Score for Perfect Attendance!

Well my aggressive plan of attending class paid off! I missed ZERO classes this past semester! And as a result, I finished with my best GPA yet! Woot! I'm way excited... It wasn't just attendance though, I also studied well and made sure to get enough sleep before the tests. It's not like I skipped much before, I think I missed two or three classes last semester, but still, I would miss little information that would show up on the final. In upper level classes, there is no direct penalty for not being in class, however, because so much information is covered in each lecture, it is critical to be there to get it. I knew from older students this would be my most difficult semester, so I made an action plan for success, which included perfect attendance.

So, now... an action plan for all that holiday shopping I haven't started?!?! Yeah, I better get on that.

--Waha

Ahh... Finals!

On a cold winter evening,
After the turkey was eaten.
I sighed to myself,
I was feeling quite beaten.
Finals were approaching so fast.
And I'd hardly begun,
Not enough time in a day,
To get it all done.
I became quite frazzled,
By my mountain of work.
This being a student,
I don't see the perk!

Just when I thought,
That I'd never make it.
My mother reminded me,
It's just how you take it.
One task at a time,
List what to complete.
You'll do great I know,
It's not your defeat.

So I thanked my mom,
And pulled myself together,
I'll survive the finals,
Despite the cold weather.

High School Band

It taught me something:

Be on time, warmed up, and have a good attitude.

I found that no matter how difficult my classes get, or how challenging my research becomes. These things never fail to pull me through.

So, thanks Band.

Rock on,

Waha

ROY G. BIV

In Biomedical Engineering we rarely get to use color; unless of course you count the jumper wires used in the circuits lab or making graphs on MatLab. As a result, my classmate, Pankti, and I were particularly thrilled that we had the opportunity to chose the color pallet for out IPRO project. Last night, we became lost in a world of colors and patterns for a the healthcare center our IPRO is remodeling. It didn't take long for both of us pre-meds to be dreaming about which colors we would chose for our personal offices someday. Unfortunately, our color adventure had to end all too soon, for the sake of other homework. It was a good escape though, and we were accomplishing things for our IPRO.

Waha

Underestimating

To underestimate can lead to excellent results. For instance, if you underestimate your ability to solve differential equations, and therefore, study aggressively during the course, you might find yourself pleasantly surprised to receive the top score in the class.

On the other hand, the act of underestimating can also have detrimental results. For example, if you perform an enormous lab, and work all week on the report, only to realize it's true massiveness during the midnight hour the night before it's due date. Here, because the slope is always slippery, another unfortunate event might occur if you also underestimated the amount of sleep you need, and therefore, fall asleep while your playing your french horn during your lesson.

However, the negative effects of underestimating can be greatly reduced if a very kind person buys you a cup of coffee, as one of the admission councelors did for me this morning.

Electives?

Yep, the power to choose your courses. I always thought this sounded like a great idea, and I would be able to just take whatever I felt like. Truth... it's considerably more difficult than anticipated. I'd have to say this was one of my major misconceptions about college life. I'll start from the beginning. I had this magical idea that I would take some courses I need towards a major, and the rest I'd get to take crazy, random, have nothing to do with my major or requirements classes. Well, the reality is that it doesn't work that way... courses required for your major take up the majority of your schedule, and other courses are usually meeting general education requirements. A few majors offer some free electives, but engineering is pretty strict. Upon this realization, I decided that was really a relief; choosing courses is difficult. However, the trap I've found myself in now is that I have to choose engineering electives. The problem: I want to take them all. I have a desire to know... pretty much everything. It's possible I'm going to attempt to take 6 engineering courses next semester (attempt being the key word). However, I still am going to have to make decisions, and there are sooooo many choices! I know, it seems like a ridiculous predicament to have gotten myself caught up in, but here I am.

Uff Da,

Waha

Strike Force Bowling League

My Bowling Scores from Friday Night:

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9 1
O 9 2
O 1 1 7 O

I'll spare you the details...

If you give a mouse a cookie,

Well, midterms are over. It wasn't pretty, but they're over none the less. The aftermath didn't turn out as well as I was hoping though. I'm particularly bummed about that. I really thought I had it all together, and I was prepared. It's a difficult moment when you study more than you ever have in your entire life, and you obtain the lowest scores of your entire life.

How does that happen?

