Monthly Archives: August 2008

I’ve been moved-in for about a week now, and things are just peachy. That is why Princess Peach is here — because things are just so peachy. Originally I was thinking of featuring James and the Giant Peach because that is more masculine than girly Princess Peach, but she caught me eye. That darn key-yootie (cutie)!

There’s really not much to say. College is cool. My floor is cool. The people are cool. Class is awesome. Studying is awesome. Square dancing was awesome, and so was the girl I square danced with. The weekend was cool. I got my PS3 on Friday, but did not bring it to campus. I also purchased a meal plan today so I will be able to eat soon; that’s a good thing. My room mate isn’t coming at all, and I was bummed about that. I suppose, though, that it’s rather nice to have the room to myself.

So that’s all peachy and such, but the best thing happened to me today. I started to drink coffee.

I was at the local Open Pantry ((Open Pantry at Marquette, in my opinion, is the best one-stop shop. I love the Tornados (not the actual storms, but the food.) )) and one of the employees approached me and asked if I’d like to join the free green club. I did, and as an incentive to join I received a free 16 oz. cup of coffee.

Neat, but I never drank coffee regularly, nor did I know how to get my own coffee. I sat down near the coffee machines to think, and I called my mother who promptly picked up and talked with me about life in addition to explaining her style of drinking coffee. I considered her input, finished my Tornado, and proceeded to get my free cup of coffee.

The cup was hard to get out; I had to use two hands. That was strike one. Strike two comes in two parts: 1) I poured cream (creamer?) into my cup first, thinking it was coffee. It was, afterall, called French Vanilla and that sounded like a very tasty flavor of coffee. 2) I spilled the cream (creamer?) everywhere because I tried to use one hand to pour it out. Now strike three was most painful. As I poured the hypercaffeinated coffee into my 16 ounce cup, I smiled absentmindedly thinking about how mature I was becoming. I came back to reality when I felt this warm sensation engulf the top of my right hand. How shocking: Coffee had run over the brim of the cup and was eating my hand.

I have to say, I am proud of myself for not dropping the cup, screaming, or making a huge mess. I just clenched my teeth and crinkled my eyes. Then I ran for napkins. I sipped the coffee and it tasted nasty; I don’t think I will be drinking coffee black for awhile. So I added some of what I now knew was cream (creamer?) into my coffee only to have some more coffee overflow and burn me. Ergo, I was not able to add much of that elusive French Vanilla cream (creamer?).

Distraught, I resorted to adding sugar packets. Two packets, I thought, would do the trick. Afterall, Lorelai never really added sugar or cream (creamer?) to her coffee. ((I have to check on this. Maybe she did. I should know this.)) Two packets was not enough. I added four more, and that was not doing what it was supposed to be doing. So I added two packets of granulated sugar packets because I thought they would be more powerful as opposed to the six packets of pure sugar cane I had added. With eight packets of sugar, the coffee still tasted like coffee. So I grabbed four or five more packets and stuck them in my pocket and jetted out of the shop because adding sugar packets, stirring, and tasting the concotion every few moments made me feel like a foreigner — which I technically was.

In my room I added the rest of the sugar packets, sipped some more coffee, and left for my biology lecture disapointed. After class I came back and enjoyed the rest of my cool 16 oz. cup of coffee. It was a little sweeter. I’m sure that it will taste better tomorrow when I: 1) Don’t add as much coffee as I did today. 2) Add some cream (creamer?) to sweeten the flavor.

I’m looking forward to it. It had better be free coffee everyday. I will be very mad if Open Pantry jipped me.

One more cool thing: My Math 25 Nature of Mathematics class only lasted about 25 minutes. I don’t know whether to celebrate. It was a great 25 minutes, but I imagine how greater it could have been if it was 25+ minutes. I suppose we aren’t supposed to know what-if, right? If we did then that would make reality even more bitter, since it is already somewhat bitter with the option of thinking,as opposed to knowing, what-if. Bitter like black coffee; blech.

Love to you, mynlieffs. ((Mynlieff (main-leaf) is Dutch for “my love”. I added the “s” to make it plural, but I am not sure if that is grammatically correct. It is also the name of my biology professor who is also the mother to one of my friends who I sent a letter to in the snail-mail today. I hope I spelled it right.))

