It is my beautiful sister's birthday today. It is times like these when I really really miss home the most. I wish I could be closer to my family, but grad school sent me to the complete other side of the country. In the style of Allie Brosh's Hyperbole-and-a-half, I made this birthday blog for her. It is crazy how time flies. I cannot believe she is already in college, a woman. Whoa. Here's to you little sister!
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Monday, February 3, 2014
A short explanation of the grad school application and interview process
Tomorrow is prospective student day. Yaaay! This is
particularly exciting because it means I get to “host” a student. All the
prospective students (16 in total) are staying in a hotel, so my sole
responsibility is to make sure I get my prospective student to the right place
at the right time. I am determined. I know I struggle with this in my daily
life (you know, showing up to things on time), but you know what? Challenge
accepted.
So given that this is happening, I thought I would take the
time to discuss how the application and interview process for graduate school
works (at least at the places I interviewed at) for anyone interested in
applying for graduate school (or anyone who is curious how the process works).
The application
process:
I think this is the hardest part because this is completely up to the individual applying: what they decide to emphasize, who they ask for recommendations, etc.. Every school is different and requires different materials, but all seem to ask for letters of recommendation, unofficial or official transcripts, and a personal statement of some sort. All of my applications were due some time between mid to late December.
If you are applying to grad school, you should probably start
the personal statement at least a month or two before the applications are due to
account time for staring at a blinking cursor bar, time agonizing how to begin,
and time for Googling sample personal statements. After a few weeks of this, write/edit
your personal statement masterpiece in one sitting in the middle of the night..
right before a big test.. and don’t stop, not even for a bathroom break.. we
cannot choose when inspiration comes to us.
In another couple of weeks, once all application materials
are in order, you are ready to submit. At this moment you will feel panicked.
Like you must recheck all materials just in case you missed something. Then
check a few more times. Pushing the submit button is the hardest part because
that means everything that is in your control in regards to your acceptance is
out of your hands now. But also extremely relieving, because it is out of your
hands now. YOU ARE FREE!
After pressing submit on a grad school application
(Credit: whatshouldwecallgradschool)
(Credit: whatshouldwecallgradschool)
The interview:
It has been a couple months, you probably have moved on with
life. Gone from moments of anxiety fearing you will be rejected from every
school to just saying “screw it.. it is
out of my hands”. But then when you are totally not expecting it, you will
likely get your first stomach dropping email: Invitation for an interview. When
I got my invitation to interview I nearly cried. Someone wants me! Yay! But only
maybe! But still Yay!
Interviews are totally covered by the school,
transportation, hotel, they often provide food at their events, etc.
Unfortunately, all of my interviews happened during the week. Between interviews
and recruitment (which is a much more fun trip given this means they have
already accepted you and are inviting you back to convince you to come) I
missed a lot of school. Sometimes it is only an interview, or only recruitment;
it really just depends on the department or school. I had two VERY different
interview experiences.
I interviewed at Yale and at the University of Illinois. I
had a blast at the University of Illinois. It was spread over three days, I
stayed with a current grad student in the lab, had one interview with my
prospective professor (who was very approachable) and a few other interviews
with people in the lab. I spent the rest of the time getting to know the area,
went to some local bars with other prospectives, played Settlers of Catan. It
was laid back and welcoming.
Contrastingly, Yale’s interview process was stressful. I
flew in at 12:30 am from a cross country flight. Stayed at a hotel, but didn’t
sleep, got up at 6:30 am to catch the 7:30 am bus ride to Yale. What made this
one different was that it wasn’t just one professor (like at UofI) that chooses
you. You have to impress the entire department. I had five back to back
interviews with Yale professors. Then we went to a reception and talked some
more (I understand this was supposed to feel laid back, but no chairs.. after
all that interviewing/tour walking..) they gave us beer and we continued to try
to put on our A game as we mingled with professors. Then more mingling at a
dinner, then at 10 pm or so, we were invited to go to the bars with the grad
students. I was too exhausted to go to the bar.. it might have been really fun,
but I was so drained.
So basically, interviews vary from school to school and
between departments. Hopefully yours is a relaxed one.
(In total, I applied to 4 schools. I did not get into two of
them, but I got into both Yale and University of Illinois. It was a very hard
choice for me to choose which to go to, but I decided to go with the professor
whose interests aligned most with mine, at Yale.)
Keeping all this in mind, I feel bad for my
prospective student tomorrow. It is going to be a jammed packed day! Hopefully
I can make this a less stressful experience for my prospective student.. and get him places on time. That would be good.