Wait, I recognize this mechanism:
The harder I study, the more I desire to do well.
The more I desire to do well, the more anxious I become.
The more anxious I become, the less I excel during performance.
The less I excel during performance, the more I focus on why I can't answer questions I know I know the answer too.
The more I focus on what I don't know, then less I show what I do know.

It's the whole if you give a mouse a cookie thing! But not nearly as tasty. Gotta love it when children's books explain your life.

I guess that means my real challenge is getting past my test anxiety, huh? Unfortunately, that's a considerably more difficult task than doing some extra studying...

Uff da,

Waha

Condsider the function f(me)

f(me) exist for all values of me such that, birth < me < death

f(me) is a dependent function with several independent variables including Energy, Health, Sleep, Grades, Relationships, Consumption, Stress Level... amongst others.

And neither Re{f(me)} nor the Im{f(me)} = 0

If one were to take the (Df(me)/DE) from the beginning of midterms to the end of midterms, where E = the energy is a function of time, and D represents the partial derivative, it will approach zero as time approaches the end of midterms.

Implying that the partial with respect to energy will approach zero at an exponentially higher rate over the interval of the start of finals to the end of finals. Such implications cause reason to examine the (Df(me)/DH), where H = health, also, a function of time. Unfortunately, it is known that H varies proportionately to E.

Questions?

Waha.

The Midterm Monster

I faintly recall the stress this cruel monster suppressed me with last semester. In fact, I believe I wrote midterms a fairly detailed letter requesting it never return again. But, then, here I am, once again standing below a cloud of bricks awaiting their fall. It's not that I don't like school, it's that I don't like test and I enjoy sleeping. I greatly enjoy doing the work, and this summer, I had no problem doing independent research, learning new things, working new equations, and presenting my findings to my lab team. Test, however, are not a part of the real working world. The entire concept of tests seems skewed to me... how does putting me under the pressure of a clock with limited work space and zero resources say anything about what I am capable of except my ability to perform in extreme conditions? I'd rather write a paper, or have an oral exam, so I have a chance to explain that I understand the concepts even if I forget the equations. Why do you have to be so cruel midterm monster? And I guess I don't really mind the test concept in comparison to the take four test on completely different subjects in a small time frame concept. What working world situation does that stimulate? Cause I'm not working there! Truth is, I'm tired, but there's a monster in my closet who's not letting me sleep.

Waha

Home Flooded Home

The intersection of the Fox and Illinois Rivers was flooded by this past weekend's rains. Homes and businesses in Ottawa, Utica, LaSalle, Wedron, and several others are under water. Including my grade school, Central Elementary. My hea rt brea ks a little to think about it. On the other hand, a few years back they built a levee around the high school football field, to prevent flood damage to the field. There was and still is a flood wall protecting the building. However, because of this levee, water that otherwise would have covered the sacred grass of the high school football field and the adjacent parking lot, is in people's homes, cars, businesses, and garages.

I'd like to ask:
Is it worth the price?
Is the grass on the football field THAT important?
What is the value of a parking lot? What is the value of a home?
Is a football team less of a football team if their field floods on occasion?
Would practicing in the mud make them worse?
Does the world stop if a small town in the middle of Illinois has to cancel or relocate a football game because of a flood?

I support high school sports, but I don't support putting people's homes at risk for them. So, just as I said when I was at Central Elementary boldly protesting the building of the levee, "LOOSE THE LEVEE!!!"

The local newspaper

That's my rant.

Waha

My Mid-College Crisis (#7)

Once again I've found myself unsure of what I'd like to do with my life. I have this crisis roughly once a semester. However, the reality that I'm going to have to actually decide what to do after I graduate is slowly creeping up on me. Here are the options currently on the table:

Go to Medical School
Go to Biomedical Engineering Grad School
Go to Psychology Grad School
Go to a one year Nursing Clinical program
Get a job in Biomedical Engineering
Get a job in something else
Some combination of 2 or more of the above options

I clearly have a big table, and more options can sometimes make a decision more difficult. The catch to it all is, I need to start preparing now for whatever choice it is I make. If I need to take the GRE or the FE; I'll have to start planning for it.

