November 28, 2007

The Proof is in the Pudding

Applying for graduate school has been one half mind numbing tedium, one half wide-eyed excitement, and one half a strange amalgamation of introspection, pride and regret. The whole thing is taking up a very significant amount of time. Luckily, my practice is currently at a manageable level or as I like to call it "alert level aquamarine" since the emergency situation that came up last week seems to have resolved.

One of the biggest application problems I've encountered is that I don't have a significant portion of the work that I did as an undergraduate. I had kept my work on a few 3 1/4" floppies and in some cardboard boxes and about half (this post is just full of halves) of those were destroyed in the aftermath of a big storm and flood in Phili. If I had just made use of some of this newfangled modern technology to back that work up I would be in this position but come on: it's 2008. Shouldn't we have robots walking around who automatically back up and store everything we do by now?

What really makes me feel like a bonehead though is that my girlfriend has kept almost all of her old work from college stacked away oh so neatly.

Still, I did read over some of my old essays that were only moderately water damaged and reading those essays really gave me an insight into the mind of a much younger me. For example, I learned that the 20 year old me never proof read anything that he wrote.

7 comments:

Lisa said...

"Applying for graduate school has been one half mind numbing tedium, one half wide eyed excitement, and one half a strange amalgamation of introspection, pride and regret."

You'll see what I mean when you get there, but that's a pretty accurate description of what grad school as a whole is like. Well, most of the wide eyed excitement is concentrated at the ends.

Kid Dammit said...

I am a real fan of the way you always refer to your girlfriend as "my girlfriend". I am sure you would say you are just trying to protect her anonymity but, it's still pretty possessive for such a feminist boy.
HONK HONK
-KD

the unbeatable kid said...

that honk honk stuff really works. i was thinking that you were upset about using the term girlfriend until i got to that part and everything was clear.

the thing is that "the girlfriend" uses boron110 as an internet "handle." i don't want people to think that i'm in a relationship with a robot. there are rules against such things. and for good reason.

Boron110 said...

I can't figure out which one of you is doing a better job protecting my honor. I'll just say- thank you kind sirs.

By the way, I think HONK HONK is the most effect onomatopoeia there ever was: I hear a cartoon horn every time I read it.

the unbeatable kid said...

the only person i'm defending is me. because the world isn't ready for human-robot relationships.

Kid Dammit said...

Remember the "Home Movies" episode when Brenden has to do the "video film" for Fenton'S birthday and he's all "What kind of name is Fenton anyway? It sounds like something you catch on your feet. HONK HONK." It seemed appropriate.

-KD

the unbeatable kid said...

that's the episode with jason's candy addiction. it's a good one.