So I’ve got a bike, finished a few days of school, etc.
Ithaca’s roads are terribly maintained, so biking is really kinda rough. A lot of people have gravel in their driveways too, so that ruins my wheels even more. I wasn’t able to pick up a mountain bike, but… well… it’s a Trek mountain bike frame-ish, with slick tires. Not quite road bike tires, but probably… hybrid. I dunno. Keeping me in mild shape, and the ride to campus is reaaaaaallly nice. Forested scenery. Pretty cool. But of course, drivers aren’t too keen with bikers, and the bike lanes aren’t too great. Most of the potholes are in the bike lane since all the water drains to the side and causes most of the damage there, and anything that’s on the road (rocks, branches, etc) gets swept off to the side… into the bike lane.
Every time I hit a rock and hear it on my tires, I die a little inside because I feel like any one of them are going to pop my tires… yea.
School’s cool, but every single one of my classes has a project. My 5100 class (Model Based System Engineering) has a project that starts tomorrow and is due next Friday haha. It’s essentially my entire MAE 3 project… in a week. It’s pretty cool actually, but like…
I still can’t get the idea of the semester system into my head. I’m like, Oh no I only have until December to get all this stuff down… but then I realized that normally I wouldn’t be in school for another month + a few.
Also, a LOT of people got into the M. Eng program straight from undergrad at Cornell, so they just…. know more about how things work around here. According to Monica, they don’t even need the GRE to get in. Wait what?! That was one of the biggest things! What the hell?! I suppose since it’s a private, they just… want continuing customers, right?
I met Grant’s brother, Kyle, yesterday. Really cool guy. Looking forward to working with him on stuff if possible (he’s in a distance-learning program, so it’s essentially the program you take if you’ve got a full-time job and they want you to get your degree as well).
I also met one of my professors, David Schneider, really awesome guy. Was a chemical engineer, now a professor of systems engineering, knows people at Hasbro, worked at Disney as a production assistant, was a screenwriter for Disney, and also wrote an episode of Star Trek: Voyager. What the hell?
He is also a new dad, his son being 17 days old as of… about an hour and a half ago.
Honestly, I’m scared. At orientation, one of the old students said, “Some of you are going to feel like you don’t belong here. You’re going to ask yourself why you deserve to be here. And I’m here to let you know that a lot of other people feel that way too. Don’t worry. You all deserve this.”
And I’m inspired by the smart people around me… but I’m still just so terrified of failure. I’m at an Ivy League, I can’t fuck this up… What did they see in me? Because I still can’t see it in myself…
And that’s it for updates. Sorry Kevin, I haven’t had too much time to get my thoughts down, haha. I’ve been subsisting off of peanut butter sandwiches and bananas.
I don’t have a bike in Ithaca and by golly I feel… un-whole. The fact that I have to pay for bus fare for the next few days and learn an entirely new transit system is a bit difficult.
How do I go outside when it rains cats and dogs on a whim?
I don’t know what to expect. My parents won’t stop bugging me about working at my host family’s relative’s restaurant on the weekend if I have time, but I don’t foresee myself having much time (one systems engineering student said not to worry about housing because all you’d do there is eat dinner and sleep for a few hours) and also… honestly, I’m kinda tired of working in foodservice.
It’s also a bit difficult because my host parents ( is that what I call them…) don’t speak English, so my Cantonese doesn’t always… come across proper, since my translation skills aren’t too hot.
Also one of the daughters of the restaurant owners appears to be a student or something, but when I met her and shook her hand, her handshake was like… just terrible. It was limp, so I couldn’t even shake her hand, when I went in for the grip she essentially stopped me at her fingers and it was a cringeworthy handshake. How the hell do you tell someone they need to work on their handshake in front of their family? You don’t, I suppose. SHE NEEDS TO FIX THAT. GONNA HAVE PROBLEMS LATER IN LIFE.
The community in Ferguson is struggling to come up with the money to keep their kids fed, since school has been cancelled all this time, yet people have donated over $12,000 to the murderer who started all of this in the last 24 hours alone. Think about that. And then donate to the right cause.
CHIPOTLE IS 9.50 HERE WITHOUT TAX. FOR CHIPOTLE. NOT EVEN MEXICAN FOOD. CHIPOTLE.
THERE IS NO MEXICAN FOOD.
Seed of Doubt
I know this is the proper thing to do, but I’m getting really antsy. Am I good enough? I don’t know, but I don’t think so.
3 hours in the future. Not much different here.
HAHA THE WEATHER HERE IS AMAZING HOLY SHIT NO HUMIDITY AND IT’S 75 DEGREES AND IT’S BREEZY THIS IS FANTASTIC
I didn’t think I’d find this weather outside of San Diego, but here we are in Manhattan.
Things are also kinda pricey here. But that’s okay because I eat like once a day anyways. Crepes and Japanese food are typically expensive items, so coupled with the Manhattan Markup, I can’t say 10 bucks is too outlandish.
The problem with having your entire life packed into one suitcase, a carryon, and a backpack is that sometimes you need things. And they’re at the bottom of the suitcase. I didn’t think I was going to need actual pants in a New York August, but here we are.
Shorts and Sperrys it is.
Also boatshoes are unsurprisingly bad to walk around Manhattan in. I walked for 5 hours straight last night with my cousin, and while it wasn’t too bad, I must say that running shoes would have been a better choice.
I think the most difficult thing to adjust to really is the time difference. No jetlag, but just talking to people makes for interesting thought trains.
It was nearly 11 AM here and I received a text from Vi saying that she just barely made it to work. It took me a solid minute or three to realize that she didn’t start work at 11, she starts at 8.
Texting Juliann and wondering why she still hadn’t left for pho with a phriend yet even though it was nearing 3 o clock… It’s just little stuff like that. I was talking to Jordan about it and he agreed, saying that it was difficult to talk to friends back home because they’d send a message when it was midnight over here, and he’d be on his way to sleep already. Which makes things difficult for me, since I do a lot of communication and interaction with people on League, and late night chats can’t really happen anymore. It’s a bummer. I suppose once I start school it won’t matter because I’m imagining that I’ll be stayin up pretty late for that stuff. We’ll see.