Uff da,

Waha

Tichli Didn't Write a Spider in the Music

It began as a normal day in wind ensemble... I was sitting vigorously absorbed in Frank Tichli's piece Wild Nights. It was one of those rehearsals when you know that no one practiced over the weekend, and we were all awaiting Dr. Meghini's speech about how our chops need to be exercised regularly. Furthermore, Dr.Meghini had decided it would be a good time to kick the tempo up on the piece. As we fumbled through the 30th measure of what sounded like the morning after a wild night, I noticed a spider the size of half dollar hanging from the ceiling and approaching my music stand rapidly. I stopped breathing and hence, stopped playing, and I slowly slid my chair backwards. The low brass players behind me probably thought this was quite the morning entertainment. An inch above my music stand, the spider stopped, sat there for what felt like an hour, and turned around and headed back towards the ceiling. My heart beat returned and my lungs re-inflated as I made some attempt at finding where we were in the music. However, the ceiling was holding more of my attention than even the best Tichli piece could. And through Meghini's entire speech I assume was about practicing over the weekend, my eyes were fixed on the ceiling searching for my long lost friend.

I guess that's one way to get the blood flowing on a Monday.

Waha

The Weight of My Eyelids

I wonder if you can measure it? How tired one is by the weight of their eyelids? I notice this morning as I woke up for my 7am running group, that I started to feel feverish as I attempted to put my contact lenses into my eyes. I had to sit down as dizziness and nausea set in. I assume this is a direct result of my lack of sleep. I have an issue... I like to talk. I arrived home at 4:30pm yesterday, having a whole evening to complete my organic chemistry homework. I talked to my friend, Hadas, as we watched an old episode of Friends in the living room until dinner time, 5:30. I started a conversation at dinner about what it means to be a good leader until 6:30. I'm not sure where the rest of the night went, but I didn't start my homework until 10:30, and I didn't finish until 1:30. So, when I rose this morning at 6:45... it didn't feel good. It's been that kind of week, every night well under 6 hours of sleep. I just keep thinking about how comfortable my bed is, and how it's waiting for me to crawl in it. I think I can hear it crying across campus now. The dilemma I often face: Is it worth losing sleep and putting my school work at risk to make time for those conversations?

On a completely different note, I took on the role of a leader in my IPRO group! I planned my first agenda on Tuesday (I need to do one for tonight, too). The meeting went well, and we even were done early, which I think made people happy. I don't think I previously understood how difficult it can be to lead a meeting of 14 of my peers. I've been in leadership rolls before, but often leading people who were younger than me. Leading peers is harder than leading 5th and 6th grade Sunday school kids though! These people have lots of ideas about how I should be doing my job, and are much more difficult to demand attention from because they're excited about their ideas for the project. I think this is going to be a leadership roll that will push me to develop new aspects of my leadership skills, and will also challenge me to become a stronger leader than I was before in all aspects of leadership. I like challenges, so I think it will be fun.

Challenging myself to keeping my eyes open all day,

Waha

Please Don't Stop the Music

Madonna got it right. I was leaving band yesterday morning, and I realized that despite my severe sleep deprivation, I was really excited about the long day ahead of me. In fact, I was smiling at 8:30am--hence my state of shock. It then hit me like a bass drum in a John Phillip Sousa, I love making music. Well, I knew that, but I always just thought I liked playing myself. However, what I realized is I have an even more intense enjoyment of that feeling of magic when a whole room of musicians play together, the sensation of being inside of a piece of music. It's a resonance that physics can't describe, and electronics can't recreate (no offense Madonna your electric keyboard won't do it for me, but if it works for you more power to ya). This sensation contains a level of simplicity, human error, and inaccuracy that makes it art and not science. I love to be lost in that art, because no one is trying to explain it, and they couldn't even if they tried. There isn't a mathematical transform that can find the limit of a composition as it approaches passion. I'm sorry Euler, but even using tiny increments the Limit Does NOT Exist! I think that's fabulous. It's like my mini vacation two mornings a week...

Reading Text Books

Yep, that's what I've been up to... reading text books. As a result, I adding improving my reading speed to my list of goals for the semester. All of my assignments thus far have been to read the book. It's a good idea to keep up on the reading for a class, and it wouldn't be much of problem if I only had one class to keep up on. However, I'm take 5 courses, three of which require excessive amounts of reading. I've never been a very good or fast reader, I usually read something at turtle pace, and then forget everything I read in a week. I like reading books for fun, but often times I forget the characters names if I take too long in between reading sessions or if the character doesn't appear very often. I wish they had videos with all the information I needed... I could just sit back and watch, maybe take some notes. It wouldn't seem nearly as tedious, and I'd probably remember more too. Then again, maybe not, I have the same forgetting characters names issue when watching movies too.

