Today during the meeting, we had to introduce ourselves to the new RCCs. Year. Major. Something interesting about ourselves.
I said of course…\”I have many interesting stories. Most usually involve stalking. Some also include \’meeting\’ people from states that start with the letter M.\”
I paused for a few seconds and like my coworker (who showed that he could bend his arm backwards), I said, \”I can also bend all my fingers backward.\”
Everyone went ewwwwwwwww!
Die Sasser die!
Because I am one greedy little girl, I decided to work overtime fixing people\’s computers. Granted, I was distracted half of the time, playing with my laptop (named Eris after the goddess of chaos). But for some reason, I get some kind of rush when I remove a virus. Like it\’s clean. Some kind of relief for me too.
I have discovered how poor I am at multitasking. If two people are talking to me at a time, I can\’t focus. I can\’t concentrate. I nearly crawl into myself, trying to deal with everything. This is a sign that I can\’t do customer service for the rest of my life. It drains me every time.
I just found out my coworker (who I have always enjoyed being around) is a Regent\’s Scholar. That basically means that he had a full ride to UC Berkeley. All expenses paid. That meant that he was one of the elite in the incoming freshmen.
For some reason, discovering that he is…slightly changes my perception of him. He has always been my sidekick, the voyager in the treacherous zone of viruses and unstable Windows. Yet, for a moment, I envy him. And then, I wonder if he thinks he\’s better than everyone else.
In middle school and high school, I had always considered myself very smart. One of the best. But I never received a single scholarship. I didn\’t get high accolades beyond the string of 5\’s on all my AP tests and the near-perfect straight A\’s. I did graduate high school with honors, but I still wasn\’t the best. And now at Berkeley, ending my undergraduate career, I am just graduating. No cum laude. No summa cum laude. No magna cum laude. Just straight graduating.
But what I have to remind myself is: being smart doesn\’t mean you\’re a better person.
I woke up around 3:50 am because of…um feeling sick.
Then about an hour later, I hear a drunk some homeless dude yelling outside, waking up probably all the dorms nearby, the entire block. \”I…AM…ONLY…ONE…MAN…GEORGE BUSH! I..HEAR…YOU…DO YOU HEAR…ME…!!!!!!!!!!!! [indistinct jumbled words]\”
Then I hear a car door slam. A voice screaming \”SHUT UP!\” Then another car door slam. A bird tweeter. Crickets. Silence.
The wonder of Berkeley!
I went to a staff devo today (pictures later). And…
Probably the last time I\’ll see the majority of this people together. When I move on to a new place, there will always be some people I will miss. Some more than others.
Then later, I rushed to Oakland (ditching Sean at foothill) to meet with my parents. I miraculously parallel-parked cleanly (after my third try) and walked to my grandmother\’s building. There I met up with my parents and grandmother to go to some shady restaurant on the edge of Alameda and Oakland called Pier 21. We got the early bird special. I had eaten only two hours prior and didn\’t feel hungry…but ordered some dish. I was disappointed by everything they offered. Typical American fare with seemingly small portions and disgusting vegetables. My parents were pleased though. I don\’t think they liked me entering the restaurant in my red shorts and striped camisole though.
And now for a fun fun fun link about how much horror women cause men. That may be one day.