Thursday, December 26, 2013
So.. What do you do??
First semester of grad school completed. I am taking a much
deserved winter break and I am determined to relax and spend time with friends
and family.. with no work. This is really hard for me because I like to take
care of things while they are on my mind. I taught a class this past semester
(which I loved. Very time consuming, but I taught a section in my favorite
subject—animal behavior) and during break I received some emails from my
students—mostly about grades and their final. I was told that I was under no
obligation to answer emails right away during break, but I couldn’t help
myself. I have to take care of things while they are fresh for fear I will
forget to address these things later.
But anyway, I have been mostly sticking to my goal. I have
seen a lot of relatives and extended family during the holidays and one
question that seems to come up a lot is “So, what do you do?”.
I get that everybody gets asked this, but most people can get away with quick one liners: I am a dentist. I am a firefighter. I am a teacher. I am something-that-everybody-already-has-a-concrete-notion-of-what-I do-on-a-daily-basis. Not scientists though. We have a much harder task when asked this question.
I am sure my fellow grad students can relate to me here; this
is a tricky question to answer for a few reasons:
1.
How
do I make my work not sound too specific that it sounds insignificant?
One of the first times I thought about how to answer “So,
what do you do” happened to me while on a plane. I was wearing a Yale sweater. Next
to me was an elderly man, whom I could only determine from his accent, was
perhaps from New York.
He pointed to my sweater and asked in an accusatory tone as
if to call me out on wearing a collegiate sweater to a school that I didn’t
attend, “Do you go there?”
Or, maybe he was genuinely curious and it was just his
manner that made it sound that way. I explained that I am in grad school—the
ecology and evolutionary biology PhD program.
He then asked, “So, what do you do?” to which I replied “I
study fish cooperation.”
He laughed.. no.. scoffed. “Why on earth would anyone care
about that? Dear God, I hope that you aren’t getting any money from tax dollars
to do that.”
Okay, my science is like my baby. I just stared at him, baffled at how openly rude this man was. I thought about defending my research to him, I didn’t think he cared to hear it, and I didn’t want to waste my efforts. At the time I wrote him off as an arrogant, grumpy, old man.
Okay, my science is like my baby. I just stared at him, baffled at how openly rude this man was. I thought about defending my research to him, I didn’t think he cared to hear it, and I didn’t want to waste my efforts. At the time I wrote him off as an arrogant, grumpy, old man.
People not involved in science tend to think that science is
some mystery potion making, daily-experiment running thing that will result in
some huge discovery at the end. Science is much slower than that. Most of the
time, I won’t be running experiments. Maybe a few times a year at most, and not
during my first year of grad school. Also science is thorough. Being thorough
requires many people to study very small pieces of the puzzle at seemingly slow
rates. The pressure to do big, fast science just results in people making up
data or sacrificing thoroughness to increase their output rates. Smaller scale
science is worth something. I feel that most people, non-academics in
particular, don’t always see it.
Looking back, I should have actually thanked him.. He taught
me the first lesson I needed to know in how to answer “What do you do?”.
Actually, I kind of knew this from writing manuscripts but never thought about
applying it to a conversation with a complete stranger: start broad and
interesting, then (if conversation permits) work your way into specifics.. this
gives people the big picture at least, and makes it more relevant. Although his
approach was harsh, it is a reality that scientists face. I am sure I will face
similar criticism throughout my career. I know my science means something. I
have to appeal to a broad audience and demonstrate why our science is worth
funding. I took his harsh words as a lesson to think about how to better answer
that question next time (and there were many next times).
2.
How
do I determine how much someone cares to know?
I love what I do. I have to remind myself that not everyone
shares this love. I feel that testing
the waters with a hierarchy of answers to gauge listener interest is a learned
skill—one that I have gotten better at doing throughout holiday, family
gatherings. Among these, one of my answers is “I am interested in marine
biology”. This answer is reserved for non-scientists. It has some buzz to it.
Marine biology— I like the way this sounds. I like for people to think I do
something really cool. You know, focus on the glamour of what I do rather than
the nitty-gritty. SCUBA dive in the Mediterranean.. field work in France.. But
“marine biology” is such a broad term.. this could mean anything from ocean
chemistry to counting sardines.