I guess I have no choice, I just have to read the textbook. I should start timing myself and see if I can improve my reading speed, that way it might be a little more fun. Or get up and stretch after every paragraph, or practice juggling for 30 seconds, or do some sit-ups, or tell myself I'm an excellent reader and I have an excellent memory. Maybe if I change my attitude I can reduce the pain of receiving a reading assignment?

I've recently come to realize how much of life is dependent on my attitude towards it. I know, duh, right? In the past I haven't really committed to improving my attitude though; I would change what I said, but not how I thought. Recently, I've begun to stop the negative thoughts right in the middle of them, and replace them with more positive ones. It's been challenging to change the way I think. However, I've noticed how it's impacted my outlook and enjoyment of life, and how when other people around me have a bad attitude about anything, it's really draining. In contrast, when I have a good attitude about something, others seem to latch on to it. So, there's the real goal of the semester: to improve my attitude about reading, school, work, the sorority, the boyfriend, family, and myself. Wow, that sounds... corny! Although, corny as it is, that's what I'm holding myself to for the semester.

Open a Book,

Waha

Ready or Not, Here It Comes

Classes have begun and the art of balancing life has once again demanded my attention. Gripping my student planner, I'm trying to figure out how on earth I'm going to manage my time this semester. It's going to be a demanding course load, so I've decided to create an action plan:

1. Write EVERYTHING in the planner.
2. Sit in front row. (forces me to stay awake)
3. Visit all professors office hours once within first month (developing relationships is key)
4. Keep a list of priorities for reference
5. Schedule exercise & fun
6. Use creative study techniques to lighten load
7. Laugh often
8. Enjoy classes, find something interesting about the course
9. Get adequate sleep
10. Take daily multi-vitamin
11. Develop crisis plan for stressful moments
12. Develop reward plan for successful moments
13. Maintain a positive attitude & outlook
14. Just keep dancing
15. If all else fails... call Mom.

It's a good start,

Waha

Project Runway IIT Style

Last night the Project Runway Challenge took over the Kappa house. The girls only event turned into an explosion of creativity with crazy costumes, outrageous makeup, and intense hairstyles. My friend, Karen, planned the event to be as much like the Project Runway reality TV show as possible. When I get a hold of some pictures I'll share them, but here's the breakdown.

5:30pm--Food, come on... what Kappa event wouldn't have food?

6:10pm--All 8 groups received a bag of items to work with, and were instructed to select a model and a commentator

6:30pm--One group member was chosen to select one additional item from the jackpot table. Jackpot table items included a phone cord, a feather boa, a leopard print shower curtain, a velvet scarf, fake flowers, gold animal pins, and one more item I can't remember.

7:00pm--Groups reported to the dining room for hair and makeup

7:30pm--The models hit the runway to show off their wild creations!

7:50pm--Prizes were awarded to teams in each of the following categories: Most Wearable, Most Creative, and Best Overall.

Needless to say, it was reality television, only about 100000^3 better!

Waha

Giant Operations

TASTE of the QUAD

...is a huge event the Monday night after all the new students move in. The Greek Quad is filled with students and food. This year, there was ribs, peanut butter chicken, spicy potatoes, fruit, salad, root beer floats, and ice cream Sundays! Furthermore, there were several large inflatables ranging from "jousting" to "rat race," a Frisbee decorating station, and a giant game of Operation. Yeah, Operation like the board game... but imagine it the size of a pool table. I personally met tons of new students, and did some recruiting from my sorority (Kappa Phi Delta). I'm excited for this incoming class; it seems to be filled with lots of diversity, personality, and smarts. ;)

GOOD LUCK TO ALL NEW STUDENTS!!!

Waha

Is that a brownie sandwich?!?!?

Yesterday was MOVE IN DAY!!! I decided to volunteer to help move students into the dorms for the occasion. I always feel like super woman when I sign up for those things, but that feeling seems to lack presence the day after I accomplish the task. It was a fun day though, and it was topped off at the block party... with a fabulous dessert!


