|On my wall April 9th 2008|
Five years before that April 4th 2003 I took my qualifying exams again. This time I actually had to drill for the exam as opposed to just studying a lot around the topics. Thanks to everyone who helped me prep; you would fail without pointed prep for this exam. I hated having to work so hard for zero psychic reward.
At the tests, I did a decent job maybe, at least I didn't just spend the entire hour repeating "I don't know" like the first time. Then I sent an email invite to friends for a little get-together and went off with Sid to get stuff for a party at my apartment.
|On my wall on April 4th 2003|
In two weeks, April 18th 2003 there was my favourite day of the Caltech school year - the Int'l Food Fair. Afterwards I met this "kid" - he looked young to me - named Peter at this salsa place I agreed to go to with Corinne and the other salseros. I would never go out, normally, except that I had just conditionally passed and felt free to waste a little time.
Salsa club night would have been a great time to get the guy I liked who had tried to "talk to me" at Lisa's birthday party where I'd had to explain that I had this thing coming up in two months which left me with no time at all and I would be free after that. So I'm at salsa place trying to get his attention while he's running after some silly girl :) but there's this other person Peter not my type at all who tries to get my attention and he's not completely bad in fact he's a wonderful guy and we survive four months before this bird has to fly again. Four months of fun and screw studying because I need a break. Hard to think all this was TEN years ago. ------
Five years before that, I was in Washington DC, at the real HU. At this time guess I was fresh in America ready to work like a maniac for the A's. If I had to take the Metro to get a haircut I took my Calculus with me and didn't just read the book like I read math nowadays, I had a pen and notebook to work out problems.
My roommate L didn't have those worries, she painted her nails all day, this woman had pre-shower rituals and post-shower rituals and best friends and boys and shopping and events. I thought she was such a slacker. She thought I was such an African lol.
Biggest challenge I had was passing the 1.5 mile run at ROTC. It seemed everybody else could manage the physical fitness tests (PFT - you know how the military love acronyms) and run. But me, even the thought of going that many times round the track was intimidating. My suite-mate Tara said "focus on your breathing" and suggested staircase climbing inside my building to build endurance, which was great because I could skip the cold outside which was one of key my objectives in life at the time.
So April 1998 I think I managed to do the run in only twice the fastest guy's time (yaaay!) and even if I did rubbish on the pull ups, push ups, sit ups etc. still sorta passed. Got congratulations too, not conditions.