The next answer: “I am interested in the evolution of cooperation, and I use fish as a model system”. I feel like this is more accurate, however, it is far more dry to the average person. This answer is for people who ask beyond my “marine biology” answer, or my typical answer for scientists that may or may not be in my field. I may go into more detail, again depending on their reaction.. and my next reason for why answering this question is tricky:
The next answer: “I am interested in the evolution of cooperation, and I use fish as a model system”. I feel like this is more accurate, however, it is far more dry to the average person. This answer is for people who ask beyond my “marine biology” answer, or my typical answer for scientists that may or may not be in my field. I may go into more detail, again depending on their reaction.. and my next reason for why answering this question is tricky:
3.
How
much energy do I have to explain what I do?
Like I said, I love what I do, and it is my goal when
explaining what I do to get other people to love it too. I feel like there is
this pressure to prove that this is what I love by being animated and excited
about what I do every time I talk about it. But I am human. I get tired of
saying the same things over and over again to a lot of different people within
a short amount of time. I have a limited
amount of mental energy and explaining biology basics to people with little to
no scientific background and sometimes to those that question the core
principles of evolution is enough to send me into a mentally-drained, much-less-merry
state of Stacyness. Or sometimes during winter break I want just that, a break
from thinking about what I work on and focus on presents and board games and movies
and food.. Especially food.
4.
It is
my first semester of grad school.. what am I doing?
To be honest, I am still figuring that out. What am I doing?
Right now I am learning how to do science. I learned mathematical modeling this
semester and how to model social evolution. I learned how to use Mathematica
(just basics..) and I made a 3D manipulation plot of a model that I made.. this
is my greatest accomplishment so far. Though, I am not sure how good it
actually is. But this model doesn’t really have anything to do with cooperation;
it is about alternative reproductive tactics (super interesting, my advisor
wrote a really great paper on this topic. I will include a link below if you
want to learn all about it!) and maybe I will do that for my research, maybe I
will do this and studying the evolution of cooperation. But I am still figuring
it out. I am told that this is normal for a first year.. Hopefully I will have
a more concrete answer not only for relatives at once a year get-togethers, but
for myself as well.
If you are wondering what I do, here is what I have so far,
though, this may change as I learn more, refine my interests, etc. (taken from
my graduate student bio):
“I am fascinated with cooperation. Cooperation occurs in a multitude of situations from human romantic relationships, professional relationships, academia, and even in non-human, animal social groups. Why individuals cooperate and how individuals choose whom to cooperate with are questions that drive my current studies in graduate school. Particularly, I am interested in the cooperation that occurs when cost is immediate, but future benefits are uncertain. As a theorist and empiricist, I will tackle these questions using mathematical modeling, and test those models experimentally. Because cooperative groups occur in several species of fish, and fish are easily manipulated in the field and in laboratory studies, I will use freshwater and/or marine fish as model organisms to examine cooperation.”
But then as if “So, what are you doing?” didn’t cause enough
anxiety, it is most certainly followed by, “So, what are you going to do after
you graduate”. But that is another topic for a later time.
http://alonzolab.yale.edu/sites/default/files/alonzo_and_warner_behav_ecol_1999.pdf (male alternative reproductive tactics paper written by my adviser)
Saturday, October 5, 2013
BEST DAY EVER.
So a few weeks ago I had this awesome dream that David Attenborough (my
childhood/adulthood idol) came to the US to give a talk and that I was in the audience. For those of you who
aren’t familiar with Sir David (yes, he was knighted by the Queen for being so
awesome) he is like THE man in all of the BBC nature and wildlife productions.
He is the guy who did the Planet Earth narration and Life of series and basically the reason I decided to
pursue animal behavior research as a career path.
David is the man
David Otterborough
Such a badass
Anyway, in the dream, after the talk he was walking past me
and I thought to myself “This is crazy.. this is DAVID FREAKING ATTENBOROUGH..
I know you are excited and terrified but if you don’t go up to him right now,
you will lose your chance to ever meet him”. So heart thumping and hands
shaking I approached him and asked to have a photograph with him. He was SO
NICE about it and said yes! It was the single most amazing moment of my life..
and then I woke up.. And it became the single most depressing moment in my
life.. first world problems..
I then thought to myself, I have to make this happen. He is
87 years old now, and not to be morbid or anything, but my time to make this
happen is fleeting. So I googled him to find out if he would be in North
America anytime soon, but was unsuccessful.. but then, I found an address for
him and thought “If I can’t meet him, I must write him a letter”. In the letter I told him he should come to Yale to give a talk. I wanted
that letter to stand out.. so I also drew him a picture of the blue faced snub
nosed monkey (which I remember he once said that is the one animal he has not
seen but wants to see). So I put together my drawing, my letter, and a photo of
me holding a basilisk (the lizard, not
the Harry Potter giant snake.. although that would have been way better..) and
sent it off to him. I was hopeful he would write me back, but I thought it
unlikely.