BROWNIE*BROWNIE*BROWNIE*BROWNIE
BROWNIE*BROWNIE*BROWNIE*BROWNIE
BROWNIE*BROWNIE*BROWNIE*BROWNIE
FROSTINGSPRINKLESFROSTINGSPRINKLES
SPRINKLESFROSTINGSPRINKLESFROSTING
FROSTINGSPRINKLESFROSTINGSPRINKLES
SPRINKLESFROSTINGSPRINKLESFROSTING
BROWNIE*BROWNIE*BROWNIE*BROWNIE
BROWNIE*BROWNIE*BROWNIE*BROWNIE
BROWNIE*BROWNIE*BROWNIE*BROWNIE


yum.

Are We There Yet?

With new students arriving on campus today, I begin to remember back to my first day at IIT...

nerves

excitement

longing for my old college

wondering what was in store for me here

getting lost because every building looked the same

not being able to find food wondering to the greek quad

meeting Kappas

touring the sorority house

my roommate telling me all about growing up in India

buying books and t-shirts

getting sweet freebies all the upper classpeople were jealous of

Worrying about classes wondering what organizations to join

*a fabulous feeling of having the world at my finger tips*

it was fun,

Waha

a big sigh of relief

It's over. The test that haunted me all summer is over. It feels... fabulous. So, fabulous I could write a poem...

Like a weight that's lifted,

Like a burden laid down,

Like rising from a ton of bricks,

That smashed me to the ground.

It's good.

Waha

36 Hours

Me vs. the MCAT

"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself" ~FDR

We all remember learning in history about Franklin D. Roosevelt's fireside chats during the great depression. You might also remember learning about the slums on the outskirts of towns titled "Hoovervilles." It almost seems funny now to think of my history book being so willing to teach such a slam on a past president. With the same spirit of America, I'd like to challenge the history books to do it again. Should all American elementary school children be required to learn the new term:

Bushvilles -- A suburban sub-division containing 32 homes: 8 homes are for sale and priced to sell quickly, 10 homes have been foreclosed, 6 homes contain no furniture (although there are plenty of kids toys), and the last 8 homes have two families living in them--the family that bought the house, and the used-to-be neighbors who are now renting because their homes were foreclosed.

I don't think it would be necessary for the numbers to be exact, it's the concept that counts.

And no worries FDR, I have confidence the American people will not hide in fear on election day!

Waha

The Hybrid Bus

I noticed the buses in Ann Arbor, Michigan are hybrid buses... I think that's pretty frickin' sweet, in 90's terms. Apparently, they we're the first city to have them too. Props to Ann Arbor!

Step two: Convince someone important that IIT needs a hybrid bus. (for the shuttle bus that runs to and from Union Station and Olgesby Station)

Loving to Lead

So, I recently filled out an application to be a volunteer at a national youth convention (for high schoolers) through my church...  and well, I'm WAY EXCITED!!!!    I really love big events like this, and it's not even until next summer, and I don't even know if I'll get it.  But, if I do...  it would pretty much be so beyond amazing.  I love having the opportunity to go somewhere I know no one, and experience something new.  I find it soooooo exhilarating.  Even better, I'd be leading discussions, doing crafts, dancing, and maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll get to do a MC-ing (a personal favorite).  I don't even care what they ask me to do, I'll do whatever, I just want to be there helping and meeting people.  

On a less positive note: I'm finding myself quite discouraged by my MCAT study prep.  It's overwhelming.  There is so much to know, and I want so badly to do well.  I know I just have to dig deep, because confidence will pull me through.  However, the more I practice, the more I realize, I don't remember any of this!  It's not a very fun way to spend my summer nights...  

Back to the up beat though--wow, I'm bouncing all over today.  My big research news:

MY PUMP WORKS!!!

My control loop is closed, and I'm off to the ice cream shop now!  I find the maximizing the program part of programming to be my favorite, so I'm way excited about that, not to mention that I can now say I've achieved something this summer!  I think I'll ride that high through my MCAT studying tonight...  ;)

Peace,

Waha

Oh, and I'm aware how I failed English in this post, but I don't care today.  

Happy Belated 232nd Birthday America

Even long weekends seem to disappear quickly... and, no surprise, my accomplishments of the weekend were not what I actually needed to accomplish.

I attempted to attend the fireworks downtown, but we didn't get there in time. So, we missed them. It was a little sad considering it was quite a fight to get there with the crazy crowd.

My sidekick, Karen, and I made a bbq extravaganza for the fourth:
Hot Dogs
Hamburgers
Broccoli Slaw
Veggie Pizza
Fruit Salad
Cupcakes
Lemon Cake (with strawberries and blueberries making an American flag on top!)