I abruptly found out that Liu Xiang pulled out of the qualifying round for the 110m hurdles. Apparently he is nursing a very painful hamstring injury. He tried to race the qualifying round, but a false start proved too much for his leg. ((I think he would raced an average race if the false start hadn’t occured. But then I’m not sure if he would have been hot in the semifinals.))

The Olympics are pretty much shot for me now. I wanted to see Xiang, Trammell, and Robles race this Friday. ((Trammell pulled out of the games too because of a hamstring problem as well.)) Robles is the clear favorite now.

China put an awful amount of pressure on Xiang. Xiang is so relaxed though. I’m almost positive he didn’t let the pressure build up on him at Beijing.

It’s really too bad for the sport of hurdling. This Olympic race would have been great competition. Hopefully all three of these guys will make it to the London games in 2012, and perhaps before then too.

Today I was with Alison and Collier. Collier and I did some very quick shopping; you could actually call it scanning since we really just scanned the shops for any goods. Most of the total purchase was made at Target. Target is a great store — really. I love it.

After shopping we stopped in at BW3s for dinner. It was my first time and I was very pleased. I ate buffalo wings in spicy garlic sauce and blazin’ sauce. Blazin’ is the hottest sauce they have, and I was satisfied with the spice level. Spicy food is an addiction. It’s like my tongue is telling me it can’t handle it, but I won’t listen to my tongue. Adapt. You’re my tongue. My tongue is not a wimp.

Perhaps the best thing at BW3s is their trivia game. You compete with whoever joins in, and you simply answer a number of trivia questions within a time limit. You then earn points based on how much time it took you to answer correctly. I won the match right before we left. Collier pulled off a last-question victory over me during the first match. It came out of nowhere, and he is proud. I would be. It was like the Giants over the Patriots. Tantalizing.

Collier and I then played Brawl at his crib. I learned a lot because previously I had only used down-B as my primary attack. I had no idea what everything else did. At the conclusion of gaming, I said goodbye to Collier. It was probably the last time I’d see him before he moved out to college. One of my other good friends is moving this Sunday.

It’s surreal that all of this is happening. Most of my friends are staying in town, so there won’t be any real dramatic or sappy goodbyes — not that I plan on making my goodbyes that way.

Love the success of being the top score. You’re a gladiator my friend, and every time you enter that lecture hall, you be prepared to get blood on your hands and know how to take a few blows. With your pen as your weapon, never give up. College is all a game in the end. It does not test your knowledge, but your ability to adapt to a system. Kiss ass, but never show brown on your nose. But most importantly, help your fellow student every chance you get, for teaching someone the material means you have mastered it. Good luck.

Man. Have you ever heard college described in a more inspiring manner? That’s exactly how I felt during the summer term before my freshman year in college — like a gladiator. Perhaps this is the more nerdy side of me, but I don’t think so. This is the adult in me finally grasping what I dreamt as a child. This is where I turn my goals into achievements. This is where perfection is no longer a standard, but my norm. I don’t have a potential; I am unlimitedly capable.

We’re all meant for great things. We only differ in when we discover what we will become great at — our life purpose. Starting at Marquette University, I think I’ve merely begun to tap into my greatness. Winston Churchill: History will be kind to me for I intend to write it.

I am so ready for college (five days left!). College is a power source. Haven’t you heard? Knowledge is power.

My name is Will and I got a 45R on the MCAT. I currently have a 4.0 undergrad, 4.0 master’s GPA, and a 4.0 in my PhD GPA. In my free time I raise 2 abandoned children, volunteer 15 hours a week in a hospital, and spend every summer in South Africa working medical missions. Am I competitive for med school?

I found this sarcastic bit on the Student Doctor Network forums. It was under a topic in which the author invited guesses on whether he was competitive for medical school. I especially chuckled at the part that talks about raising two abandoned children in his free time. That always gets me.

For the future, I’ve decided to include a medical perspective to my blog. It’ll document anything pertaining to my admission to medical school while I am in college. Then when I am studying at medical school (( This would be huge, and hopefully it will be at Yale’s School of Medicine.)) I’ll document my studies and exposures there. Hopefully it will be an exciting course of events. I know I’ll be enticed. After all, this is what I want to do with my life.

This summer, before moving into Marquette University, I wanted to shadow my family doctor for a few days. I never proceeded to contact him or his office about that. Part of the reason was because I was lazy, but I think a larger part of the reason was because I only had about a two week window to fit it in. But now in thinking about it, I think I could have squeezed in a shadow visit, and I was only too lazy to work to squeeze one in.