The contents of the letter moments before I mailed it
But then, today, I got a letter in the mail. It had no
return address, so I had no idea who it was from. And it had been a few weeks
since I sent off the letter to David Attenborough, so it wasn’t on the top of
my mind. I opened it and as I read over the address on the letter (Surrey) and
then down to the scrawled signature on the bottom (his greatness’) sudden realization
passed over me. I started screaming. And jumping. And I am pretty sure my
neighbors thought I was crazy. But I couldn’t believe that THE David
Attenborough addressed me personally and wrote me back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And although he politely said he was a bit too busy with his productions at the moment to come to Yale, I was ecstatic to say the least.
If you want to write David a letter, this is his mailing address:
David Attenborough
David Attenborough Productions, Ltd.5 Park Road
Richmond
Surrey, TW10 6NS
UK
So if that wasn’t enough awesome for one day, my friend Molly and I went to see A Streetcar Named Desire at the Yale Repertory Theater and met JOE MANGANIELLO!!!
Joe (center right) in Magic Mike
Joe as a werewolf in true blood.
ahWOOOOooo!
He was soooo niiiice! And surprisingly sheepish! I was the
first of the horde of ladies waiting to meet him after the show (in which he
played Stanley). As he approached, I tried to swallow my nervousness and
stuck out my hand and said “Hi, Joe! My name is Stacy” and he responded with a
soft but sincere smile and said “Hi, Stacy. It is nice to meet you.” AAAAAGGGHH
I nearly died. And then I asked if I could have a picture with him and he said
yes :D so I tried not to freak out too much when I felt his hand on my
shoulder.
Okay.. this Saturday definitely had its fair share of
star-struckness to last me a life time.. Although I would love to just replay
today over and over again in my head, I have so much work to do.. SAD FACE..
But, today’s series of events will soften the blow of spending a beautiful Saturday
night indoors grading things for the class I TF and studying for a phylogenetics
exam..
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
I made it to Yale.. now what?
Busy never felt like this before. I feel like there is
normal busy.. and then there is grad student busy.. and then there is grad
student with child busy.. but thankfully I am not that busy. I don’t know how they do it..
During the first few weeks I found myself sitting in my lab space like “I made it to Yale.. now what?” Before grad school, I thought I would begin doing science right away when actually, I am just reading.. so hopefully, I am doing this research thing right. But these past couple weeks, shit got real. My schedule is so full. Not only do I have to learn things in grad classes, I have to teach things, and then go to seminars, and meetings. This leaves little gaps of 20 minutes to an hour in between to do research.. That being said, grad school has been a great learning experience in time management.
During the first few weeks I found myself sitting in my lab space like “I made it to Yale.. now what?” Before grad school, I thought I would begin doing science right away when actually, I am just reading.. so hopefully, I am doing this research thing right. But these past couple weeks, shit got real. My schedule is so full. Not only do I have to learn things in grad classes, I have to teach things, and then go to seminars, and meetings. This leaves little gaps of 20 minutes to an hour in between to do research.. That being said, grad school has been a great learning experience in time management.
So in addition to time management, here are some other
things I have learned from grad school so far:
1. No need to buy pricey probiotics from the drug
store; you can drink your own fecal sample!
I know... who suggests stuff like
that?? This was a real-life conversation that happened to me. In the café of
the library on science hill, I learned from a girl (who was being completely
serious) how to help my stomach gain back its normal flora by using simple, every-day
practices in the lab. First you bring in a fecal sample to the lab and then you
place that fecal sample in a centrifuge. Spin it until the globby parts are
separated from the fluid parts, decant, and drink”, she made a motion as if she
was taking a shot, “It is so simple and inexpensive. It can be done right in
the lab!” I thought this was a joke. I laughed. She stared. It was awkward.
Then I wondered how she knew this. Oh god. Bad mental image.
2. Some people actually think the library is a good
place to bring babies.
To all the grad student parents out there:
I know we have a tight budget with our grad student stipends, and if you have a
child, it is probably even tighter. But if you can’t afford a babysitter so you
can study in the library, maybe you should stay home and study. There is no
children’s book section in the science hill library. And there is a lack of carpet
to absorb noises in the section with the comfy couches. The library is a quiet
place. And I know you think your baby's coos and shrieks of happiness are
bringing everybody in the library joy, but truthfully, my biology is set up to
become alert and respond to baby noises. I cannot focus on learning Fisher’s
fundamental theorem with all those high pitch screeches reverberating around
the library.
