Posts Tagged ‘school’

Finished

I’m sooo finished with school. I’m soooo walking on Sunday.

And then I just have two more classes in summer to complete.

And maybe another year for my teaching credential…which I don’t know if I got into yet.

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but for some reason, I’m still excited!! ^_^

I just went through the most hellish week of my life. I’ve neveer done so much studying and writing and citing in one week ever.

Discovering Professors

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I was reading this book one day, City of Quartz, for my History class and halfway through my assigned pages, I stop and think….wait a minute…who is the author again?

Mike Davis….hm…..omg! My professor for another History class I have is also a Mike Davis! I know he writes for newspapers…and his class is so super easy…and he just tells us stories about California in lecture…that don’t have much to do with the final, but are interesting….could this be him?

So I googled him, and found that he has his own wiki page. Yeah…his own page. Right there up top. Suddenly I feel like my professor is a celebrity or someone famous…I’ve been listening to this guy talk and maybe I should have paid a little more attention! The prose in the book is a lot different from when he is talking to us in class though. In class…he’s very mild mannered…funny at times. He feels like a grandpa telling you a story about the history of California. The San Fransisco earthquake, the gold rush, the orange fields, the laborers… In this book, it’s a little hard to keep up sometimes. I feel like I’m reading an article for the SATs and I need to write notes in the margins.

I’m too shy to go up to him and be like “hey! This book. The author is you right??” Though he would probably enjoy it. No wonder when I sent him emails, I get weird corporate-like auto responses saying that he doesn’t do interviews and stuff.

UCI Hospitality

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I have noticed something during my time at UCI. There are a lot of nice people here.

I think seven out of ten times, someone will hold the door open for me when I walk near a door.

Most of the time, they are walking in front of me, notice that I am walking behind them, and just hold the door open long enough for me to hurriedly walk through, smile, say “thank you!” and duck my way through.  I quicken my pace so they know I recognize their kind gesture and I accommodate by making the process faster.

Sometimes, it’s a simple act of just looking behind you right after you’ve walked through the door, to see if anyone is behind you, and just hold the door a while longer so they can get through.

And I’m not one of those girls who cry and moan about about how chivalry is dead. This isn’t about chivalry, or guys holding doors open for girls. It goes both ways. I don’t expect it to happen, but it’s nice that my classmates at UCI have sort of all passed this courtesy along. I find myself more cautious of people walking near me when I get to a door, and I always try to hold it open now. And I think other people have started feeling this way too. It’s such a nice feeling that a simple gesture few people started with have grown to porportions of about 70% of all door openings.

Makes me proud to be an anteater. How many universities can say the same thing about their school?

What a waste

As a social science student who dabbles in history, I stay in the social science and humanities area a lot. At UCI, the road that links between the two is called Ring Road. It’s a ring because our campus is designed as a ring with a park in the middle called Aldrich Park.

Anyway, this part of Ring Road is always busy with clubs, frats, sororities and non-profit…whatever…the point is they always hand out stuff to you! It’s very difficult to get through without someone wanting to stuff paper into your empty hands. Sure, you care about the earth and want to warn me about global warming and cutting down trees…thanks for all this paper you’ve just wasted on me because I’m going to throw it away. In the recycle bin, of course. But still.

Today all the clubs decided to do a fundraiser. And everybody did Korean BBQ. Literally there were about 4 Korean BBQ stations from different clubs. Two of them were one right next to the other, one came with water, the other competed with soda, and both stations were priced at 4 bucks. A couple feet away, a station was priced at 5 bucks…and advertised that they had “quality”. Right… By the time I walked through and got to the parking lot I smelled of bulgogi……mm…bulgogi sounds pretty good right about now.

And thus, I leave you with a picture of some bulgogi