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One week till Sanders

Saturday, October 29th, 2005

Top of the World (8 Sep 2005), originally uploaded by J Y.

Taken aboard the SIA non-stop flight from New York to Singapore. I was standing in the little open area they have at the back of the plane for guests to stretch their legs and get a snack, and I was trying to read some Rawls (reading in my seat meant that I fell alseep every few lines or so) so I raised the window shade to see if I could get more light. That was when I was greeted by this glorious sight of Canada or Alsaka (?) and hurried to get my camera.

Today I dragged myself up at about 8.30am so I could meet Asya for breakfast and ended up eating with Millie, and later Devon, as well. I managed to get through the French reading that’s been making me feel guilty which is nice, but the rest of the day was sucked up by Dins rehearsal. The concert is in exactly a week and we’re not exactly close to being ready yet. Very tiring. I should be spending the evening reading or writing, but instead I’m going to the HRO concert with Wojtek, and to make sure I don’t fall asleep then, I’m going to take a nap now.

Also, we have officially skipped autumn and gone straight to winter.  It’s only October, and we’ve had our first big snowfall.  Not only have the trees yet to lose their leaves, most of the trees are still green!  It’s pretty, but a bit early in the year.

Is it really only Saturday?

Saturday, October 29th, 2005

Drat, my free day is over.  I want another Friday!!

Today I read some Gov (about a quarter of what I wanted to do) and some French (about a third what I wanted to do), I also did a HBS study (that made me $40 in about 20 minutes!) and edited a chapter for my new job (exciting!).  But that’s pretty much all I did, and I have so many things left that need to be done by Monday.  And all of you should know what Mondays are like around here….  for me at least.

Friday night was spent serendipitously with Kieran, whom I love dearly.  We had made plans to see various shows this evening, all of which fell through, so we ended up just hanging out together and chatting.  We had dinner at Pho, where I finally ate something different, and then we had dessert and tea at Finale, which I’ve actually never sat down at before.  Those were some good times.  We managed to talk about some serious things while also laughing so hard at the amusing things we said to each other (which may or may not have weirded out the people sitting next to us).  At the end of the night I kind of thought it was about 9.30pm, but it turned out to be nearly midnight.  Which made me feel bad for flaking out on Jon, and also kind of bad that I had taken up Kieran’s entire evening when she had gotten calls from her blockmates to hang out with them.  But I had fun, and she says she did too, so it’s all good.  I’m going to be so sad when she goes to Paris.

And then I came home and had a nice chat with Ryan, which chased away my fatigue, and during which I got to share a little secret, which was very satisfying.  That was great for me because I dislike having personal secrets, but I also hate having honesty bite me in the behind.  I trust Ryan and I *love* being able to trust people with so much confidence (I normally trust people anyway, but without as much certainty as to whether my trust is ill-founded).  Like I expounded randomly to Kieran (I do these convoluted monologues far too often), honesty and frankness are very important values of mine (tempered by good sense, respect and tact, of course).

Tomorrow I have to get work done.  I am *afraid* for next week.

Dins Reatreat at Avon-by-the-Sea NJ (14 Sep 2005)

Friday, October 28th, 2005

Dins Reatreat at Avon-by-the-Sea NJ (14 Sep 2005), originally uploaded by J Y.

Jon W. was ill and in bed when this was taken by Mrs Witdorchic, the owner and desginer of this beautiful house.

From left: Jon C., Sam, Evan, me, Adam, Alan, Chrix, Dave, Jhosh, Colby

Flickr – testing, testing…. is this thing on?

Friday, October 28th, 2005

Ok, I’m testing a new, less labor-intensive way of sharing photos, so bear with me while I fiddle with it….

 flickr, a fancy photo sharing thing.

Monkey Puzzle (6 Aug 2005)

Friday, October 28th, 2005

Monkey Puzzle (6 Aug 2005), originally uploaded by J Y.

Giant Waterlilies at Kew (6 Aug 2005)

Friday, October 28th, 2005

Giant Waterlilies at Kew (6 Aug 2005), originally uploaded by J Y.

Kew Glass Sculptures (6 Aug 2005)

Friday, October 28th, 2005

Kew Glass Sculptures (6 Aug 2005), originally uploaded by J Y.