3. Just because it is Yale, doesn't mean that all the
undergrads make good choices.
Trust me, one of my good friend lives right next
to a frat house.. I am often at her place when the shenanigans happen. One time
we were in the kitchen of her second story apartment and we looked out the
window and saw a bunch of mostly naked drunk guys covered in mud tossing a ball
on a trampoline.. hmmm
4. (This one is more serious) it is okay to ask
questions.
People say there is no such thing
as a stupid question. But, sometimes it feels like questions are a good way to
expose my professor and peers to my stupidity. What if the question I am about
to ask was covered in the reading, but I glossed over it? Will the professor
assume I didn't do the reading? And when I do get up the courage to ask a
question and the professor explains it to me, should I nod even though it still
doesn’t make sense, or should I fumble around with my words some more.. maybe I
don’t even understand it well enough to ask a clear question. I have been
forcing myself to ask questions though. I am getting more comfortable, but I
still feel my cheeks get warm and my heart race when I go through this internal
struggle. But then I am reminded when I am teaching my section, that I like it
when students ask lots of questions. I never think that they are stupid even
when they ask the most basic of questions. It actually makes me feel like they
are interested. Like, they really want to learn the material. In fact, it is
more frustrating to get a bunch of blank stares than to get a lot of questions.
This is probably one of the more valuable things I have learned so far.
Anyways, although I feel quite busy, I
still worked in some fun times this weekend. I went apple picking and then scuba
diving in Cape Ann, Mass. I saw seals, lobsters, and ate a raw scallop right
from the shell (which was quite delicious) just like an otter :D Speaking of
otters, this week is sea otter awareness week!! Yaay! So be aware!
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
9 poor choices that I make on a (near) daily basis
Hello friends! This past weekend my mom and sister came to visit. It was
wonderful to see them. I gave them a tour of campus, my lab, and went to the
bookstore and stocked up on Yale goodies (my sister got a hoodie, my mom got my
dad a t-shirt.. I am poor and got them key-chains as gifts, but those alone
were 7 dollars each!). It was nice having them around and to show them I can do
this whole adult thing. But then when they had to leave, I was reminded of how
home sick I actually am. No matter how adult I feel, I still want my mommy.
This is my first time living this far away from home (3,000 miles). And what is
even harder is I don’t know if I will ever live close to home again. On the
brighter side, only 3 months until winter break! I can’t wait!
Also while my mom and sister were here, we painted my living
room! Yay! Here are some photos of my apartment.
The lovely mansion
I love the new paint color in the living room so much. It
was all white before. It didn’t feel that inviting. Now it is a wonderful place to
relax. I just need to get furniture! And there is my sister in her new hoodie!
The boring dining room..
My favorite part of my apartment is the huge kitchen window.
So if I had to give myself a grade on how I am doing at
being an adult, I would give myself a B+. For the most part, I feel like I
have it down. I pay my bills on time. I clean regularly. But there are some
areas that could use some improvement. After reading a buzzfeed article on decisions twentysomethings are bad at, I decided to make a list of my own.
Some examples of the decisions I have trouble with (#8 is the one I struggle with the most.. which is extra bad because is probably the most serious of them all..):
1. Go to bed on time, or watch back-to-back Psych episodes on Netflix until 3 am
2. Immediately address an email, or star it so I don’t forget
about it and forget about it anyway
3. Work out at the gym, or work out why my bed is suddenly so
comfortable
4. Make a home-made, healthy meal, or make ramen via the
microwave and add frozen vegetables to the broth to trick myself into thinking
that this is a healthy choice
5. Plan a budget, or spend a disproportionate amount of money
on alcohol and clothes
6. Put laundry away right after it is done drying, or let it
sit in the basket for a few hours and later try to get the wrinkles out using
my hair-dryer.
7. Put my phone on the charger at night, or sleep in because my
phone died and didn’t set off an alarm to wake me up.
8. Check that I have all of my belongings with me as I leave a
restaurant, or suddenly become stricken with panic as I realize several minutes after I left, I don't have my purse/phone.