Karen, Ross, Samuel, and I painted the kitchen of the Kappa house an electric green. Seriously bringing the kitchen to a higher potential. Although, that might be the potential for the other girls in the house to complain.

I took yet another practice MCAT. (a little improvement, but I've got a long way to go)

Studying for the MCAT needs to pretty much take over my life from now to the test day. Just a few more weeks left! Ahhhhhh!!!!!! I'm getting nervous...

Peace,

Waha

PS. After strenuous working on Monday, my code has been resuscitated with little to no injury!

Speaking Visual Basic for Applications

I've chosen VBA has my programming language for my syringe pump program (I'm writing it for my summer research project for the summer).  I'm having a little bit of a challenge though...  I'm working in Excel, but Excel does not excel.  It's 

-----S-L-O-W-----

It's getting rather frustrating, but I'm hesitant to change languages so late in the game.  I think I'm gonna stick with it, I already have communication established with the pump.  The difficulty of establishing that in another language could put me too behind on time.  So, slow as it is... I'll continue programming in VBA.  

Feeling the need for speed,

Waha  

Maybe Coconuts Aren't Thrifty

Many Can't Always Thrive
Money Counts Anyone's Thorns
Multiply Chrome And Think
Monday's Come Across Trendy

I've clearly been studying VERY hard for the MCAT...

Who did you drive home tonight?

My program code (for my summer research project) started rocking the house today!  I was on the hott tamale train, making my closed loop seamless and as beautiful as computer interface can be.    

After a successful day and a race to beat the storm home, I headed out for a sushi dinner at my favorite restaurant OSEY.  It was DELICIOUS!!!  

Then things started to head 

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                                                                               relationship issues to say the least.  

Before I could get too worked up my sister called (it's amazing how they have such good timing!).  

When I got home I realized... Marshall, my little brother, left me the sweetest voice message saying how much he missed me. 

My friend, Karen, also had sent me a text asking how my day was because she didn't get to see me after work.  

And because ice cream is nothing without whipped cream, there's the part where I missed my best friend's (from home) 21st birthday party & forgot to send a facebook message, a text, or make a phone call.  So, I sent a belated text, and she replied "No worries, I understand." 

Does it get any better?  

Even when I have a hott tamale train falling off a cliff for a night...  there are some stellar people to pick me up and give me a ride home and buy me ice cream!

Who did you drive home tonight? 

Waha

Errr... Is this REALLY the ER?

I've had the opportunity to shadow my mentor, Dr. Beiser, in the Emergency Room a few times this past week. As expected, it's not like the T.V. show! I was surprised at how calm the doctors stay while working in the critical moments. It's an art to say the least...

While not in the ER, I've been busy in the lab. I've got a plan for my syringe pump program. However, it's going to be tough one. I find computer programming pretty intuitive, but I'm not sure if I know enough to develop this software. Also, there is the challenge (which is the challenge of all biomedical engineering) of making the computer and machine work with a living being. We'll see, it's going to be an adventure.

This research has also been an opportunity to attend lab meetings, code review, and medical research lecture. I'm just trying to soak all the information in, and get the most out of it!

Maintaining a balance,

Waha

Un-Scandanavian Midsummer

This past Sunday, my parents and brother drove in and my sister and boyfriend came too! We celebrated fathers day and headed to Andersonville's Midsummer. Although Midsummer in Andersonville was a stupendous street fair, it was missing the Scandinavian elements I connect with the Swedish Midsummer Holiday:

maypole dancing
flower crowns
painting dala horses
strawberries and ice cream

What was cool about the street fair:

Guitar Students Rocking Out


The Different Vendors


The Non-Swedish Dancers





But I think my favorite part was when we left and went to a particular favorite of mine...


It was a good day!

Waha

Exploring Summer Chicago

Last weekend I ventured out to the Printer's Row Book Fair.  I found a book for my dad for father's day (have you gotten your dad something?).  I was able to talk to the author and he signed my dad's book!  There were tons of books about everything you could imagine.  I could have spend hours there lost in books...

This coming weekend, I venturing to Andersonville for the Midsummer Festival!  I'm way excited, because midsummer is a Swedish tradition!!!!!  I used to love going to midsummer in Rockford, Il growing up.  I particularly remember making flower crowns, strawberries and ice cream, and painting Dala horses.  

