Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - so i'm dressed all fabulous today. i'm walking up the stairs of the new building, holding my cell phone, my lab notebook, and the keys to the whole building. i open one door, i open another door. then i'm in the lab building. i am about to open the lab room, so i could check all the solutions i needed for the class, when someone stopped me. "hey! how did you get the keys to the lab?" some officially sounding man shouted at me. later, after he pressed me some more, did i explain that i was a first year grad student and i taught upper level courses (how the hell did that happen, i have no idea! i requested freshman chemistry, and got senior level chemistry). according to many, i look way too young for my age. according to many, the more weight i lose, the younger i look. according to many, the shorter my hair is, the younger i look. even my students, on the first day told me i got the wrong room, as the freshmen chem is in different building. i started wearing glasses (non-prescription, as my vision is perfect) and that adds couple years to my age. 2:05 p.m. - October 03, 2008 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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