Then let me provide an abstract on how I prepared for my medical career in high school:

  1. Attended a Medical Explorers meeting in which an anesthesiologist spoke.
  2. Applied to volunteer at the local hospital. Spoke to the coordinator and picked up required papers and received a required shot at the local hospital. Called the coordinator and left three messages ((The messages were never returned.)) that I had completed the required shot at the local hospital. Never heard from the local hospital. Went back about a month later to check back with the coordinator, but she wasn’t in the office, so I didn’t want to volunteer anymore at the local hospital.
  3. Spent many hours reading about the medical journey and life of doctors online through networks, blogs, and advice websites. Examples: Student Doctor Network, Best Premed, Med School Ready, Jeffrey MD, Missionary Doc in the Making, Vitum Medicinus, websites of my prospective medical schools (dominantly the Yale SOM website).
  4. Built a strong core in my sciences during high school — particularly in chemistry: Two years of chemistry (mainly inorganic — regular and AP), one year of organic chemistry, one year of honors physics, ((Worst class of my life, yet I still appreciate it. My teacher was incredibly smart, but I don’t think her style worked with me.)) and two years of biology (honors and AP).
  5. Applied for a leadership conference that concentrated on the medical professions, but did not follow through because of cost.

Now, I need to work on my clinical experience. I literally have none, and the bulk of the blame can be loaded onto my local hospital. I should have been more persistent ((As if calling three times isn’t enough.)), but seriously — it is very uncomfortable to leave three messages and not receive an answer from any of them. It’s like asking the girl you like to the prom — three times — and then being rejected — three times. Marquette is in an urban area, and I’m almost positive there will be opulent opportunities for me to volunteer and gain experience. I want to put an emphasis on any research I can do while in undergrad, too. Yale is very research oriented, and I’m almost positive that a significant amount of research is required to be admitted. And oh baby, I want to be admitted.

So research experience, and volunteer/clinical experience. I feel those are the two things I really need for to finish my medical school applications. There is, of course, the MCAT, but that can be taken care of with a strong work ethic. The same goes for the undergraduate GPA. ((I never wanted a 4.0 in high school, but I want one so bad now. There are two reasons why: 1) It’s college, and most of my studies will be directed towards theology. I love theology, and when you love something you love spending time in/with it. 2) Medical schools are known to look at the undergraduate GPA as part of the admissions process; sometimes a certain GPA is used to screen out the first wave of applicants. Therefore, in light and anticipation of Yale’s SOM being selective and using the GPA screening, I want to earn a 4.0 GPA.)) Most medical schools like to see that you are a rounded individual and have asserted or held leadership positions. This is what I’m planning to do in college outside of academia: Orchestra, Big Brothers Big Sisters, an intramural sport, Intervarsity or some other religious organization. I’m sure there will be other things too, but I feel that if I stick to what I mentioned in that list, I should be in decent standing with most medical schools. I am learning, though, that being decent isn’t chill with most pre-meds.

That’s all for now. I’ll be taking biology and chemistry this fall, and then hopefully following up with biology and chemistry in the fall too. That’ll be two courses down for most medical school pre-requisites. ((Two years of chemistry (inorganic and organic), a year of biology, a year of physics, and a year of calculus is recommended.)) This is going to be a fabulous ride like the rollercoaster — of love. Yeah, baby.

One more thing: I don’t want to be a cocky, brown-nosing, grade sucking pre-med; I want to transcend the pre-med stereotype. I want to work and earn what I worked for — and I know I am so capable of working for a 4.0. That’s my fire to aspire for perfection, baby. Yeah.

I’ve been looking forward to these games ever since I saw the last Olympic games. Let me share a story:

It was the summer of 2004 (obviously) and I was about to enter high school. My family and I were at the Wisconsin Dells, a popular Wisconsin vacation city. We were winding down for the night after engaging in the mainly water-themed activities of the day. The TV was on and we channel-surfed for a good channel to sit on. Good thing the Olympics were on or else we probably would have had to settle for the white noise of the local news.

It’s the most peculiar thing. The 110m men’s hurdle finals were being shown. I watched, although I really had no desire for the Olympic games. In all honesty, I just wanted to root for the Asian guy; that Asian guy won. Originally I had no intentions to pursue a sport in high school, but that changed that summer night. I was going to be a hurdler — no doubt.

