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2nd banquet in a row. Chicken was better this time.

2002-05-07 - 11:49 p.m.

Studying for hormone test for second day in row. Nearly read all notes twice...will be reading actual essay articles soon...yeah, should do that before brain decides to liquify and pour from my nasal spigot into this 1 litre Dr. Pepper bottle. Yes, this would be a right good plan.

So I had my second banquet in a row today. Yesterday it was for the McGuiness program. Today it was the Sigma Xi science society. Starting in the 1860's, a few people at some Ivy league school though that scientists and engineers weren't getting props. To get said props, they created this organization, this "scientific brotherhood of zealous research." Yeah, that's the Latin, scary eh?

The dinner itself was...uncomfortable. For some reason I got seated at the Psych. table with people I recognize/kinda know but don't know. At first they talked about grad. plans, what they would do after graduation otherwise, etc. Then they moved on to talking about travel in Europe, studies in French and this bog of upper-middle class activites and nostalgia that I couldn't relate to. I was the only male at the table so my sex was my saving grace, keeping people from asking if I thought the Louvre was a ghastly zoo or something equally pretensious.

I was stunned: had everyone gone to France and decided to take French for years? And then how'd they know the same people? Was it some sort of program, I wonder? In any case, I just kept thinking to myself, "Yeah, I'm a working class kid...and now I remember why I hate most psych. majors."

Then we were asked to "adjourn" to another room to listen to the talk of the evening. Talk? What the fuck? I thought I ate, I hear someone yak for 10 minutes, we clap, I leave, right? Like yesterday but with better food, right? Nope, not the case. For the next hour I listened to a chemistry prof. explain the intricacies of hemoglobin and other types of globin in plants and animals. Not bad, really, but I kinda have this test tomorrow. After that we had the induction ceremony. No secret handshakes or anything, unfortunately.

All in all it was fun. I ran into my old stats. prof. there and I related how I needed recommendation letters soon. He said no problem. If Dr. Yom and my advisor send stuff in then the job process will move well.

I'm tired. See, I'm original...I put this at the end.

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