If there was ever a day when I just absolutely knew I'm meant for research, it was today.
I did two things today. One useful, one not so much.
The first was buying a couple of lottery tickets through text messages. The Loto first prize has risen to 2 million dollars and I had an accumulating phone balance because I use my phone so rarely for calling, ha! (so really, might as well do something with that, since the money would just go to waste).
When I sent the numbers in, and you always imagine what you would do in the highly unlikely chance you win, I thought, I would totally still go for a PhD. It would be like pimp my grad school. Just imagine (after doing the whole invest for my future trust fund type thing + butt-load of charity) Going to study without having to beg schools for funding, worrying about being employable afterwards, worrying if the city of the university you're applying to is too expensive to live in, or even thinking about money. Yes, I'd still love to do a PhD, and I would do it in style!
Then something else happened. Last week I finally was able to finish coding the bioheat model and got some awesome results! I finally finished writing out a big chunk of the research I'd been working on just today (Well hello there, Journal paper, I hope to see you soon). You know what? Afterwards, despite spending this past week upset, anxious, endlessly browsing dresses and pinterest to pass the time, and just feeling like I'm waiting for infinity for decisions, tonight, after getting done with work I felt awesome. A sense of accomplishment, and the feeling that I rock at this and I love doing it. Everything felt right in the world.
Now what remains is to convince some admission committee of all that.
On an unrelated note:
1- Habib, thanks for giving me all that techno music, hehe.
2- LAST WEEK OF LABS FOR ME!!! YAAAAY!!! It's been a rough semester and I dropped like 3kg. I did gain plenty of muscle, stamina, and character though:
- I can now silence and control a class full of belligerent and unfocused 18 year old guys (I so sympathize with the lone 1 to 3 girls in each of my classes).
- I can give proper lectures and keep the students interested and interactive. You should've seen last week's automotive engine lecture. We were about 15-20 minutes late to the machine shop lab because the students were just full of questions! It figures. You say "cars" and "engine" and flash a slide of a V6 engine animation and a room full of comatose male sophomores suddenly wake up and their eyes light up.
- I can lift heavy ass toolboxes full of steel wrenches and tools like a champ, and run around for hours on end without collapsing into a puddle at the end of it!
Who would've thought that an "Introduction to Mechanical Engineering" course would be character building stuff.
I did two things today. One useful, one not so much.
The first was buying a couple of lottery tickets through text messages. The Loto first prize has risen to 2 million dollars and I had an accumulating phone balance because I use my phone so rarely for calling, ha! (so really, might as well do something with that, since the money would just go to waste).
When I sent the numbers in, and you always imagine what you would do in the highly unlikely chance you win, I thought, I would totally still go for a PhD. It would be like pimp my grad school. Just imagine (after doing the whole invest for my future trust fund type thing + butt-load of charity) Going to study without having to beg schools for funding, worrying about being employable afterwards, worrying if the city of the university you're applying to is too expensive to live in, or even thinking about money. Yes, I'd still love to do a PhD, and I would do it in style!
Then something else happened. Last week I finally was able to finish coding the bioheat model and got some awesome results! I finally finished writing out a big chunk of the research I'd been working on just today (Well hello there, Journal paper, I hope to see you soon). You know what? Afterwards, despite spending this past week upset, anxious, endlessly browsing dresses and pinterest to pass the time, and just feeling like I'm waiting for infinity for decisions, tonight, after getting done with work I felt awesome. A sense of accomplishment, and the feeling that I rock at this and I love doing it. Everything felt right in the world.
Now what remains is to convince some admission committee of all that.
On an unrelated note:
1- Habib, thanks for giving me all that techno music, hehe.
2- LAST WEEK OF LABS FOR ME!!! YAAAAY!!! It's been a rough semester and I dropped like 3kg. I did gain plenty of muscle, stamina, and character though:
- I can now silence and control a class full of belligerent and unfocused 18 year old guys (I so sympathize with the lone 1 to 3 girls in each of my classes).
- I can give proper lectures and keep the students interested and interactive. You should've seen last week's automotive engine lecture. We were about 15-20 minutes late to the machine shop lab because the students were just full of questions! It figures. You say "cars" and "engine" and flash a slide of a V6 engine animation and a room full of comatose male sophomores suddenly wake up and their eyes light up.
- I can lift heavy ass toolboxes full of steel wrenches and tools like a champ, and run around for hours on end without collapsing into a puddle at the end of it!
Who would've thought that an "Introduction to Mechanical Engineering" course would be character building stuff.
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