Spring Break

The last day of classes was on Friday. After learning about cocaine and morphine in Chemical Ecology (and seeing the PHOENIX near Duffield Hall --- pink and neon orange --- hot!), I went back to the room and watched an episode of Lost and did some last minute preparations/packing. I was planning to getting the bus at 2:25pm. I was out the door at 2:15pm. Many people were already at the bus stop, including the Sperry Crew, now the 6th Floor Casca crew. Anyway, I saw the Dragon on Neha's cell phone. It was red and white, yes, Cornell's colors. And some of them boyz were having a competition of who can get the most people to wave to them from afar, I think. Anyways, that passed the time, but then, two Shortline buses passed us. It was after 3pm until an empty bus finally got to our stop. The driver was a woman. She seemed like a new driver. She looked over the maps and had a set of written directions by her side. She also talked on the cell-phone through most of the trip. I sat in the front, as usual, where there's more leg room. Naftali, who lives with Erik, told me about his future goals to go into Ayurvedic medicine and going to the Bahamas to find an iguana and hitch-hiking in different countries. Gosh, I wish I were a plant biologist sometimes. Travel.

Speaking of travel, apparently, I won a $3000 grant from the Asian Studies department to go to India to continue my language studies. I sure hope I get to go on this trip; I just don't know where to begin. I guess I will ask Streematidi. Maybe also Rima.... But, if anyone has any connections or know of people in Kolkata who would be willing to teach me Bengali, let me know!

What else? Oh, I got into Port Authority right on schedule. It was sort of disappointing since we were an Express bus and that would get us into the city an hour earlier. But, the driver drove very slowly (but carefully) and also missed the one Ridgewood stop. So we had to drive along until we found a place where we can u-turn off the highway. And she didn't know where the stop was, so a kid from Mahwah came up to the front and told her where to go. He was doing a good job, and it was admirable that he would come up and help, but then he did a classless kind of thing. People from the bus said, "Tim! You should be a bus driver." Tim, then said, "Yeah, sure, I go to Cornell to become a bus driver." And our poor driver was in plain earshot of that remark. It's so stupid how some people feel all superior to others; it makes me sick. Ugh.

Anyway, I got home to find that my sister had baked me a banana-bread cake and some cinnammon break because I got into medical school. So, of course, we took massive amounts of picture of me lighting the cake candles, blowing out the candles, cutting the cake, clapping for the cut cake, and being fed cake.

Then, I watched another episode of Lost and went to sleep.

I woke up, and read nearly half of the memoir I was supposed to read, "If I Die in a Combat Zone" by Tim O'Brien. I also watched a bit of the Chinese movie that I plan on writing a scene synopsis for, called "To Live." I had lots of food, oi, maybe too much.