Action Potential |
A collection of what I find funny, and tickles my ion channels. |
Current jam.
May I enquire as to why you are asking me for my course information after already receiving it through the AMCAS primary application? Is it too much of an inconvenience to code an algorithm that can scan my application, that I already spent hours inputting my course info into, and put it into your database? I understand you are receiving thousands of applications, but you will be looking at these anyway to make sure us applicants put the info in correctly.
Sincerely,
A hard-working pre-med who is tired of inputting my course info for the umpteenth time.
p.s. Screw you.
Who would have thought just how difficult it is to write a letter of rec for yourself? I mean, I could ramble about how awesome I am. That’s not hard at all. xD
But really, I have to submit this letter to the grad student I worked with in my lab. Someone who knows all my strengths and flaws, which should be reflected correctly in this letter. All of a sudden, this simple self letter of rec becomes a flurry of second guessing and trying to remember what I seemed like to other people. I don’t want myself to write a letter that he would disagree with. Something that will be forwarded to my PI. And so that’s why I am so… blahhhhh.
I’m a modest person. I don’t go around boasting about my accomplishments and tend to downplay successes. Which makes this one of the hardest papers I’ve ever had to write.
And I’m not even in college anymore. Wat.
Sup.
I’ve been neglecting this tumblr for some time now. I’ve never really had anything to post, nor the desire to. I’ve just been so caught up in life. Graduation. Work. Apartment craziness. Med school apps. Videogames.
Now, I’ve been buckling down and working on secondaries for the 25 med schools I applied to. I feel as if I’ll be updating this tumblr with my current status on whatever med schools invite me to interview and you best bet I’ll be taking tons of photos… and posting them.
It’s gonna be an exciting year.
p.s. Sh*t my professors say hasn’t been discontinued. I have to sort though all my notes. xD
Cross Stitching Day 1
Tonight concludes my time in LCC Theatre Company. Show isn’t for another 8 hours yet I’m already feeling the butterflies.
I had always seen the farewells of the seniors and never thought this day would actually come. It’s bittersweet. This might possibly be the final show I act in, and that scares me. Theatre and LCC have become such a part of my life that I’m not sure how to just accept this as my final performance. Leaving the stage and my friends behind. Leaving a group that has had my back for four years. That has made my UCLA experience something absolutely amazing. How do say goodbye to something like that?
Tonight will be my last LCC performance, and I promise you, my greatest. Thank you LCC Theatre Company for changing my life. I will forever be a coyote.
AHWOOOOOO!
credit: Danielle
There’s gonna be a great rant in the near future about my independent research project. Just need to survive this poster session.
I don’t understand why you all are here, this isn’t the most interesting class.
This isnt my full time job, I work for a living.
There will be lots of exams, like 5 or 6 or so, in fact, theres one right now
It’s better that I get bored before you.
I was in class when we had to come with clubs and fight off bears
Don’t like your grade? Ive been here 30 years, they cant touch me.
For pluses and minuses, I flip a coin.
I have a system, its all based on magic or something.
The 15 dollars prolly goes to some brick in the new Pauley Pavilion…
Textbook companies are like everyone else in the world, out to screw you. All you can do is sit back and take it.
We do have a lecture devoted to beer.
"Biostats Prof
Current song.
Heard it while shopping at Cotton On. I’ve been looking to change up my style. Something a bit older. Something besides jeans and a hoodie. Every day. xD
I heard the sound of a cannon in the distance as I submitted my final project for App Ling. That meant there were two others besides me left. I think. I heard the rumbling voice announce a feast for tomorrow morning at 11:30. I know it will be the end of all but one of us.