Even More Stories 7/15/2001
Anyway, the next morning I had made breakfast plans with Sally, Karen and Ro. Actually, the night before I had heard the three of them making plans and I asked Sally if I could come along. It didn't matter; I had fun. Breakfast was awesome--frozen cappuccino and an awesome almond croissant. People who aren't in college don't realize it, but food becomes very important when you're away. The food sucks so badly that when you get decent food, it makes your entire day sunnier. On the way back to the buses, I met an Asian New Yorker named Brooke, who I adore. There were three NYers in my group; one didn't speak English very well and smelled really, really badly. Not to be rude, but is it so hard to take a damn shower and put on some deodorant???
Anyway, so this beautiful girl just starts talking to me. Not that my friends aren't pretty, but most girls that beautiful are picky when it comes to people that they talk to. So anyway, Brooke just starts asking, "So, you're the third NYer in this group? What are you thinking of this trip?" We started talking about how northerners are the minority here, how Southern TA's (especially ours) favored the southern belles in our group over everyone else. Don't get me wrong, I'm not against all southerners. My friend Ilene from Carnegie Mellon, Tammy, Sally, and Ro are from Kentucky, Texas, Florida, and Alabama respectively. It's just some of the southern girls pissed me off. (cough cough Kaitlin and Stephanie). I had lunch with Tammy and her friends. The Johnson Student Center at George Mason University is absolutely incredible; it looks like a food court to a mall.
We had two stupid lectures that were a waste of my time. One was a park ranger who even announced at the beginning of the presentation that she knew next to nothing about science. (Then why the hell are you speaking at a medicine and healthcare conference???) She did mention that if we wanted to become doctors, we could work at a national park to help injured tourists. OK, great, a career option...so then why was you presentation a rambling, two hour waste of my time? She talked about John Adams monuments for the rest of the hour and forty minutes. The next speaker was even worse. She was a wannabe therapist, but that's another story...To make a long story short, she didn't even talk about science. She asked random people personal questions. Then, this quasi therapist would explain to these kids why they acted the way they did. She basically dissected their personalities with the limited info that they gave her. Of course, the drama queens had to get in on the action and starting offering personal information about themselves. They started crying, the quack doctor started crying...it was like a really bad re-run of a cheesy talk show. Brooke kept me entertained with her commentary though...she has this awesome sarcastic humor :o)
Afterwards, my TA group had this really interesting discussion about euthanasia...it's actually a pretty interesting diary topic I may use for later.
Getting off topic--I hate my job. My kids were driving me so crazy on Friday that I forgot to bring home my really expensive pair of CK sunglasses. It's the second time I lost them too. The first time was right before I went away to George Mason. One week, they were right in front of my closet, the next week, they were gone. I know where I left my sunglasses at camp too...Unfortunately for me, I didn't realize that I had left them behind until Saturday morning, when camp is closed. What sucks even more is that my camp is located in World's Gym. Even though no camp people are there, gym-goers are, which means my sunglasses are pretty much gone. I f**king hate small children. One of these days I may dedicate a diary entry to them...
Phobia of the Day: Dermatophobia- Fear of skin lesions
Until later
Artist
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