summer 2012 means……….
1. season finales of all my favorite shows :((
2. revealing of tear inducing grades and a hopeless gpa
3. frisbee with mah biffles
4. gym-ing…….alone in stupid coles
5. sitting in on summer orgo classes to see what type of hell i’m getting myself into next semester
6. missing my dorm room and my roomies and neighbors
7. volunteering at memorial sloan for the 3rd summer, my dream hospital that with my undergrad gpa will never be hired in
8. working for very little $ :(
9. watching the olympics LOL
every year i tell myself that summer is the time for self evaluation, and every summer i end up being completely dissatisfied with what i’ve done for the past school year. i’ve worked pretty hard throughout freshman year. i get my shit done early, pulled maybe 2 all nighters all year, studied in advance for midterms, etc. now that i got my grades I realized all the stuff i haven’t done. i didn’t go that extra mile. i realized that in college, in order to get an A in an anal-ly curved science class you have to put in that extra effort more so than other people. you have to be a bitch about grades at least towards yourself. i really hate being a bitch about grades, and i hate just about half the pre-med population for that reason. but i guess that’s the price of being pre-med. today was my first day back at sloan and it kinda rekindled my drive to give this med school thing another shot. i just want another chance to prove myself that i can be better than average at nyu. people here are really smart and hardworking for the most part despite the attitudes of certain individuals, but i can be just as good as they are.
as for ultimate, i guess it was a good year for me in terms of getting exposed to college frisbee and how incredibly intense and competitive it is. i sacrificed a lot to be on the team but i think overall it didnt affect my schoolwork in a negative way. if anything, it made me more productive cause face it, there is no way im willing to bring HOMEWORK to tournaments lol. i’ve gotten a ton of criticism about defense aggression, lack of risk taking, offense mobility, etc etc etc this year from my teammates and coaches, and even though it’s all outta love and support i still wished i could’ve fixed these problems before regionals to show them that i CAN do these things. again, it all goes back to going that extra mile on the little things. giving a touch more effort at track workouts, running a bit harder during warmup sprints, squatting a little deeper, holding that plank for 5 extra seconds….and it goes on..
i guess it’s clear that i’m gonna try to go the extra mile this summer and next semester and beyond. now is not the time to say that “i’ve worked very hard already” or “i’m tired from this year, lemme relax this summer.” it’s time to grow up and realize that the good things in life are in store for everyone, it’s just a matter of who seizes them first.
"The Spectacular Spektor" - Newsweek
- Jesse Ellison: This summer you’re going back to Russia for the first time in 22 years. Why has it been so long?
- Regina Spektor: A combination of circumstances and opportunity. For a while, you couldn’t go, and even if you could, my family didn’t have the money. That was true for years. Then, when we did have the money, there were other things, like college. And if you’re going to have one family vacation, maybe it’s not going to be the intense, emotional one. Maybe you just want to go to New Jersey and sit on the beach. Because so much time went by, in my mind it became this very distant, complicated place. I started getting scared that all my memories would go away if I went there.
- Jesse Ellison: You felt your new memories would erase the old ones?
- Regina Spektor: My whole ambivalence has been that you remember things one way as a child and when you look at them as an adult, it replaces them. I want a signed guarantee saying, “Your previous memories shall remain untouched and unharmed. We will catalog every one and you will have just as many.” But memory is its own narrative. Even if 50 people saw the same thing happen at an intersection and they went home and wrote about it, their stories would all be different.
(Source: 9gag, via funniest10k)
Science: Coffee Drinkers Live Longer
(Source: newsweek)
I met with a young man
Who has an ocean romance
And he calls it the way of life!
ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana
banana-ah-ah (ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana) potato-na-ah-ah (ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana) banana-ah-ah (ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana)
togari noh pocato-li kani malo mani kano chi ka-baba, ba-ba-nana
yoh plano boo la planonoh too ma bana-na la-ka moobi talamoo
ba-na-na ba-ba (ba-ba-ba-ba-banana) POH-TAAA-TOH-OH-OH (ba-ba-ba-ba-banana)
togari noh pocato li kani malo mani kano chi ka-ba-ba, ba-ba-naNAAAHHHH!!!
If I ever need to know all the words LOL
POTATO-NAAAAAH
(Source: unicornbarney)
terrible human beings
so today in the rubin elevators i saw a guy who was moving out and his dad. the funny thing was that his dad was hauling the gigantic suitcase and his guitar case and having a lot of trouble coming into the elevators, while the son (WHO IS A GROWN ASS MAN) carried absolutely nothing and just slipped in without even helping his dad a bit. and THEN what pissed me off even more was when his dad handed him the guitar case cause he needed two hands to take the suitcase out of the elevator, the guy scoffed at his DAD and took it reluctantly for like 5 seconds and gave it back.
like. are you fucking joking. i was literally about to pounce on the dude and beat the living shit out of him. first of all, you should be carrying your own shit to the best of your abilities. second of all you should take every opportunity to help YOUR DAD move YOUR SHIT. i dont understand how your dad puts up with you every day of your life while paying tens of thousands of his hard earned money to put you through NYU. i don’t know, maybe there’s a thing called FATHERLY LOVE that you obviously fail to comprehend. grow the fuck up, man. grow the fuck up.
