Time Capsule
Today I half-stumbled into my Project Management Quiz and winged it cold turkey. After handing it in, I realized tomorrow is my last day of classes ever. Safe to say the rest of this post is plastered with nostalgia.
I can still remember one day in Grade 3, I suddenly noticed that there was a time capsule on the wall of Secord School that was sealed in 1981. Joss and I thought it would be funny if we took a couple of pennies stamped in 1986 and snuck theme in the time capsule - the people who opened them would be like wtf??? I also remember in Grade 8 when the results of a Math Competition came out, being the cocky youngen I was, I assumed I was top of my school again - to my surprise some random named Shilpy Gupta had absolutely kicked my ass. I tracked her down and issued my mini-death threat...we've been great friends since. I remember the Garneau where Hamille and I tried to dodge the smelly hallways. We even made a Garneaupoly (Monopoly parody). Here's a screenshot for old times sake:
And then there was Eng Sci. That damn design project in second year, where Emami picked the most warped chinatown wood so that all the robots would get stuck, and the most shadowy lighting so that everyone's sensors would crap out. Or all those nights we spent copying Winnie's Quantum problem sets. I would always try to do the problems myself - and then at 2am I'd finally give up and copy too.
That stupid Anthro course where instead of studying Thermodynamics we were forced to memorize a hundred different types of platerine monkey. nThose god damn Written & Oral Assignments where Hattie and I would pull all-nighters to finish by Friday morning and then argue in the morning over who had to go to class and take notes for the other. And how can I forget that night Sarah and I stayed up doing a controls lab that was worth nothing but we wouldn't quit because of the principle of the thing.
Of course I didn't feel like I had enough to do so I chaired the ISA too - I dunno how many times I skipped class to drive to markham and pick up samosas. Or how instead of writing my thesis I was planning a culture show with the ISA gang.
And this past year, all of those damn Systems Assignments that have taught me the incredible skill of producing reams and reams of documents without actually doing anything. Somewhere loggers are deforesting to make enough paper to satisfy the Systems Engineering Department at Cornell, I swear there were more trees by Stewart Park last semester! And of course Car Team which has invaded my life and effectively sucked every last juicy morsel of spare time. Kirsten still feels "car team" is my cover for cheating on her. The thesis progress is at 95% for those who are following my MSN names.
So in conclusion of my rant, the school chapter of this story is ending - hand me my $40,000 piece of paper and introduce me to the concept of a "free weekend". Funny I don't remember much from any of my classes, except how to procrastinate them....ok ok I'll finish that thesis now!
Grrr! of the Day:
So when I was told that Cornell was in the middle of nowhere people said it was small town charm, big city feel, I thought of the bright side - no problems with traffic chaos and no problem finding parking and hotels. After all it is Ithaca, 5 hours from any civilized city. Yesterday proved how ridiculous this place is. It took me half-an-hour to get home from campus (normally a 2 minute drive) because there was a ridiculous amount of traffic. We are in the middle of nowhere, there is nothing to do here - why are there so many people and where the hell are they going??? Okay this didn't happen today but I am still grring about it. So my parents decided to finally try to book a hotel to stay in around Ithaca for my graduation. So I called a few places and all of them are booked - this was back in February. One place laughed at me and said they are also sold out for the 2009 graduation. Apparently, people book hotels for graduation the minute they get their acceptance to undergrad. My parents are staying in Auburn, NY, an hour away - because every place in Ithaca is sold out. Big city feel, eh - I suppose I was warned.
I can still remember one day in Grade 3, I suddenly noticed that there was a time capsule on the wall of Secord School that was sealed in 1981. Joss and I thought it would be funny if we took a couple of pennies stamped in 1986 and snuck theme in the time capsule - the people who opened them would be like wtf??? I also remember in Grade 8 when the results of a Math Competition came out, being the cocky youngen I was, I assumed I was top of my school again - to my surprise some random named Shilpy Gupta had absolutely kicked my ass. I tracked her down and issued my mini-death threat...we've been great friends since. I remember the Garneau where Hamille and I tried to dodge the smelly hallways. We even made a Garneaupoly (Monopoly parody). Here's a screenshot for old times sake:
And then there was Eng Sci. That damn design project in second year, where Emami picked the most warped chinatown wood so that all the robots would get stuck, and the most shadowy lighting so that everyone's sensors would crap out. Or all those nights we spent copying Winnie's Quantum problem sets. I would always try to do the problems myself - and then at 2am I'd finally give up and copy too.
That stupid Anthro course where instead of studying Thermodynamics we were forced to memorize a hundred different types of platerine monkey. nThose god damn Written & Oral Assignments where Hattie and I would pull all-nighters to finish by Friday morning and then argue in the morning over who had to go to class and take notes for the other. And how can I forget that night Sarah and I stayed up doing a controls lab that was worth nothing but we wouldn't quit because of the principle of the thing.
Of course I didn't feel like I had enough to do so I chaired the ISA too - I dunno how many times I skipped class to drive to markham and pick up samosas. Or how instead of writing my thesis I was planning a culture show with the ISA gang.
And this past year, all of those damn Systems Assignments that have taught me the incredible skill of producing reams and reams of documents without actually doing anything. Somewhere loggers are deforesting to make enough paper to satisfy the Systems Engineering Department at Cornell, I swear there were more trees by Stewart Park last semester! And of course Car Team which has invaded my life and effectively sucked every last juicy morsel of spare time. Kirsten still feels "car team" is my cover for cheating on her. The thesis progress is at 95% for those who are following my MSN names.
So in conclusion of my rant, the school chapter of this story is ending - hand me my $40,000 piece of paper and introduce me to the concept of a "free weekend". Funny I don't remember much from any of my classes, except how to procrastinate them....ok ok I'll finish that thesis now!
Grrr! of the Day:
So when I was told that Cornell was in the middle of nowhere people said it was small town charm, big city feel, I thought of the bright side - no problems with traffic chaos and no problem finding parking and hotels. After all it is Ithaca, 5 hours from any civilized city. Yesterday proved how ridiculous this place is. It took me half-an-hour to get home from campus (normally a 2 minute drive) because there was a ridiculous amount of traffic. We are in the middle of nowhere, there is nothing to do here - why are there so many people and where the hell are they going??? Okay this didn't happen today but I am still grring about it. So my parents decided to finally try to book a hotel to stay in around Ithaca for my graduation. So I called a few places and all of them are booked - this was back in February. One place laughed at me and said they are also sold out for the 2009 graduation. Apparently, people book hotels for graduation the minute they get their acceptance to undergrad. My parents are staying in Auburn, NY, an hour away - because every place in Ithaca is sold out. Big city feel, eh - I suppose I was warned.
posted by Megalomaniac at 12:31 PM
2 Comments:
Probably the funniest call of my WHOLE LIFE:
"That damn design project in second year, where Emami picked the most warped chinatown wood"
congrats on being done shivji.
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