The Undergraduate

brown eyed girl.

talk to me (aim): raaaawren

god bless lorazepam. 

amen. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WKN0XF8-3Q

one of the best best best best songs of any animated film, ever. 

My adviser described my Spanish as “espantoso” in an email to someone today. Granted, it was in a message to someone about finding me a tutor and it’s not totally inaccurate, but I don’t know if I’d describe it as espantoso. Like it’s bad, but not so bad that I didn’t know what espantoso means. For those who don’t know its synonyms are: frightening, dreadful, appalling, hideous, shocking. 

LULZ. 

LULZ.

 because I proctored an exam a few weeks back, and my profe has volunteered me to do random tasks for the class i’m trailing, the entire class thinks i’m the TA . It’s hilarious. Today had to attend a panel discussion, and had to check in with me first. A few were like, “do we need to take notes?!?”  One student even asked me for paper advice.

I now understand how the people who were given authoritative roles during the Stanford prison experiment became drunk with power.  

Today will go down in my personal history as the day I really and truly felt like I belong here. I suppose the feeling has been brewing all week, as I have been completing my work with relative ease and holding my own in discussions and I have actually been sleeping, so I haven’t been a nutcase.

After spending the longest stretch of time without doing any reading in recent memory (24 hours) and spending the day with a visiting scholar from Cuba I have had the time to sit back and really think about my life in Gainesville… I am blessed (and this is not a word I use frequently) with a brilliant, generous, caring adviser who has created a lovely dysfunctional little family of Cubanists; two of the most genuine friends/colleagues who I have learned so much from, who have been so supportive and have helped me grow as a person and as a scholar; and a cohort of strong and talented women who are dedicated to projects that will yield tangible results.

I know this post isn’t grammatically correct, but I don’t really care. It’s not like I’m turning it in Haha.

That moment when you realize that you’re going back to Cuba in 2ish months and your visa sponsor is MIA…

Cuban institutions function much like Israeli ones: slowly and on their own terms. Haha

vergiltarian:

sitting down and remembering you left your drink in the kitchen

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