Now that I dropped my statistics class, finished my graduate applications and found a way to keep myself fed at least two times daily…I am completely bored. How did I use to spend my extra time? Hmmm…perhaps it\’s time to put in more work hours!

For my next fish, I was going to name him Linux 2.0 in memory of the original Linux. Now, isn\’t it so cute that a father tags 2.0 on his son?

I have an appointment with a resident tomorrow to help him set up his internet connection. On his appointment request, he says that I need to call him to remind him. He leaves his cell phone number. So ever since 3 pm today, I have been dutifully calling approximately every 30 minutes. I am sure by the time he actually looks at his cell phone there will be 20-30 missed calls. Even worse, this person\’s voice mailbox is FULL. There was once that someone picked up and said repeatedly for about 30 seconds (making me confused) HE BACK IN 30 MINUTES HE BACK IN 30 MINUTES HE BACK IN 30 MINUTES… and hung up on me. He didn\’t pick up 30 minutes later.

I am so grateful for the redial button. I just have to make sure to press *67 each time.

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I just applied for a research position for the summer…and I did not send a cover letter. Ugh, mistake??? I suppose I am tired of writing statements trying to sell myself (after finishing my grad apps yesterday), but still. My next goal: apply for Google.

Maybe I should be a non-practicing lesbian. YEAH!

Four years ago, I was laboring over my undergraduate application right here in my house…at the same computer. My parents spent too much money just so that I could up with perfect personal statement. I submitted my application, feeling so full of it. I felt so arrognant, thinking that I could get into any school I applied to. At the time, I thought…how could any school overlook my outstanding gpa and extraordinary set of activities? And certainly, several months later, I received my acceptance letters from UC Davis and UCSD, I was that much assured…until I received the acceptance letter from Berkeley saying that they didn\’t have enough room for me in the Fall and would have to defer me to the Spring. I didn\’t know what that meant. A week later, I received a rejection letter from UCLA. And that was the moment, I realized that I wasn\’t the top student I thought I was.

So four years later, despite my acceptance to Indiana-Purdue, I am still wondering why IUPUI would decide to accept me. It couldn\’t be because of my medicore gpa or GRE scores. It\’s all like I feel that I barely made it. That mostly, I was wearing a mask of the deserving candidate and I am afraid they\’ll find that it\’s only me behind it. Tomorrow, the applications for Georgia Tech, Iowa State and University of Michigan – Ann Arbor are due. Alas, those feelings of inferiority!

I got accepted to IUPUI (aka Indiana-Purdue Informatics) graduate program! :D :D :D

When I say \”two ten\”, I mean 2:10. My mom calls me and asks what time I want to meet her. I say two. Then she says that she will meet me at ten. I repeat my interpretation back to my mom. Two ten? I ask. She says At ten. Suddenly at 1:50 pm, the buzzer rings and she is at my door. I hear her irritated voice. I quickly gather my stuff and leave my apartment. Not a surprise, she first criticizes me saying that it was AT TEN. And I finally figure it out, in Chinese, people think of time of either ten until and not ten after.

MY INTERNET CONNECTION IS DOWN. DOWN SINCE YESTERDAY.

For those smart alecks out there, I am of course using campus Internet currently FYI.

Edit: Friday. Now it\’s back. But apparently with my internet connection down, some people have disappeared off the face of the planet. *cough*

Maybe it was early morning? Maybe it was his first time to a college career fair? Or perhaps my (weak) handshake? When I approached the Palm (the maker of the palm pilot) table, he took my resume and basically told me to go away, not even letting me ask the i-want-to-show-that-i-am-interested-but-i-don\’t-really-care-about-your-company questions.

The only thing(s) I came away from the career fair was 8 different pens/pencils, a Swiss Army knife (that I am afraid to use because I\’ll stab myself inadverdently) and floss.

I had been clicking a newly acquired pen for about 5 minutes. Repeatedly…probably driving the people sitting next to me crazy. I was prepared to have all my documents ripped apart. Pen marks strewn all over the place. I was building up the shield so that my \”low\” self-esteem wouldn\’t cause me to walk out with tears in my eyes (as I have done in the past). The career counselor finally called my name. I sat down and showed her my resume and statement of purpose, ready for \”constructive\” criticism. And to my disappointment, she said nothing beyond \”THIS IS GREAT! IT\’S PERFECT! I DO NOT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY!\”

All my fidgeting and anxiety for nothing! I was grateful that my resume and statement were so great, but I was sorely dissatisfied. Perhaps, I am supposed to accept the fact that her nametag read \”Counseling Intern\” rather than \”Counselor\”. When I was a peer tutor in high school, I would scribble all over students\’ papers even if they were really good. I always found something that could be improved. But for my resume and statement…they were both…\”perfect\”.

If they are so perfect, why have I not gotten a full-time job or a grad school acceptance? Maybe it\’s my interviewing skills and my better-than-average-but-not-spectacular-enough academic record.

I went to Express to find a business suit and realized that I was still not ready to spend $200.