explains things really well. He's a good teacher, but its hard to take notes in that class since he moves so quickly. He's kinda funny too. Seems like the kind of teacher that I would want to be if i were ever to be a teacher.
History of Art R1B is a writing course. We look at art and write about it. My instructor is an Indian woman with a British Indian kind of accent. Her focus is on Asian art, especially Japanese art. There are quite a few papers to be writing, and I already have one due on Feb. 1, but that is to be expected since it is meant to fulfill the second half of my writing requirement.
I need to apply to L&S. (college of letters and sciences)
remember that I am still technically in the college of chemistry?
I think i'll go do that now.
Then i'll cook dinner for myself.
I hope it stops raining soon.
Monday
- Bio 11 [9-10am]
- MCB 50 [10-11am]
- HistArt R1B [11-12.30pm]
- Italian 1 [1-2pm]
Tuesday
- Italian 1 [1-2pm]
- MCB 50 discussion [3-4pm]
Wednesday
same as monday
Thursday
-Italian 1 [1-2pm]
Friday
- Bio 11 [9-10am]
- MCB 50 [10-11am]
- Italian 1 [1-2pm]
it's a pretty nice schedule i think. the walking is a bit much, and i'm never early enough to get a good seat without crawling over people, but it'll have to do.
Italian is interesting. It's been a long time since I've been in an introductory language class and it's a bit frustrating to be stuck learning phrases like a tourist instead of the nitty gritty grammar stuff. Ah wells. The professoressa is a nice lady and the class is full of decent human beings insofar as i can tell. No annoying people yet. :] score.
Biology 11 is an introductory Biology class for nonBio majors. The professor is tall and lanky with a slight accent that i really cannot place. But he's white. He also said that if we were looking for an easy course to boost our gpa's, this wasn't it. oh joy. It should be ok though, considering how every couple years since seventh grade I've been force fed some form of biology.
MCB 50 is an immunology and disease course. The first third is about the immune system. The second third is about infectious diseases. The third third is about non infectious diseases. Sounds awesome right? ^^ My professor for this one is smart and fast paced. He doesnt believe in homework, we have no textbook, and he explains things really well. He's a good teacher, but its hard to take notes in that class since he moves so quickly. He's kinda funny too. Seems like the kind of teacher that I would want to be if i were ever to be a teacher.
History of Art R1B is a writing course. We look at art and write about it. My instructor is an Indian woman with a British Indian kind of accent. Her focus is on Asian art, especially Japanese art. There are quite a few papers to be writing, and I already have one due on Feb. 1, but that is to be expected since it is meant to fulfill the second half of my writing requirement.
I need to apply to L&S. (college of letters and sciences)
remember that I am still technically in the college of chemistry?
I think i'll go do that now.
Then i'll cook dinner for myself.
I hope it stops raining soon.
Friday, January 15, 2010
my heart goes out to you haiti
Tuesday there was an earthquake in Haiti.
i found out about it a couple days ago and thought nothing of it. Ah, earthquake, 7 on scale, right. Of course, i had no idea of what a 7 meant. Just remember that our Northridge earthquake was a 6.9, and Haiti is poor.
This morning i was dropping my brother off at school when I randomly decided to start listening to npr again. I learned that 1/3 of the population has been written off as either hurt or dead.
That's huge.
7,000 bodies were buried. That's more than 9/11. and there are many more bodies that have NOT been buried.
The Haitian government has no resources and cannot assist their people. Many areas have not seen any sign of the government, including police, since the disaster. They are left to fend for themselves while international aid is slowly coming to the capital.
It blows my mind how I can be so wrapped up in my little bubble of friends and family, filled only with concerns of going back to school, renovating my house, and emotional stability all around, while not too far from here people are dying, orphaned, injured, and starving to death, all without clean water or government aid.
i feel like a jerk...
if only there was a way to help.
i found out about it a couple days ago and thought nothing of it. Ah, earthquake, 7 on scale, right. Of course, i had no idea of what a 7 meant. Just remember that our Northridge earthquake was a 6.9, and Haiti is poor.
This morning i was dropping my brother off at school when I randomly decided to start listening to npr again. I learned that 1/3 of the population has been written off as either hurt or dead.
That's huge.
7,000 bodies were buried. That's more than 9/11. and there are many more bodies that have NOT been buried.
