-faculty/staff parking pass! I’m nothing but grateful ;_; well, I do feel so legit with it haha
-students from my labs that I didn’t fail that will wave hello at me!!! :D
-running into people telling me things that I, for some reason, need to know but would have not known otherwise…
-survived first lab! I’m sure they all think I’m a nervous mess but that’s alright… I will kick their butt!! Full of bio majors… Gotta make this worth all their time and money by drilling habits, like washing hands, into their minds *_*
I feel happy if I am able to conveniently give people rides. So…. Let the semester continue!!!
Please, people when you write a review of a laptop don’t tell me you dropped the rating because you hate windows 8 or are just writing to say it looks nice. Please do an interested buyer a favor and tell me how long the battery has been holding out and what kind of work you do on it etc. Why are you just commenting on what color it actually looks like???
Also please don’t tell me you bought a $700 computer so your 8 year old can play minecraft…
I don’t know how to feel anymore
Also, my heart goes out to all the moanalua kids. My heart hurts because things change so quickly and there will always be his shock and desperation to go back because its so unbelievably fast how lives can get lost. And things can happen to anyone, without warning.
And I cried for them because everyone goes away to a three day weekend expecting school to continue on as usual, even grudgingly, after the break is over. No one expects to come back to a classroom with one less student. Even moreso 7 classrooms, each with their own sense of being no matter how close or separated the members are. Because one student is more than enough a reminder, or a wake up call, of life’s fragility… Of how temporary everything is.
And I cry because I know that the school will have to go through what it did… Four years ago ? I just wish the senior class, especially, was spared this pain.
My prayers go out to the family and friends. Time will heal it it does not return things to the normal that once existed, but it does ease everyone into the new normal.
And though it feels as if we are only experiencing a stop in our daily routines…as we will still continue going to work, sitting in traffic, eating dinner, planning the future… The insides that execute these routines are already experiencing change. Every little thing adds up to something.
1. Nothing you can say or do is good enough 2. They comment on the smallest flaw or perceived imperfection 3. They drag up your past and won’t allow you to be different 4. They act like they are fabulous and never make mistakes 5. They leave you feeling guilty and ashamed of who you are 6. They’re critical, controlling and don’t think about your needs 7. They leave you feeling beaten, wounded, battered, bruised and torn 8. They violate your boundaries, and they never respect “no” 9. They don’t care about your feelings – and they like to see you suffer 10. It’s always about them, and what they think, and want, and feel.
Wore shoes and immediately missed the slipper days of summer yo
Drove through decent traffic!
Ran into (not literally) so many people it was almost traumatic (five steps away from my car in the parking structure; while I was leaving the chem building; sitting in the cafeteria; right after I stood up from my seat in the cafeteria; about to cross the street; in one for lunch)
Had nice chats with said people, especially a nice morning chat with Becca and a curry lunch with Grace
Sat for an hour in a blissfully empty and air conditioned room (1st week is always the best)
Had an efficient talk with the boss ladies
Drove relatively happily because good timing makes me INCREDIBLY happy, because its as if the world says I WANT THINGS TO WORK OUT FOR YOU EFFICIENTLY AND EFFECTIVELY
Smiled a lot
Going back to school even though everyone there asks me while I’m still there is both exhilarating and tiring… But it really just feels good to do stuff.
Probably not, partly because I am still recovering from meningitis and so the thought of doing anything out of bed is a bit overwhelming, but also for other reasons. I worry this makes me a totally humorless party pooper, but…
That said, I have mixed feelings about tying fundraising (or awareness campaigns) to stuff like the ice bucket challenge. Here’s the question: Why are we raising money for ALS instead of raising money for pediatric cancer research or food aid or for domestic violence shelters?
I feel like the answer to that question ought to be, “We’re raising money for ALS because ALS research is underfunded and can benefit from these resources,” not, “We’re raising money for ALS because the ice bucket challenge is a thing on the Internet right now.” If our philanthropy is dictated only by what happens to bubble up to the surface of the Internet’s consciousness, we’re not making careful choices about how to distribute our limited resources.
And when it comes to charity, everyone has limited resources. Whether you give $5 or $5,000,000 a year to charities, there will always be good causes you cannot fund. So you need a very good answer to the question, “Why did you donate to X and Y?” because there will always be a Z—a very worthy Z—to which you did not donate.
This is not meant in any way to diss those who’ve participated in the ice bucket challenge: it’s an important cause and it has been tremendously successful. And I certainly don’t want to strip the joy of giving and sharing from charity. Sarah and I are just focused on trying to make sure our giving is driven by need and the opportunity to create lasting change.