And so that began my spiral into the hurdles, and that passion continues to the date of this entry (and hopefully further). I don’t know if I’m going to pursue sports in college. Perhaps I’ll watch the race this year and be reinspired. I’d love to continue racing, but we’ll see. I never watched the rest of the games outside of that summer night.

This was the first year I watched an opening ceremony for the Olympics. I missed it by two hours, so I saw only the parade and the lighting of the flame.

I was welling up throughout a significant portion of the ceremony. It’s just so beautiful. I think it’s the idea of the Olympics that really strikes a chord in me. The theme that China was trying to get at was unity — one world and one dream, I think. Like I mentioned in a separate entry, unity speaks volumes on my view of humanity. To see it “realized” and personified in the Olympics is so glorious. That’s how I want to leave my mark on the world. I want whatever I do in life to be similar, in regards to symbolism, of China’s opening ceremony for the 2008 Beijing Olympic games.

Here are just some other thoughts and comments I had while watching:

  • Precision. I heard my local news station describe the opening ceremony as that. If I had to identify any world culture with precision, I would identify the Chinese. That’s mainly because I think of their history with the martial arts; moreover, I’m sure that precision extends to other aspects of the culture too (i.e. acupuncture, maybe?). Precision, precision, precision. It is the difference and the mark of an educated man.
  • I cheered when I saw Laos. Rarely do I sense a nationalism within me, but for the few moments that Laos graced the screen I felt a new interest in declaring my ethnic identity. It then threw me into the thought progression of what do multicultural individuals do? Root for their Irish, Welsh, and German heritage? I wouldn’t like that, personally. If my allegiance is to lie somewhere, it will lie with one team.
  • The torch bearer who lit the Olympic flame was ballin’. He had balls to run around the inner-perimeter of the Bird’s Nest — and way up there too.
  • I wanted to see Liu Xiang carry the flag during the Parade of Nations, and I wanted to see Jackie Chan carry the torch. It does seem more fitting for Yao Ming to carry the flag, and former Olympic athletes to carry the torch. But I would have liked my way too.
  • I feel like I’m getting more susceptible to my emotions. I recall riding in the car with my family one day and wanting to tear up because it looked so nice outside (I was looking at a forest). But I think the beauty of the Olympics is worth tearing up for.
  • The Olympics are joga bonito. That 110m Men’s Hurdles is going to be so raw. Liu Xiang, former world record holder at 12.88s and the gold medal favorite, pitched up against Dayron Robles, the up and coming Cuban native who just recently broke Xiang’s record at 12.87s. This race is going to forge a new world record. Liu Xiang will win.

I don’t want to bore my audience, so this entry will be relatively short. These courses weren’t your basic summer biology and chemistry course. These were incredibly accelerated since we basically had half the summer term to learn whatever the teacher wanted to teach. This caused considerable stress on the learners part — especially in biology. All we ever did in biology were labs, and I never really grasped the concept behind the labs. It was neat and nice to do lab activities, but it’s nicer and neater when you can learn while “labbing”.

Chemistry was tight though. I was very thankful for the three years of chemistry I took at Brookfield East. ((Technically it is just two years of actual chemistry and just one year of organic chemistry. I didn’t learn much in organic either, but that’s a different story.)) I didn’t want to let that get to my head though. This was a very basic course, and I didn’t want to make myself think I am higher than it or better than it. Any help I receive, I will take. I never view myself above others in any respect. There is this nice quote from Eugene Debs that I read in the Marquette Freshman Summer Reading Project, Run:

Years ago I recognized my kinship with all living things, and I made up my mind that I was not one bit better than the meanest on the earth. I said then and I say now, that while there is a lower class, I am in it; while there is a criminal element, I am of it; while there is a soul in prison, I am not free.

That speaks volumes on my view of humanity.

The chemistry course was basic stuff. I tried to stay enthusiastic and not let anything throw me off track. In the end, pride took the better of me. I didn’t do as hot on the final as I should have or wanted. Pride is a dangerous thing. It’s nice to have learned that first hand.

This had to be the second, if not, then at least one of the top five, best thing that happened during the summer. This class sealed and locked my decision to major in theology (along with declaring pre-med). ((In case for those of you not in the know, pre-med is not an actual major — furthermore, pre-meds can declare whatever major they like.)) This class kept me going throughout the summer. It was the coal for my coal engine and the (yet to be produced) hydrogen fuel for my automobile. As motivated as I was during the summer term, imagine how that motivation will encompass the latter three years of my college career. ((I can’t take any more theology courses until I’ve accrued a sophomore standing. Additionally, perhaps I’ll be at Marquette for more than four years? That is doubtful, but I wouldn’t completely throw the idea out with the cat.))