9. Eat breakfast at the kitchen table or opt for my comfy bed
and then desperately try to wash orange juice out of my comforter with hand
soap in my bathroom sink
Seriously! Why do I continue to do these things?? While my life would be infinitely easier if I didn't make these choices, in some ways it keeps it interesting.. like every time #8 happens (which is much more often than you might think) all the sudden my life becomes a scene from an Indiana Jones movie as I race back to the restaurant hopping over tables to save my precious phone from a person with malicious intentions about to snatch it up! Actually, I have never lost my phone or purse this way. Every time it is either still there or someone has turned it in to the hostess.. this restores my faith in humanity a little.
Okay, I am off to get ready with a friend for tonight's Yale speed dating event. Not for me of course. I am happily taken :). But a few of my friends are participating and a few that are not participating will also be going with (plus, it is two for one drinks night!). Apparently it sells out every year, so it should be a lot of fun! As a behavioral ecologist, I can't wait to people-watch this.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Step aside, I'm a scientist
Hope you all enjoyed your Labor Day weekend! For me, this weekend
was full of beach going, paper reading, and more graduate student events/parties
including 3 barbecues and one Ivy League douche party. I am not making the name
of that last one up. That is literally what it was titled by the graduate
student event coordinators. Basically you get all gussied up and fancy, then go
to said douche party. A couple friends and I decided this would be really fun
to go to because A) we never have an excuse to get fancy and B) the alcohol was
super cheap. However, when we got there, we were directed to the stuffy, low
ceilinged, pipe-covered basement of the HGS (hall of graduate studies)
building.
I reasoned they chose this location despite the hoity-toity nature of the event because this room had air conditioning.. or, did have air conditioning. I found out when I tried to proximate myself as close to the air conditioning unit as possible that it was not working. We had just arrived and paid the 5 dollars for the never-ending refills and thought we should stay and at least get our money’s worth. But it was stiflingly hot. Like, I could taste the body odor in the room. So, I decided to try to fix the air conditioning unit. I pushed some buttons, probed around, and then was tapped on the shoulder. I turned around and a guy (I'd say 24), dressed in a suit was behind me. He said, “Is this unit broken?” I replied affirmatively to which he proceeded with a stern “Step aside, I’m a scientist”.
I reasoned they chose this location despite the hoity-toity nature of the event because this room had air conditioning.. or, did have air conditioning. I found out when I tried to proximate myself as close to the air conditioning unit as possible that it was not working. We had just arrived and paid the 5 dollars for the never-ending refills and thought we should stay and at least get our money’s worth. But it was stiflingly hot. Like, I could taste the body odor in the room. So, I decided to try to fix the air conditioning unit. I pushed some buttons, probed around, and then was tapped on the shoulder. I turned around and a guy (I'd say 24), dressed in a suit was behind me. He said, “Is this unit broken?” I replied affirmatively to which he proceeded with a stern “Step aside, I’m a scientist”.
And with that he won the biggest douche at the douche party award. I told him "uh.. I'm a scientist too". And I realized that my particular brand of science had nothing to do with air conditioners. But neither did his. I asked. He said he was in biology. And how the hell did he know that I wasn’t a scientist? Or an engineer for that matter? When I told him I was a scientist, he realized how douchey and anti-women-in-science he sounded and stopped for a moment. I motioned as if to say “be my guest” and I watched as he followed the same progression of button pushing I did and he came to the conclusion that it could not be fixed.
Have to say I was sort of smugly pleased.. But it was still hot..
But besides that incident, my weekend was wonderful: friends, food, taboo.. and my
classes this past week went well. Though, something that Yale does that is really strange is what is
called a “shopping period” where students sign up for an insane number of
classes and attend them sporadically until they find the ones they like during
the first two weeks of school, and then drop the rest. This is a brilliant idea for
students to get the feel for a course before committing, but I was really not used to it. I was
in the middle of class, while the professor was lecturing and students just got up and walked out.. While the professor was talking. Like, mid-sentence. And sometimes in large groups (5ish students) and this was a small classroom of about 20-30 people.
Seriously?! How rude is that? I guess if they decide
they don’t like it by the middle of lecture, they bolt.
Additionally, this past week I settled into
my lab space and got my own desk. My little haven of peace and quiet to read :). Also, I know
in the case of a zombie apocalypse, my lab’s building doubles as a fall-out
shelter. Check out this sign on the side of my lab's building. The shading makes it extra fall out sheltery.
The next highlight in my life is that I found out I get to TF (teaching fellow.. in verb form) an Animal Behavior course (my number one choice of class) this semester! I will lead a group of Yale undergrads in a discussion section starting this Friday. So much excitement!
P.S. if you can't tell, I just figured out how to add GIFs to my blog! Might have gotten a little GIF crazy..
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