Lately I've been feeling a mixture of pomposity and dejection. On one hand, my fabulous lab partner and I just won an award at the Undergraduate Research Conference. On the other hand, I've been rejected from all the law schools on my list. On the bright side, I got into Teach For America so I won't be completely lost come May. Anyway, my mixed emotions have put me in a reflective mood...
Since I became a mole-person of the psychology lab, I've spent very little time in any other academic building at NYU. So I found myself reminiscing about my pre-med days as I walked through the Silver Center (main academic building) after the Conference. I remembered having to meet with some big-wig frog-lady in order to get approval to take Honors Chem. She peered at me from behind her glasses and basically said that she did not advise that I take it. I wouldn't do well. Forget it. Obviously I took it, got a B and now I'm going to teach chemistry. Funny how things work out.
This post is random, I need to be funnier.
Side note: honors chem turned out to be horrendous because of this terrible man -> 
isn't he terrible? He might look harmless with his beard and his carefree tie-less outfit, but he made my first semester of college quite tearful. If you see him, step on the back of his heels...everyone hates that.
isn't he terrible? He might look harmless with his beard and his carefree tie-less outfit, but he made my first semester of college quite tearful. If you see him, step on the back of his heels...everyone hates that.