Weirdness
So today was College Fest on campus apparently. I knew it was coming, but I didn't know it was today. For the most part, the day went smoothly. SEO finally found my contract and said I should be on record in 10 days (yeah right, like I haven't heard that one before!). I was able to finish my CAS linking subtest paper and left Von der Ahe before closing. Of course the library was not immune to the noise outside. Lo and behold I find out that it is being held right there at the sunken garden next to St. Robs. I wasn't exactly decked out in rock concert gear, and I'm sure my backpack would piss some people off, so I decided to be a good girl and tread to the computer lab in the basement a few feet away from the stage (it was like thunder in there for a good three hours until Hellogoodbye and Wyclef Jean finally ended their music). I instantly became a fan of HG and Wyclef isn't that bad either. I saw HG a little on stage while I was headed to the lab and appreciated the live music while I continued to type up my case study assignment. Near the end of the concert, a journalist came in the lab a bit miffed about his contact with the program as he could not obtain his passes and had no way of getting in touch with her apart from e-mail. Very stupid I say especially when you're at a concert in a foreign area. Anyway I give him my sympathies and say sorry I could not help and try to give him some suggestions to find out where to go. The back of the stage isn't that big nor is it that far anyway.
Long story short, I think he's a bit buzzed and pissed, but also wants to either kill time, or is just trying to hit on me and amuse himself while in his current state. I am obviously very busy and not partying outside and he goes into this whole "you do all this for everyone, but have you done anything for yourself?" type deal. Of course I never back down from a valid argument. He, of course had some valid points that I have already been over a few times in my life, but in the few minutes he's known me, he does not realize how hard I've worked to get to where I am, simply because I enjoy what I do and what I will do once I am done. I couldn't stress enough that people make sacrifices and that includes studying instead of partying on a Friday night and he was encroaching on my study time!!! Anyway, I figured he wouldn't go away, so I decided to be polite and just answer his philosophical questions. Granted our conversation wasn't exactly the most intellectual, it was meaningful enough to have me reaffirm my choices and beliefs. After all was said and done, the topic of "do you have a boyfriend" comes up a few times over, granted in a more subtle way. In the end, I was forced to facebook him. If only he know how much I do not like placing random people as my friends. However, he was sincere and pretty truthful with everything he told me thus far. Apparently he is the son of the current speaker of the house of representatives of Hawaii. Weird. He thought I was either Chinese or part Japanese-Hawaiian. Nice try, just because he is all of those. Before we parted ways guided him along his way, he invited me to a party in Long Beach--which of course he knew I was probably too busy for. Man if only these people knew just how busy being in grad school is. Sadly only a modest 4% of the population will ever understand--most don't even finish their programs.
(While searching for appropriate statistics, I came across Curtis Bowman's blog about the perils of graduate school in academia. In a way I'm glad I have something else to fall back on besides being a professor at a university.)
In the end, the experience robbed me of about 30 mins worth of productivity (not that I was all that productive before), and gained an extra facebook friend at the expense of two phone calls to Hawaii, and was probably hit on by a politician's son (I am pretty dense, but I don't think anyone would bother someone in deep concentration piled to their ears in paperwork just to strike a conversation). I think he was a bit disappointed that I wasn't enthralled or showing any enthusiasm when he said who his dad was. Sorry dude, but regardless of which politician your dad is, even if it was George Bush, I really could care less. Now, if you were the son of a rockstar, then keep talking :P
Long story short, I think he's a bit buzzed and pissed, but also wants to either kill time, or is just trying to hit on me and amuse himself while in his current state. I am obviously very busy and not partying outside and he goes into this whole "you do all this for everyone, but have you done anything for yourself?" type deal. Of course I never back down from a valid argument. He, of course had some valid points that I have already been over a few times in my life, but in the few minutes he's known me, he does not realize how hard I've worked to get to where I am, simply because I enjoy what I do and what I will do once I am done. I couldn't stress enough that people make sacrifices and that includes studying instead of partying on a Friday night and he was encroaching on my study time!!! Anyway, I figured he wouldn't go away, so I decided to be polite and just answer his philosophical questions. Granted our conversation wasn't exactly the most intellectual, it was meaningful enough to have me reaffirm my choices and beliefs. After all was said and done, the topic of "do you have a boyfriend" comes up a few times over, granted in a more subtle way. In the end, I was forced to facebook him. If only he know how much I do not like placing random people as my friends. However, he was sincere and pretty truthful with everything he told me thus far. Apparently he is the son of the current speaker of the house of representatives of Hawaii. Weird. He thought I was either Chinese or part Japanese-Hawaiian. Nice try, just because he is all of those. Before we parted ways guided him along his way, he invited me to a party in Long Beach--which of course he knew I was probably too busy for. Man if only these people knew just how busy being in grad school is. Sadly only a modest 4% of the population will ever understand--most don't even finish their programs.
(While searching for appropriate statistics, I came across Curtis Bowman's blog about the perils of graduate school in academia. In a way I'm glad I have something else to fall back on besides being a professor at a university.)
In the end, the experience robbed me of about 30 mins worth of productivity (not that I was all that productive before), and gained an extra facebook friend at the expense of two phone calls to Hawaii, and was probably hit on by a politician's son (I am pretty dense, but I don't think anyone would bother someone in deep concentration piled to their ears in paperwork just to strike a conversation). I think he was a bit disappointed that I wasn't enthralled or showing any enthusiasm when he said who his dad was. Sorry dude, but regardless of which politician your dad is, even if it was George Bush, I really could care less. Now, if you were the son of a rockstar, then keep talking :P
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Saturday, March 15, 2008
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