I just finished the 10.302 pset, at 4 AM, and now I need to start the bio pset.
I have class at 9 AM, straight til 1 PM. The bio pset is due at 2 PM.
I won’t be sleeping; I need to finish this on my own, and Don sleeping on my bed anyway.
Wish me luck!
Dear First West of East Campus residents,
Why does it take so long to throw pumpkins off a building? You never start at 11:59 and if it’s anything more than just one pumpkin it takes about 5 minutes. Seriously? What’s so hard about throwing pumpkins off a roof? How long have you been doing the pumpkin drop? If it’s so hard to lift the pumpkins and push them off a ledge why haven’t you made a conveyor belt or catapult or something? I appreciate the pumpkin drop but you guys do an apparently crappy job. I think you can do better. East Campus designs and builds a roller coaster for rush every year and has to deal with unforseen problems in the implementations of it. Yet every year it’s awesome. You do the same thing every year and every year it sucks. Correct me if I’m wrong in my assumption that throwing pumpkins off a roof is easy.
Jennifer Buz ’10 in her letter to the editor. I wonder if 1W will respond. XD (via xtenacious)
Fucking badass. I thought the drop was seriously lacking some oomph this year.
I also have French homework.
I am le fucked.
Well thank you! It’s always nice to hear, especially for a former ugly duckling.
LMAO.I am on this like white on rice for sho. I already called my b (Joey) and we’re going to this together!
Tickets go on sale this Saturday.
Have you no respect for the sanctity of el Dia de los Tres Reyes Magos?
I am on this like white on rice for sho. I already called my b (Joey) and we’re going to this together!
Tickets go on sale this Saturday.
Someone asked me what my weight is. That is one weird question, but I guess I’ll answer it, in a way. I don’t think that my weight is an accurate way to size me up. I got weighed today, and I weigh about 178 pounds-ish. Sounds like a lot, but I don’t feel that heavy. The funbags are responsible for a large percentage of that number, I think.
I wear a size 10 most of the time, and I’m 5’4.5” tall. I think I carry my 178 pounds quite well, if you ask me.
I was an accident too. I asked my dad once, out of curiosity, when I was around 14 or so. He didn’t want to tell me at first, but eventually he realized that that bit of information could help me understand why my relationship with my mother was so fucked up. And when he told me, it all made so much sense— my mother had me when she was 21, so in a sense, I robbed her of her youth. She had to raise a child, against her wishes, while other women her age were out having fun. She was raised in a really strict household so she never had the chance to rebel and do whatever she wanted, and when she finally found a way out of that, she had me. Pretty sucky situation to be in: She got pregnant by a man 20 years her senior and had to marry him and raise me.
No surprise my early childhood memories are mostly of my mother yelling at my father, and my father trying to calm her down. Their marriage didn’t work: My dad was always working late into the night,and my mother was trying to live this life of luxury that was out of our reach while raising a pair of kids she didn’t want in the first place.
Eventually they got divorced, when my mother figured out my dad was having an affair. My mother resented my dad from that moment on. I mean, she missed out on her youth, she had two kids, and she was like 26 and already divorced. Nobody wants to get with a 26-year-old divorced mother of two. She was angry, and I wouldn’t blame her. But she treated us like shit, as if we were to blame for what had happened to her. Maybe she thought that, were we out of the picture, it’d be easier for her to rebuild her life the way she wanted it to be in the first place.
The curious thing is that she treated me way more harshly than she treated my little brother. The best reason I can come up with for that is that I came first; I was the one who guaranteed her a life of motherhood and boredom and being stuck with my father. My little brother simply reiterated this, but he wasn’t the cause of the problem.
Knowing that bit of information was the last piece I needed to complete the puzzle and figure out why my mother treated me the way she did. Once I knew that and I could draw all of these conclusions, I understood why my mother acted the way she did towards me, even if there is absolutely no fucking way to justify it. And understanding her situation has helped me to forgive her for how she treated me when I was a child. We’ve been moving on, little by little, one step at a time. Last night, we talked on the phone and I was crying hysterically, and she was there to comfort me and she knew exactly what to say to make me feel better. And then of course, after I hang up, more waterworks came because I realized that was the first real mother-daughter moment we have ever shared.
I think that, if things keep on going this way, I might one day grow to love her. I’m not there yet, but I’m on my way.
I came to the bunker to work alongside Don while he’s finishing up his ICE project, which is due tomorrow. Turns out I wasn’t doing anything wrong for that one problem, and it was just that it reaches a point where it’s thermodynamically unfeasible to continue the process. Yay for me, right?
So now that’s all done, and I got my pretty plots printer out, and I feel like a superstar.
More sitting at my computer doing MatLab for the rest of the night, though.
My 10.302 problem set is a bitch. I’ve been working on it since Tuesday, but it involves a lot of MatLab, which takes me some time. But the problems are so interesting! Right now I’m working on a problem that involves heating up a batch of a pharmaceutical by running hot fluid through a pipe and then having the heat transfer from the pipe (which is submerged in the batch) to the pharmaceutical. I have to calculate the temperature of the batch as a function of time, as well as the temperature of the fluid coming out of the pipe once it’s heated the batch. Sounds interesting, doesn’t it?
Except that doing transient heat transfer involves a lot of differential equations and writing shit in MatLab and plotting stuff. And I’m getting that both my batch and my fluid are both heating up, which I can’t wrap my mind around. I’m trying to figure out if I made any mistakes.
Still, I’m not going to lie: While this is some tedious shit, it’s exciting and interesting and makes me feel like a real engineer!
I got one of those formspring thingies, because I sometimes wonder if the people reading what I write have any comments, or questions, or whatever, but also because I enjoy getting messages from people.
(via greenrevolution)
Samesies. I’m just too burnt out.
Apparently my BMI is a bit high. I feel fine and I like my body the way it is, so I’m not going to diet.
Maybe I’ll do a PE over IAP.
Painkiller - Pendulum
Last fall, I went to see Pendulum with some people from the dorm, right after a horrible 10.10 exam. They were amazing live, and even though they only played for like 50 minutes, I danced so hard that I had to rest for like half an hour before walking back to the dorm. Good times.
