Monday, June 27, 2011

Pumped Up Kicks

I don't really have much to post about, except for the fact that physics sucks. Have you ever taken a class where it seems that the more you study, the lower your grade is on the midterm?

This entry has no purpose. The sole purpose was to share my obsession with a Foster the People song - "Pumped Up Kicks". You don't understand how enamored I am with this song at this very moment.

So I'm just going to insert random picture here to make it look as though this entry had a purpose:

Friday night at The Edison
The bouquet that my lucky apartment-mate received from her new suitor. This is probably the 6th boy that I've seen trying to woo her this year... 

Song of the Day
Pumped Up Kicks - Foster the People

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Santa Monica Beach + Tahoes

Tossing frisbees and footballs by the ocean.  Lounging on the beach, listening to the tranquil roar of the waves. All-you-can-eat Korean barbeque to your heart's content. Then singing your heart out to those good ol' 90s songs we all knew so well as kids.

Time really does fly by. Less than a decade ago, we were all children trying to discover who we were in the awkward world otherwise known as middle school. Now, we are all turning 21 and embarking on our future careers.

Years pass, people change. Sometimes, you find that you have less and less in common with the person you were closest to in middle school. Despite our best intentions, interests diverge after college. Life happens. The only thing you seem to have in common with that person is the strong friendship you shared eight years ago.

Some people have great ability to keep in touch with people from high school. I've been quite terrible at it but I'm always excited when there is the opportunity to hang out with them once every blue moon.

Song of the Day
Superbass (Nicki Minaj)

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Workplace Irony

I came to work on Monday to find out that I had become unemployed. The library encountered a funding glitch and realized that they couldn't hire student workers unless:
  1. they had work study for the summer
  2. they were taking 6 units during the summer
  3. they are international students

Slightly exact and discriminatory policies, no? For one, few people actually have work study for the summer. Secondly, each class at USC is typically 4 units. How many people can actually take 6 units during the summer? Third, only hiring international students is pretty... discriminatory.

My coworker Mack captured our sentiments for the day pretty well over Facebook.

As well as the sentiments of our supervisors, who really didn't want to go through the hassle of re-training a batch of brand new student workers again. Especially since the new hiring policies meant that all of the student workers currently working at the library were fired.

On Tuesday, the administration resolved their funding issues and as a result, we had our jobs back. Then one of the student workers decided to quit on the same day, leaving only three of us to work in the library. The irony of the situation is that one day, I am unemployed, and the next day, my hours are drastically increased. As of now, I'm working from 3:30pm - 10pm (Monday - Thursday), 4pm - 8pm (Friday), and 1pm - 5pm (Saturday).

I've been complaining to my supervisors, asking them to hire another student worker to take over some of my hours. I think they are heeding my advice since we've had a ton of applicants for the new job opening.

Song of the Day
Dog Days Are Over (Florence and the Machine)

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Officially Submitted AADSAS 2012


I took a deep breath and finally pressed the E-Submit button on my AADSAS application, keeping my fingers crossed. My personal statement took 11 days to perfect. In hindsight, I should have started writing my personal statement in May and submitted on June 1, 2012. But alas, I procrastinated and I only just finished the final touches on my personal statement this morning.

Did you know that it costs $1285 to apply to 15 schools? That doesn't even include supplemental fees and the cost of traveling to interviews.

As a result, I'm working my butt off everyday from 4-10pm (while taking Physics) to pay for all of the extraneous cost. Pray for me that it doesn't amount to naught.

Schools that I applied to:
  • Midwestern University College of Dental Medicine (AZ)
  • Arizona School of Dentistry and Oral Health (AZ)
  • University of Southern California Herman Ostrow School of Dentistry (CA)
  • University of California, San Francisco (CA)
  • University of California, Los Angeles (CA)
  • University of the Pacific Arthur A. Dugoni School of Dentistry (CA)
  • Western University of Health Sciences (CA)
  • University of Louisville (KY)
  • Tufts University (MA)
  • Boston University Henry M Goldman School of Dental Medicine (MA)
  • Creighton University (NE)
  • University of Nevada, Las Vegas (NV)
  • University at Buffalo (NY)
  • New York University (NY)
  • The Maurice H. Kornberg School of Dentistry, Temple University (PA)

Song of the Day
Shutterbugg (Big Boi)

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Highway to... Walnut

Four years ago, I received my first driver license. Quite against my will, I might add. My parents pretty much dumped me at the DMV in Pomona and forced me to take my driver's license test. Unlike normal teens who couldn't wait to hit the road at 16, I loathed driving. To this day, I still hate driving.

My first drivers license. Everybody loves to remind me about how I look 13 years old in this photo...
The first time I ever went on the freeway was with my driving instructor in the spring of 2007. We took the ramp onto the 60 freeway by Diamond Bar. I admitted defeat after 5 seconds and took the first exit off the freeway. Did he really expect me to drive the freeway when I could barely drive faster than the speed limit in residential areas?

I had to renew my drivers license for my 21st birthday last month. Surprisingly, I received my new California drivers license within one week of renewing. It took my roommate over 2 months to get hers. Thankfully I retook the picture so that I wasn't stuck looking like a 13-year old until 2016.

My new and improved over-21 drivers license!
In honor of my newfound 21 year old status and my new driver's license, my parents gave me their old 1996 Lexus on the condition that I would drive myself home from now on. So yesterday, I drove home via freeways for the first time in my life. Actually, it was the first time in my life that I drove on the freeway by myself. Ever. It was sort of a monumental experience for me.

It took me four long years to muster up enough courage to drive onto the entrance ramp of the freeway. I'm happy to say that I survived the drive.

Song of the Day
YoĆ¼ and I (Lady Gaga)

Monday, June 6, 2011

Happy 21st Birthday, to me

My first legal alcoholic drink - Asian Pear Sake
June 4, 2011

My 21st birthday. A few weeks ago, someone told me that my 21st was the last big birthday to look forward to. "Everything goes downhill from there," he said.

It's hard not to be jealous at my little brother's excitement over birthdays. He called me this week, asking me to come home for my birthday so that he could eat birthday cake. I'm sure he's dying to see me but somehow, the birthday cake still takes precedence. He's at the ripe old age of 3 when everything in the world is still fresh and exciting to him. I remember how excited I was for birthdays as a kid. My fifth birthday was just as exciting as my sixth birthday which was just as exciting as my seventh birthday. Then high school came along and I stopped celebrating my birthday. There just wasn't enough time to study for finals and AP exams while having a full-fledged birthday party.

In hindsight, I sort of wished that I celebrated my sweet sixteen and my 18th birthday. So I ordered an Asian Pear Sake as my first legal alcoholic drink. It's kind of a big deal, you know? It's a special moment knowing that you are legally allowed to order cocktails from restaurants and gain entrance into 21+ clubs. But my waitress didn't even bother to card me for the alcoholic beverage. How anticlimactic.