Kirsten, my Kappa sister, just made RICE CRISPY TREATS!!!!  She's my hero...  

Waha

8 transformed to 12

Introduction:

Brenden, another IIT student working in the same lab, and I decided we would bike to University of Chicago for work today.

Methods:

1. Aquire bike
2. Ride bike to UofC
3. Lock bike
4. Go to work
5. Unlock bike
6. Ride home

Hypothesis:

We thought the ride would be roughly 4 miles in each direction.

Results:

To our unpleasent surprise... it was accually a 6 mile ride in each direction.

And, I can hardly move my thighs.

Discussion:

The ride is tangable, but I'm going to need to get myself in shape. I live on the 3rd floor of my sorority house--it's been a long night. I particularly happy to be sitting down right now.

Conclusion:

Transforming numbers has never been so painful. Furthermore, I'll be in great shape at the end of the summer.


~Waha

[Inside the closet]

stage 1: tearing down the existing wood

...and discovering fire damage.


stage 2: Wash & Spackle that!

Oh wait, there's two doors to this closet...

Did I mention my emotions about 12ft ceiling?



stage 3: going green is in style, so we thought we'd get in with the trend


You'd never know there was fire damage here!!


stage 4: installing the shelves--in progress

__________________________________
[sometimes going home is like hiding in a closet]


Waha

Painting, Packing, and Preparing

So we finally painted the closet this morning!!!  Hopefully, I'll have the finished pictures tomorrow to post.  I'm excited for this project to be over! 

I'm also attempting to assemble what I need to bring back to school for the summer.  I hope I can persuade my parents to buy me some food to bring back.  I need to figure out what bike I'm taking back and find a lock too.  

It's gonna be a crazy next 48 hours...  

Waha

Crimson and White We're Marching Onward...

The opening line to my high school's song, Pep, rang through my head as I was unwillingly awoken by the band's practice run through my neighborhood Monday morning.  The hs band always marches through the east side of town before heading out on their Memorial Day parade route, and well... it's hard to sleep through those base drums.  

I'm home for the week!  Besides being woken up earlier than expected, I'm helping my mom redo our front closet.  I'll have pictures to follow on this project when we're finished.  It's been an extravaganza! 

I've also been helping my little brother study for his finals... I've tried to teach him some of my mad study skills such as, cramming with style for maximum performance, vitamin water, getting a good night sleep, and the classic sparknotes.  However, in my research of effective study methods I/my mom's friend Linda have discovered a new amazing tool:

www.quizlet.com

Here, you enter the information your studying (extra practice right there), and then it produces little quizzes, games, and even flashcards (you can print them too!).  It's so functional! 

Okay, so I'm a nerd, I think new study tools are exciting...  

Anyway, on a completely different note, National Tap Dance Day was spectacular!  My sister and I sat eyes wide and jaws on the floor for the whole show.  I was in awe of how fast they could move their feet, and get all the correct sounds in.  There was also one man from Spain who performed a sand dance; I was sceptical at first, but it turned out to be really cool.  He spread the sand out on a board and danced in it wearing a soft shoe.  The sand made several different sounds against the board.  Surprisingly Impressive!  

And the Japanese party was a blast; I'm going to miss Samantha this summer though! 

Uff da, 

Waha

sAMaNtHa iS GoINg To jApAN!?!*%#$!

One of my best friends from growing up is going to Japan this summer! She'll be working at a camp for kids of military families for 13 weeks! I'm excited for her, but I'm sad I won't get to see her much this summer. Normally, the summers are the time we are able to catch up and hang out. She is a student at University of Iowa; so, it's difficult to find time to travel there during the school year. The good part of it all is we're having a party tomorrow night before she leaves! I've been asked to wear my best Japanese clothing, unfortunately, I don't have any. Well, that's a lie... I have one thing. My fourth grade dance recital was to a Japanese song, and I still have the hot pink outfit and silver sequined hat. I might see if it still fits. (this isn't my photo, but I thought it was fun)

The story gets funnier... So, my boyfriend, Sam, last fall was scared to try sushi when we went out to a sushi restaurant for a friends birthday. He tried it though, and he sorta liked it. Since then, I've convinced him we should go out for sushi a couple more times. He likes it more and more. When I told him the party for Samantha was Japanese themed (appropriately), the first thing out of his mouth was, "Will there be sushi?!" I told him no, and he continued, "Can we get sushi before we go?" I had to explain there was no sushi place in my hometown, Ottawa, Illinois. He proceeded to insist that we stop on our way to Ottawa in anther town where he's pretty sure there's a sushi place. It's likely we will being as I'm also quite fond of sushi. However, I found this all particularly entertaining coming from the boy that didn't even want to try the stuff a less than a year ago.