I don’t even know what I want to begin to share. The entire class was phenomenal. Particularly, I probably enjoyed the first half better than the second; even asserting that is a wild claim on my part — I loved the entire class and the contents. It was especially satisfying to have learned in an academic environment about things I had learned and discovered on my own. Drawing from my research paper on the Bible during my senior year, Mr. Oliverio (Mr. O, the professor; more on him later) brought up and taught us topics including the Wellhausen Hypothesis/the Pentateuch, Aquinas’ “Five Ways”, Biblical development, and C.S. Lewis. That seems such a tiny list, and I had to scrape my head for things we learned that I already learned before hand. It was still an awesome class. I incredibly wish I could take another course this fall or spring.

Now Mr. O: I liked him as a professor, and guy. He’s neat. I actually found out during one of my three meetings with him that he attends Metrobrook (I think). Metrobrook is a branch of the church I attend, Elmbrook church. That’s neat in itself. I appreciated him for that fact, but also for the fact that I scored an introductory course with a professor from a more evangelical, but also a definite protestant background. It’s not that I hate Catholics; it’s more that I would have felt more comfortable securing a grip in the basics of Theology from a protestant perspective — something I’m more comfortable with. There is no doubt, though, that I look forward to learning from the Catholic perspective. ((There is also a third level course that surveys the world’s religions. If time allows, I’d like to take that course, but I think the course that would take precedent would be the one regarding Islam. There are so many theology courses I want to take — in fact, I probably wouldn’t mind taking all of them.))

I’m not sure if there is anything else I should elaborate on. Actually, I’m not sure if I know what else I want to elaborate on. The class was in the morning at 8:00. I remember the first few days I woke up around 5:30 AM. That was obviously too early for me, and eventually I slept in until 7:00 as the term carried on. Sometimes I skipped breakfast, but I made it a goal to try and eat and drink something before going to class. Like Fortunate said (paraphrased), “When you study, have little food.”

I’ll finish off with how the readings were; they were awesome. Regardless of their length (save for a few assignments), I devoured every hour spent on the texts. ((I particularly did not enjoy the chapters on sacraments and the Church. It isn’t that I hate those topics. Instead I just feel as if perspectives outside of mine are absurd. I mean that in the nicest and most scholarly way.)) The class allowed me to engage my own Bible more (and even experience my first Catholic mass). ((I’ll make a separate post about that, and I’ll post my paper about it.)) I’m keeping the books I buy for Theology. Knowing that, I want pristine copies. None of this used book stuff. I actually just ordered all of my books today (actually yesterday). That was sort of fun and expensive — more the latter than the former.

Theology rocks. I knew I would love it. I keep reminding myself, though, that I can’t let my relationship with God turn academic. It’s nice that I’m seeing God ((I would have said “Him” here, but then that would be assigning God a gender. We learned about that in class. I’ll just say, it’s not necessarily taboo or bad to call God, “Him”. But to be technically correct and more “liberal”, one should refer to God without any gender specific terms.)) through that perspective, but I can’t make that “lens” the only one I see through.

Logically, I should have started with the actual class, Introduction to Theology, but I consider Fortunate too important to put second. To resolve any confusion, Fortunate is the name of the seminar leader. He is African, or at least I think he is.

The first day we had seminar was interesting. I vividly remember Fortunate introducing himself to us, and, to me, he seemed to paint himself like a divine being. ((Interesting and coincidental because in theology we engage in discourse of a divine being.)) He said, and I paraphrase, that he is all ethnicities, knows all languages, is all of the world’s religions, and is both man and woman. It was freaky, but he said it in such a collective and assertive manner that one felt that if you challenged his claims, he would whip out a manifesto to prove you wrong.

Regardless, I thought he was a very inspiring man. He is an inspiring man. From one question, he could diverge and turn it into a lecture. His knowledge of theology, especially the patriarchs, is so deep. In reflection, I think he seemed more intelligent than he actually is. I don’t mean that he isn’t genius, but I’d like to see him lecture physics or chemistry before I declare him my personal Einstein (or da Vinci for those who do not really think Einstein was brilliant).

