In this post, you’ll find:
- Career ramblings
- School musings
- Music murmurings
(I needed to keep the parallelism!)
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So I’ve been a (mostly) loyal Gmail user for the last, oh, four years or so, but nothing has me quite as happy in Gmail as the rolling out of the TEA HOUSE theme. It’s cute beyond words. I think it’s worth switching (from Hotmail, or Yahoo!) just for the cute little fox 😀 And his fishy lanterns!
Comme mes études universitaires sont en voie d’achèvement, je me suis mise à songer à l’école secondaire. Mes amis, je ne sais pas si vous vous souviendrez de cette chanson, je crois que le prof nous l’a fait jouer.
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Chemistry drinking socials are vaguely amusing for the first hour or so. I really only went because a former co-worker of mine was going to be there; not having seen her for a few months, I jumped at the chance to catch up a little bit. This turned out to be a mistake, actually, as she and I never really went beyond workplace acquaintances. So we chatted briefly–she was already a bit buzzed and so was a little distracted. We parted ways soon after.
The crowd at these things tends to be a mix of undergrads and grad students; now and then a prof will wander in–I saw the head of the department there, actually, though I didn’t speak to him. Later, friends of friends start arriving–I met a physiology major, a math/comp sci major, and a few engineers…
I need to learn how to mingle a bit better. It’s always a bit awkward in situations like this where people often come in groups–how do you break in? Is it okay to break in? I had tried to rustle up a friend to come with me–I popped by his lab, and he assured me he’d “meet [me] there in half an hour”. He never showed up, of course.
Because he wasn’t there to save me from social interaction, I did get to know one of the other Honours students a bit better, and re-connected with a few people I’d seen before. I also ran into (if that’s the right term) an old classmate from elementary school. That was interesting.
I’m not exactly sure why I keep going to these things. I think it’s really more to chat with people than the cheap alcohol; I don’t like beer, anyway, and nursed one drink for most of the evening.
I mean that quite literally.
Who would have thought–being in the lab at 11:30 on a school night is really, really not that glamourous.