Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Why You Should Never Live With Anyone More Than a Decade Older Than You


35 Year Old Roommate: "God this place is so small and dingy and dirty. It needs a lot of work. I can't wait till I just get my own place."

21 Year Old Roommate: "This is such a great apartment! I don't know what you're talking about!"




21 Year Old Roommate: "Wow, I'm keeping this place so neat. The only dishes I leave in the sink are a few utensils that don't even look like they've been used! No food!"

35 Year Old Roommate: "Ick- why does she keep leaving things in the sink?"




21 Year Old Roommate: "Now that I have a real job, I need to be home and go to bed so early; it's only 11 or 12 pm!"

35 Year Old Roommate: "Who is making all that noise? It's so late! It's eleven at night!"




35 Year Old Roommate: "You don't really do your share in keeping the apartment clean, the bathroom for example"

21 Year Old Roommate: : "...I don't understand. How is it dirty? I mean if you want to be a neatfreak and clean it all the time that's not my job..."




21 Year Old Roommate: "Can I borrow some laundry detergent? I'll pay you for it. I only need to do a few loads so it's not really worth buying more"

35 Year Old Roommate: "Um...No. See above"







Saturday, June 25, 2011

Learning to Chew

Whenever I tell people I'm studying to be a chemist, they seem to immediately assume (as one british woman recently put it) that I "must be very clever!" I, on the other hand, have some serious doubts.

For starters, is science really more "intelligence demanding" than the humanities? This is a tricky and debatable subject so feel free to disagree. But by my own personal definition of intelligence though, it kind of is. Intelligence is technically defined as "capacity...for mental activity" which seems about right. Personally though, I think of true intelligence as creativity within boundaries. If you have a blank piece of paper you can do anything too, then well, anything can do anything to it and it's not all that special. If you have to figure out a way, say, to turn that paper into something specific while working within a variety of limitations, then that clearly takes a lot more thought and cleverness. The reason a lot of people think that art is easier than science, is probably because (technical drawing and rendering skills aside) progress art is all about creativity, and progress in science is all about creativity within an ever increasing number of limitations (AKA Problem Solving). It's also very common to find someone who is good at humanities but bad at math, but (in my experience) much rarer to find someone who is the other way round. But rarer doesn't always mean better, so please, feel free to prove me wrong. Of course I'm going to propagate the idea that science=smarts, because I'm a science student, and this is very flattering to my ego. Besides, Being good at studying something is can be very different than being good at doing it.

But asides aside, back to my nagging personal insecurities. Intellectually, I've always found myself in kind of an awkward middle ground, and I never know how smart I should consider myself to be. My SAT scores were good but not perfect. Sometimes I was in the top 10% of my highschool class, sometimes I struggled for hours to get a B-. People think I'm smart because I'm a science student in a nice college, but my grades are mediocre and my college is no MIT. My highschool English teachers thought I was brilliant, but my PreCalc teacher practically had to feed me answers on a regular basis. In middle school I once developed a math formula for checking answers that my teacher had never heard of, and one day she even asked me to go over HW infront of the class for her when she had to leave abruptly; but I often have the memory of a goldfish and need to study for really long periods of time. My highschool class voted me "most intelligent girl," but nowadays I am a dark horse wannabe doctoral candidate if there ever was one. After two semesters of "biting off more than I could chew" one thing is clear: I'm going to need to learn how to chew more.

Personally I think grades are mostly based on how a course is graded, and have little to do with the actual material of the course. My teachers always tell me that I'm very smart and blame any inconsistency between my supposed intelligence and my grades on lack of organizational skills and effort. But I often wonder if they're just confusing intelligence with the ability to express myself well, learn from a book instead of a teacher, and act with confidence (which is sometimes pulled out of my ass), instead of panicking and demanding immediate babying. Maybe I'm just good at acting smart?

Well, we may soon actually find out. The more time I spend studying chemistry, the more I find that a) almost everything I like about chemistry involves physics, b) I like a lot of things about physics too, and c) Both chemistry and physics are based on a lot of math. The obvious course of action then, is to take more classes in math and physics. Which is what I'll be doing. All at once. And (hopefully!) in an Ivy League University. If there was ever a time that I could admit to feeling "math anxiety" this is probably it.

Oh, and If I fuck this up, then I might as well forget about gradschool. Let's hope that'll get me to class on time.





Wednesday, June 22, 2011

The Real World



So technically work computers and internet are not to be used for personal use...but no one takes that too seriously, right? I actually once read a statistic that said about 70% of non-work-related-computing-at-work is porn downloading, so at least I haven't stooped that far. (this statistic was likely pre-social networking) Though frankly soon I might. You see, while I usually could care less about techno-specific gadget details, this is monitor is literally the size of a television. Having spent the past year and a half on a 10.1" netbook, I am still in awe. It's actually pretty sexy. Dudes in highschool who decorated their dorms with nothing but a gaming system while I was out scavenging for the perfect neon pink sheets and posters- I think I get it. Not to mention it's bigger than everyone elses. Ha!


Actually it's nice because I can now feel that my job is important and sophisticated, aided by the fact that I just moved into a larger office with a corner desk and a wheely chair. This is of course blatantly untrue, as I am a mere intern and probably the least productive of the interns at that, but hey, we all need goals. Oh, and tomorrow I'm finally getting a BAMF security badge because our building now has a seperate entrance for the Nuclear Disarmament people downstairs. Win.



Come to think of it, I could easily make the argument that this is work related. I mean, you tell me you wouldn't need practice typing on a keyboard that looks like this:

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Time to go now though. Facility closes at 8PM and I've heard that they set the dogs out on anyone here later. Probably untrue, but let's not actually find out. (Oh, the joys of working on the same campus as three nuclear reactors)