Fortunate liked his chalk and his acronyms. He would list off subjects and topics and abbreviate them with a capital letter. And then he would circle the letter to emphasize the point. Then he would box off different subject areas and continue his lecture. It really didn’t make sense, but it did hammer ideas into my head — somehow. You wouldn’t think that his teaching style would work, but if you were paying attention it did something for you.

He started to teach us Greek, but stopped after our class failed at memorizing it. The transliteration from Greek to English was easily learned, but I never received the memo that we had to memorize the Greek script too. Nonetheless, this very brief introduction to Greek sparked my interest for it; instead of German, I’m looking to learn Greek — and maybe Latin.

No matter what, he was always wearing a hat. At first I thought it was because he had a medical problem, and so I was a little scared to ask him if he would take his hat off. He is probably bald.

If it weren’t for the seminar, I don’t think I would have done as well in Theology as I did. The seminar served as reinforcement for what I learned in class that day. I’m hoping that is what the discussion components of any class will serve as too.

In testimony to Fortunate’s teaching style, I never understood how he planned for what he was going to go over in class. Everyday it seemed he started off impromptu. Perhaps he had a plan, but I would believe the fact that he just winged it. He seems the type of guy who could wing a presentation and still look brilliant.

Disparate notes: Fortunate liked his Burger King fries. The Black Eyed Peas, according to Fortunate, are the best band ever. He thoroughly enjoys checkers. He worked at the library (doing his work, not working for the library) for 18 hours straight once.

If I could say only two sentences about the Educational Opportunity Program’s summer program for incoming freshmen, I would say these two things: 1) I was apprehensive about the entire program. 2) In the end, I loved it. And even that is probably understating it.

There is so much I could talk about that it would be overwhelming and idiotic to throw it into one post. Instead, what I’ve decided to do is to make this a sort of series. Since I probably won’t be doing much the next few days (outside of hopefully being able to shadow my family physician, Dr. Olson, and going to an Irish dance class with Kate — but more on those later and as they happen), I’ll write fascinating entries on my experiences. Furthermore, I’ll release them once a day since that would be even more exciting, and I actually have the convenient feature to do that on WordPress.

Let’s start. When I first heard about EOP and even up until the summer program started, I was apprehensive about joining. When I wasn’t apprehensive, I felt ridiculous. They made the program sound so intense, and perhaps it was to some, but I found it flamingly enjoyable. ((That is probably just me as a person though. For as much as others may have loved the summer program for the social aspect, I loved it for the social and educational aspects.)) The summer program was scheduled to last about five weeks. Knowing that, I knew it would be deadly if I didn’t have fun, but also that it would be superb if I did have fun. And I did have fun. I hope everyone there did.

The experience was somewhat awkward at first. I literally did not know anyone, and there were groups and couples who knew each other and sort of clinged to their status quo. I don’t blame them, but I think I would have approached this social situation differently had I had a friend there with me initially. I made lots of solid friends though, and I hope I will be able to see each of them again in the fall. I actually met one of my peers back from Fairview Elementary. That was awesome. She, Tanja, was from Serbia and immigrated during the war over there. I didn’t recognize her at all, nor did I have the foggiest that I knew her. The funny thing is that we realized we were classmates when I wore my Fairview tshirt. I know: Dang, that thing still fits me.

The EOP faculty are a communal bunch. I especially love the “southern/sitcom-black-family”-ness. It’s so charismatic. There’s an example I could share, but it’s not explanatory through text. If I had a video, I’d show you, but I don’t. That’s another thing: I don’t have any photos — absurd. I should look into investing in a digital camera. . . or hijacking my sister’s.

I think the rest of what I want to reflect on is too specific to elaborate on in a general post. Here’s a sampler of what is to come though: Fortunate and the Introduction to Theology Seminar, Introduction to Theology, Chemistry and Biology EOP courses, TTC, Studying, Chilling and Killing Time, Deep Dorm Discussions, EOP Scheduled Activities, Weekends, and possibly Dining. I’ll just run through my thoughts and memories from those events. They’ll be delicious, I promise — like a Loaded Steakhouse Burger from Burger King with fries. ((Burger King fries are a reference to Fortunate and the Intro to Theo Seminar.)) Oh, now I want one.

Also one technical note: I import these entries to Facebook. I’m not sure if the footnotes are going to work properly. If they don’t, you will see double parantheses. Those indicate that they are my footnotes. They look nice on my website. Check it out.