Thursday, August 18, 2005

Back to School

Back to school commercials suck. We hates them. Your stress-free summer is going beautifully, you're finally starting to feel relaxed and comfortable, then you decide to sit down on the couch for some good quality time with the boob tube and everything is promptly ruined. You're reminded that your summer is basically over, and that you have to face another year of pressure, stress, and inevitable exhaustion. All because of one stupid commercial advertising a sale on pencils.

If you didn't already know that advertising is the root of all evil, you do now.

Thankfully I was able to spend a week on the beach in Maine before having to face the dreaded "Back to School" specials. It was nice to sit on the beach with a good book and a beer, and feel the ocean water and the sand in between your toes.

I officially start classes for my Masters degree in Behavioural Neuroscience on the 1st of September. At least I'll have a nice tan for a while, until being cooped up in the lab for hours and days on end brings me back to my wonderful pasty whiteness.

I'm feeling all the usual apprehension at starting at another new school - but with the twist that I think I might be over my head. My Masters thesis is going to revolve around studying proteins and their relation to memory at a cellular level. I am a scientist, but this is science nerd territory. Like petri dishes and assays and crap - of which I, of course, don't know how to do since I got a BA and not a BSc.

Not to mention the fact that I am the kind of person who detests meeting large groups of people at once and who hates ice breaker games with a fiery passion. I was fortunate enough to skip most of the lame Frosh Week activities for my undergrad, but I don't really have a choice this time around.

Hopefully it won't be too painful, and I might meet some genuinely cool people who have a similar disdain for orientation crap.

Let's go around the circle and say our names, and then something interesting about ourselves.

Hi, I'm Joanna - and I really hate ice breaker games.

Listening to: Tears and Rain - James Blunt

4 Comments:

At 7:56 PM , Blogger Richard said...

Seriously Jo, 25% of people say some variant on "I hate icebreakers". What you want to do is start talking about how you used to be addicted to crack, or you should turn up with your head wrapped in tinfoil and say the CIA are spying on you.

Or maybe that's just what I'd do.

 
At 5:15 PM , Blogger Mike said...

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At 5:15 PM , Blogger Mike said...

nah nah nah...it's easy. when it comes time to say something special about yourself, simply comment that your own life is your and yours along, but that you know for a fact that N, whoever is to your left, like crossdressing and has a thing for peanut butter.

you will suddenly find yourself known as "that person" and hilarity will ensue.

 
At 9:10 PM , Anonymous David said...

i hate school commericials too

nice blog

 

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