View from Trafalgar Square (3 Aug 2005)

Friday, October 28th, 2005

View from Trafalgar Square (3 Aug 2005), originally uploaded by J Y.

Singapore Street Opera (12 Aug 2005)

Thursday, October 27th, 2005

Singapore Street Opera (12 Aug 2005), originally uploaded by J Y.

Are we there yet?

Tuesday, October 25th, 2005

Finally, a moment to recollect my thoughts, to give some actual thought to what I’m wearing*, and to pick up some of the stuff on my bedroom floor.

*I don’t think I’ve looked as bedraggled this semester as this afternoon at 3.05pm when I left the Core Program office after turning in my Justice paper.

Ok, so as promised, here’s what I’ve been up to since 10pm two days ago (people should tell me if they find these itineraries boring so I stop putting them up).


10pm: Fiddling with group essay for MIT class. I told my group I would have a draft for them to vet by Friday (yes, the day before)
10.30pm: Leave for HUCEP with Ryan
10.45pm: In CVS buying Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, Flaming Hot! Cheetos, Twerps and assorted other junk food.
11pm: I’m back at my desk eating cheetos, drinking a can of ginger ale
11.30pm: I’ve finished the cheetos, the ginger ale and two peanut butter cups (anyone keeping a calorie count? I am – that’s nearly a thousand. I don’t even want to think about fat calories). I feel fairly disgusted. The group essay is about half done.
12.15am: I email off the group essay (realising that I don’t know the names of my group members to put on the paper). I start work on the other essay I have due at 9am that morning.
12.30am: In the Quincy gym, walking on the treadmill while reading the background materials for my essay. There are five readings to respond to.
1.50am: Ryan comes looking for me because it’s time to sign out from HUCEP. I have walked three miles, supposedly burned about 500 calories and read two of the articles… the two shortest ones.
2.15am: Back in the room, I take a shower, then realise that I’ve left my Nalgene bottle in the gym, so I decide to go back there and do a little more reading.
3am: Sitting in the brightly-lit gym, reading
4.30am: I’ve starting to drowse after having read about half an article and wondering, “why do I have 200 pages of reading to do??”
4.35am: I fall asleep on the floor in the gym. Fortunately I have my blanket with me, so it’s not that sad. Actually, it’s still really sad.
about 4.50am: I wake up, in the dark, on the floor and wonder where I am. I realise I’m in the gym, wake my arms about so that the motion-sensor lights come on, and read just a little more.
5.30am: I’m in my room, going to bed.


10am: I’m awake, and my essay is now both unwritten and an hour overdue. I also have class in an hour and nearly half the source-materials unread.
10.40: I’ve skimmed the remaining source material (skimmed = guessed what the author wrote based on aub-headings) and hunker down to write the synthesis essay.
11.20: I’ve submitted my paper, which is just over two pages. I hurry over to Sander’s Theater for my class which started at 11am.
11.27am: I slide into the row where Ryan has a banana (breakfast!) waiting for me. Fortunately Professor S. has just finished his summary of what we did last time and is only beginning to move to new material.
12noon: One class down, many more to go. I hurry back to Quincy, get my lunch and bring the tray back to my room.
12.10pm: I’m speed-reading the discussion materials for International Law. There are about 50 pages, so it’s not impossible to finish before section starts at 1pm.
1pm: I bring my tray back to the dining hall, get dessert and walk into my section which is conveniently held in a room at the back of the dining hall. I have about five pages left to read.
1.20pm: I have finished reading the materials for the section. The sugar from the desert starts to induce a food-coma made worse by my general fatigue. Occassionally I read the odd page from my French sourcebook for my next class.
2.20pm: Section unexpectedly ends early, after a rather insipid discussion on the role of and possible reforms for the UN security council.
2.25: Back in my room to dump the absurdly heavy Gov sourcebook. I read another couple of pages of French.
2.50pm: I leave my room with twenty pages of French to go.
2.57pm: I realise just before walking into class that we were supposed to have viewed a French film to be discussed in class that day. Naturally I cannot even remember what film, and certainly have made no attempt to view it in advance. Drat.
3pm: Class starts. Seventeen impossibly convoluted pages of French left to read.
5pm: Class ends. I still have five pages of the reading undone. Oh well.
5.04pm: I’m in Sanders again, this time for Dins rehearsal, which started at 4pm while I was in class.
5.09pm: Rehearsal ends, after one final song.
5.15pm: In Quincy having dinner with Jeff.
6pm: Rehearsals start up again, this time in Adams JCR.
6.50pm: I leave for class at MIT. It’s raining, again.
6.53pm: I miss the bus. And feeling exasperated I hail a taxicab. The ride down Mass Ave costs $7.
7.03pm: I arrive at the classroom only to discover that the location has shifted to another room within the labyrinthine MIT complex.
7.09pm: I find the new location, it appears locked and empty. I am now quite overheated from rushing about, and mystified as to where the class might be.
7.10pm: The TF for the class emerges from the locked room. It turns out the new location is in an adjoining room hidden off to the side behind the locked door.
7.15pm: I’ve received back both the essays I wrote in the last eighteen hours. The group essay did ok, though not exceptionally well. My other essay earned the worst grade I’ve gotten out of four essays. It’s not a bad grade, I guess, but I don’t want to slip in this class.

