boring details
it's been a while, i know. my noble intentions of writing a post a day to keep track of my days and progress at stanford in the ldt program are now down the drain. that's sad. all it takes is a day to falsify all one's hopes. isn't that sad?
i had a crazy weekend. redesigned the ramen experience (bootcamp project, sounds pretentious doesn't it?), wrote my first econ paper in centuries, and read (and presented to the class) ed-psych of the hardest kind on the senses as perceptual systems. not fun, but illuminating. i felt reassured to find that even the professors thought gibson's theories were hard-core.
tuesday was the manipuri dance recital. although i've tried to keep myself away from spicmacay and sia commitments this quarter, i ended up dedicating ten hours straight to spicmacay on tuesday. all in the celebration that my three deadlines were over. as though they were finals instead. the recital itself was magnificent - i.e., the 30% i had the chance to see and understand. the rest of it was spent ushering and trying to understand but failing, all at the same time.
and then i had a trying wednesday yesterday. the classes were all interesting, for the most part, and i realized how they actually made it ok that the day was so packed. know what i mean? i love my classes, and feel like i am learning just those things i would have always loved to learn, but got pulled into other 'more important' stuff instead. that was my past life, and i have learned - i hope.
ok. i'm done with all the boring details of my last few days. over and out.
i had a crazy weekend. redesigned the ramen experience (bootcamp project, sounds pretentious doesn't it?), wrote my first econ paper in centuries, and read (and presented to the class) ed-psych of the hardest kind on the senses as perceptual systems. not fun, but illuminating. i felt reassured to find that even the professors thought gibson's theories were hard-core.
tuesday was the manipuri dance recital. although i've tried to keep myself away from spicmacay and sia commitments this quarter, i ended up dedicating ten hours straight to spicmacay on tuesday. all in the celebration that my three deadlines were over. as though they were finals instead. the recital itself was magnificent - i.e., the 30% i had the chance to see and understand. the rest of it was spent ushering and trying to understand but failing, all at the same time.
and then i had a trying wednesday yesterday. the classes were all interesting, for the most part, and i realized how they actually made it ok that the day was so packed. know what i mean? i love my classes, and feel like i am learning just those things i would have always loved to learn, but got pulled into other 'more important' stuff instead. that was my past life, and i have learned - i hope.
ok. i'm done with all the boring details of my last few days. over and out.
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