The Haitian government has no resources and cannot assist their people. Many areas have not seen any sign of the government, including police, since the disaster. They are left to fend for themselves while international aid is slowly coming to the capital.
It blows my mind how I can be so wrapped up in my little bubble of friends and family, filled only with concerns of going back to school, renovating my house, and emotional stability all around, while not too far from here people are dying, orphaned, injured, and starving to death, all without clean water or government aid.
i feel like a jerk...
if only there was a way to help.
Friday, January 8, 2010
my fingers
smell like pho.
mmmm...
and yet.
ewwww...
in other news:
i have the dawson's creek theme song stuck in my head. i never even saw an episode of that show! the universe is twisted.
boy0boy do they smell.
mmmm...
and yet.
ewwww...
in other news:
i have the dawson's creek theme song stuck in my head. i never even saw an episode of that show! the universe is twisted.
boy0boy do they smell.
Monday, January 4, 2010
i forgot about sunrises
why am i up so early?
it was dark in my room when i woke up.
My dad was kind of shaking me and asking me to drive him to the airport because my mother was sick. What else is family for?
So i haul my fat ass out of bed and follow my father into the freezing cold darkness of before dawn in my pjs and glasses. I'm quiet while he drives down to LAX, partly from being sleepy, partly from being scared of driving home in my half asleep state.
it's still dark.
He stops in the arrivals section (faster/less people than departures) and i take the driver's seat. I try not to kill myself as i merge into the left lane without my side mirror, recall the 25 mph speed limit at LAX and also that i left my license at home. Get on the freeway (which i'm not
sure is the right one, but lucky me it was).
the sky is turning pink behind me.
I am blasting music in an effort to stay awake, and turn off the heater because it's not that cold anymore.
the clouds are on fire.
i get on local streets and almost get lost. why did i get off on inglewood? hawthorne would have been fine, and it's easier.
every time i turn to the south i glance left and see the molten gold horizon wreathed in brilliant displays of hot pink, red, purple, and orange clouds.
each time i turn west i spend more time than is necessarily safe looking in my rearview mirror to see my first sunrise in God knows how long.
my favorite time of day was always sunset.
every day it was different, but it was always beautiful.
a mini-miracle that faded into thick, glossy, star spangled night.
plus you didnt have to make any effort to see it, because most likely you'd be awake and in view of the sky around sunset.
but. i forgot about sunrises.
how glorious they can be.
as if the sun wants to make sure we are paying attention each time she arrives.
"be grateful i'm here!" she seems to cry out. "pay attention to me! i'm beautiful and you better goddamn know it!"
thank goodness my window faces east.
:]
it was dark in my room when i woke up.
My dad was kind of shaking me and asking me to drive him to the airport because my mother was sick. What else is family for?
So i haul my fat ass out of bed and follow my father into the freezing cold darkness of before dawn in my pjs and glasses. I'm quiet while he drives down to LAX, partly from being sleepy, partly from being scared of driving home in my half asleep state.
it's still dark.
He stops in the arrivals section (faster/less people than departures) and i take the driver's seat. I try not to kill myself as i merge into the left lane without my side mirror, recall the 25 mph speed limit at LAX and also that i left my license at home. Get on the freeway (which i'm not
sure is the right one, but lucky me it was).
the sky is turning pink behind me.
I am blasting music in an effort to stay awake, and turn off the heater because it's not that cold anymore.
the clouds are on fire.
i get on local streets and almost get lost. why did i get off on inglewood? hawthorne would have been fine, and it's easier.
every time i turn to the south i glance left and see the molten gold horizon wreathed in brilliant displays of hot pink, red, purple, and orange clouds.
each time i turn west i spend more time than is necessarily safe looking in my rearview mirror to see my first sunrise in God knows how long.
my favorite time of day was always sunset.
every day it was different, but it was always beautiful.
a mini-miracle that faded into thick, glossy, star spangled night.
plus you didnt have to make any effort to see it, because most likely you'd be awake and in view of the sky around sunset.
but. i forgot about sunrises.
how glorious they can be.
as if the sun wants to make sure we are paying attention each time she arrives.
"be grateful i'm here!" she seems to cry out. "pay attention to me! i'm beautiful and you better goddamn know it!"
thank goodness my window faces east.
:]
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