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Kind of look like those British strawberries.
HOW THE POST-DOC ANSWERS MY SIMPLE QUESTION
credit: jerunplugged
How I felt some times
After studying abroad in England, I’ve lost a glove size.
Overheard in the Leaky Beaker (via bubblebathandcolours)
Heh Heh Heh
Last day in England.
I caught a 10:16am bus to London Heathrow Airport from the Oxford Bus Company. My ticket was for 12:06pm although the conditions said that the ticket is valid for 2 hours before and after the time I reserved. The bus driver got mad at me for some odd reason when I tried to board at 10:16, although my ticket was completely valid. He shouted and shook his head at me. I don’t recall irritating him other than replying to say that I reserved a seat for noon, but it seems that he doesn’t like people with non-British accents very much. I ended up apologizing because I was so embarrassed, although I did nothing wrong. Oh well, I’m so done with people like that. It’s time to head home.
At Heathrow, I had to buy a second baggage because Virgin Atlantic only allows one carry on item, unlike most other airlines. No wonder my ticket was so much cheaper. And then, I got my first pad down going through security as my shoes somehow set off the alarm. That felt really really awkward.
On the plane, I decided to watch a British romantic comedy named "About Time" and cried so hard in public at the scene where Tim's father passed away. The British couple sitting next to me looked quite concerned. But oh well.
After a 70-minute wait at US customs, I met two friends who came to pick me up at the airport, then more friends once I arrived on campus. Took a little while to get my ID activated and find my keys to my room, but all is well. I'm home.
Botanic Gardens, University of Oxford
Friday
Right after my last tutorial today, I went out to pub near where I lived to grab a drink. I was alone for a while before a friend came by to keep me company during the Italy v.s. Costa Rica football game. A Bloody Mary and a Pimms later, we chatted basically about life at and after Oxford. He just finished his degree in biochemistry. I'm done with my visit.
It definitely has been a fun time overall. There were ups and downs. I'd probably come back again if I could, or go to a different country in Europe, such as Italy or Germany or France or even Spain. I'm glad I've made the decision to study abroad. In case you haven't noticed, I really like lists. Here are some of the lessons I learned in the past six months. And many more lessons to be learned.
1. Be Patient. Be Persistent. Suck it Up. At the end of the day, there is a lesson to be learned, else you wouldn't be here.
2. Architecture is man-made. But nature, nature is beautiful.
3. The sun will rise everyday, whether it is cloudy or raining outside, so you might as well wake up early.
4. Love your accent. Love the way your sound moves through your throat. It is quite exotic.
5. Those who love you will listen when they can. Give them time and space.
6. Say "good-bye" to that toxic person in your life, early. Life is too short. You can't force yourself to like someone.
7. But you can force yourself to work with someone, even if you will never, ever be that person's friend, ever.
8. When you are alone in a social event, keep smiling. Someone (most often, a boy) might just walk up to you, say "Hello", and start a conversation.
9.Treat yourself. Love yourself. Buy that dress you fell in love with or those earrings you keep staring at. This trip is once-in-a-life-time.
10. Find what you love. Find the little things that keep you smile while walking down the street, that joke you'd laugh at whenever it flashes through your head. Find the things that make you happy.
11. Flirt a little. You can be forever 21 in your heart. But you are 21 only once.
Sundresses
Recently, the sun god has shined on Oxford and wearing pants is just too hot and shorts too cold. I am now beginning to understand why British girls love sundresses. The dresses are quite cheap in price in this shop named Primark. The best part is that wearing a dress means that I don't have to worry about matching my shirt and pants. I should also get myself away from the racks of blue dresses as I have only bought blue ones in the past two days. I have some strange attraction to blue dresses.
Watching the World Cup in Oxford is quite fun. Tonight was cocktail night so cocktails at the college bar was only £3 per glass. And Luis Suarez had a wonderful game against England! Being the only person cheering for Uruguay in the Teddy Hall Junior Common Room was quite dangerous, but quite hilarious. The fact that I was wearing all blue didn't seem to bother anyone. The fact I stayed quiet when Rooney scored seemed to escape their attention, as the twenty-something Oxford men cheered "ROONEY! ROONEY!" I put on a poker-face as all the boys sunk into their depression, and went to the bar to buy myself a cocktail.
It doesn't hurt to drink alone once in a while.
I came to Oxford studying for MCATs. I am leaving Oxford while studying for MCATs. It's okay. We all fall once in while. But it's time to stand back up.
Days remaining:3
If you want to do the most, you have to go see the worst.
Melinda Gates (via forbes)
Early Morning
I have started to plan my transition back to Wellesley. A former visiting student warned me that it will be super tough. I have no doubt about it, especially with everything that will and has to happen this senior year.
I laid awake in bed last night, partially because of having too much meat at dinner, partially because I've started to feel nostalgic already, partially because I'm worried about next week. I'm not worried about coming home. I miss you all. But at 3:30am this morning, I woke up feeling uneasy, as if there is a rock at the bottom of my stomach.
I officially finished my visit to the new lab today. For those of you who have been reading since I arrived, you know it was not an easy journey. It was an experience I hung onto with a lot of willpower and there was no way I could have done it without the help of new friends in the lab. It felt really sad to leave right after starting to get close to them. I didn't cry at the dinner. But I had to tell myself to keep smiling. I just couldn't bring myself to be myself.
I guess I will have to get used to this whole morning thing and doing homework at 4am isn't exactly too bad. The sun rise is keeping me company and so are the birds.
Days remaining: 5
Good-byes
I really hate goodbyes.
But I had to say "Goodbye" to three groups of friends today.
At 5am, one of my best friends from Wellesley left me for Germany for the summer. This is the first summer we will spend in different cities since we became friends.
At 3pm, I waved goodbye to a friend from high school, who is back-packing through Europe because he felt lost in life. Business school do weird things to people. I hope he finds what he is looking for. I hope he finds his soul again.
At 10:30pm, I had to say "Goodbye" to my lab-mates, new friends that I've made while in Oxford, some I barely got to know. I wish I had time to get to know more about them and spend more time with them.
But the time is up. I was really out of it at the dinner my lab-mates put together for me tonight. I think it hit me today that I'm leaving in six days. Some parts of me look forward to coming home. Some parts of me want to stay longer. But all things come to end.
I have a tough summer ahead of me. In addition to research, there are applications to write and exams to excel on. The next six weeks will be like no other. From somewhere, I need to find the strength to hold on.
Hang in there.
Formal hall 6/14
via Pinterest *Glamour
Okay.
6/10 Formal Hall dinner. We had duck today.
Took a small day trip to Stratford Upon Avon today. The day started with pouring rain but gradually become sunnier.
Visiting Shakespeare's birthplace and grave was one of the last things on my bucket list of to-dos in England. Turns out, Stratford, ON looks awfully similar to the original Stratford Upon Avon, even the theater is designed to be next to a river.
He doesn't care if you think he's attractive. He cares whether I think he's attractive.
Says the male PhD student, after I mentioned that I think Tom Daley is quite attractive.
Sheryl Sandberg, to the class of 2014
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What it felt like to be in a lab meeting when I first started research. In fact, every time I work on a new project, I feel the unease and uncertainty eating away my voice.
But making myself sit there and listen and speak up is how I tell myself this is where I belong. And it gets easier every time.
Cornish plaice...at Turl Street Kitchen. Finally!! Walked in for the forth time before finally eating something.