9pm: Class finally ends. I still love the class, but I’m beginning to see that the Professor is pretty immovably certain about some things that I feel justified in not believing.
10pm: A short walk, quick detour to pick up a free DVD from blockbuster, a bus ride and trip to CVS to buy replacement batteries for my dead wireless mouse later, I am home.
11.30pm: I’ve watched two episodes of ANTM because I feel like I deserve it (I really don’t) and then start getting ready for bed.
12.30am: Asleep.


9.30am: I’m awake, and I have a paper strictly due at 3pm. It is clear that there’s going to be a bit of a crunch. I’ve already written the opening paragraph and conclusion, which take up about two pages of a seven page limit.
10am: I’ve officially skipped my first class. The essay is coming along nicely. I feel guilty about missing an important lecture on the International Court of Justice.
11.30pm: My second class of the day begins. Professor M. is talking about the libertarian analysis of federal abortion laws. My essay is probably about five pages.
1pm: Where did the time go? I’ve eaten two peanut butter cups. I’m worried about running out of space.
2pm: Lunch is ending in the dining halls. I’m clearly not going to get to eat there today. My essay is nearly done but needs to read over with a fine tooth comb. I also need to jettison some of my original ideas in order to make the time and page limit.
2.45pm: I’m clearly running out of time. I start writing a bibliography, which is horrendous because I can’t find a couple of important references so I’m forced to fudge it a little, meaning I leave out the publisher and year for one of my references.
2.50pm: I’ve printed my essay to the Quincy computer lab in the basement of the next building. Just because I’m slightly paranoid I throw my essay onto the network.
2.53pm: I’m panicking because my essay has printed wrongly (my pc settings were for two-pages-per-sheet) so I log on to the network and print another copy. Have I mentioned it’s raining, still?
2.57pm: I’m sprinting towards the Core Program office on Dunster Street with my essay in hand. It’s raining, and I only know roughly where the building is, partly with Devon’s help. A line from my TF’s email instructions is ringing in my head: “Don’t turn in your paper late. 3.01pm and you already lose a third of your grade.”
2.59ish: I join a stream of students hurrying to turn their papers in. This is after all a class with over a thousand enrolled students. My glasses fog up the moment I enter the building so I can’t really see either way. I stumble up to the second floor and turn my paper in. On the way out I meet Matt, Will and Evan.
3.10pm: I realize that I forgot to list the principal source of my paper in my bibliography – it’s the source material that the question asked us to respond to. Whoops. Too late. Too bad. In the end it turns out that neither Ryan nor Emily even included a bibliography so I guess it’s not that big a deal. I hope.
3.15pm – 6pm: I buy myself some lunch, tidy my room, change the fluffies’ diapers, call back Dr H to talk about research work, change clothes and eat lunch. I’m starting to feel less bedraggled. I also realise I don’t believe one of the major arguments I proposed in my justice essay.
6.05pm – 8.05pm: Dins rehearsal.
8.05pm-9.30pm: Blog writing, emails, laundry etc.
10pm: I’m hoping to be in the Quincy gym, probably reading for Justice tomorrow. And we’ve come full circle, no?