It should be a fun party. All three of my close friends, Samantha, Brianne, and Sarah will be there. We always have a good time together. There is also a number of other friends coming, too. I'm then spending the whole week at home before I come back and start my research job. I enjoy going home; I miss my family when I'm away for too long. I also miss the peacefulness of my small town. Everything moves a lot slower there, but there's no sushi.

Peace,

Waha

Sizzling Summer Studies

The BIG news of the week:

I have a summer research position!

I'll be a in the Emergency Medicine Department at University of Chicago working in a lab where they are researching cardiac arrest. I'll be working on designing a control system to control the internal pressure in a mouse while its blood is tested during different stages of cardiac arrest. It's very competitive to get into a research position there, I'll be one of twelve students, most of which are graduate students too! I'm getting a little nervous though, because I hope I can do the quality of work they are looking for, and I'll be leaving the security of the UG Admission office. It's going to be an intense summer. Part of the research program is also working with the team and doing article reviews with the other students. I'm hoping that this will help my critical reading skills, and that I'll be a cardiac arrest pro by the end of the summer. In my spare time... I'll be making phone calls for Admission, and studying for the MCAT. Yep, the dreaded test date is Aug. 5, 2008. It's worth it though, I just have to keep my eye on the goal, medical school.

Basically, in lyric form...

Looking forward to a busy summer,

New experiences,

Anything but bummer.

Research, phone calls, and the MCAT,

Maybe I should exercise?

So I don't get fat.

Med-school, med-school, focusing in,

I'm willing to work hard,

Getting in equals win.

So now you think I'm really lame,

No worries though,

Poetry isn't my claim...

Uff da,

Waha

The Beat is in Your Feet, but the Art is in Your Heart

My tap teacher, Ms. Patty, gave us a cute sheet with that saying on it one of our first days of tap class. I started tap dancing when I was five at Gray School of Dance. I stopped when I left for college thirteen years later. However, recently I received my 98.7wfmt Fine Arts Circle newsletter; for $35 a year I'm a member of this local broadcasting club. The newsletter is filled with different discounts and information about Chicago area fine arts events. This month's included an advertisement for National Tap Dance Day! I'm ecstatic! I called right away I bought my sister and I tickets, two for the price of one thanks to my discount, to the National Tap Dance Day performance and pre-show tap class. We're attending this Thursday night, and we're looking for a place to take tap classes this summer. She also tap danced for a number of years.

If your interested in the tap dance scene in Chicago, check out the Chicago Human Rhythm website at

www.chicagotap.org

Tap that.

Waha

3 down, 4 to go

I've successfully completed all my work for 3 of 7 of my classes. I have my two most demanding finals back-to-back on Monday. Then, I have one project to finish and one paper. Ugh, I just don't like all the pressure of finals. I've set a high standard for myself this semester, and meeting my grade goals isn't going to be easy. Study, study, study, so much for fun on the weekend...

Waha

Bill Nye THE Science Guy

"Dare I say it... change the world"

The words of Bill Nye touched the students at IIT as young children and again this past Tuesday night as college students. I've never seen so many IIT students in one place! The show started at 8pm, and when I arrived at 7:15pm there was already almost 600 students standing in line trying to get a seat for Bill Nye's presentation at IIT. And, it was worth the wait! Nye scientifically explained the current global situation in a not dumbed down way (I like that he knew his audience). Personally, he re-light that love for scientific exploration which had begun dwindling with the approaching stress of finals. It was so cool to see a childhood favorite still educating and still loving science. Even more amazing was seeing the IIT community pumped up about a campus event! The buzz around campus for the entire week before was, "Are you going to see Bill Nye?" "Just skip class, it's BILL NYE!" It was a good motivation booster before finals.

You can change the world!

Waha

I Melted My Op-Amp.

I'm taking a circuits lab this semester, and it's gone well for the most part. However, I had my final yesterday, and I melted the amp during my lab final. There was sizzling and smoke, the whole nine yards like out of a bad movie named "My Worst Nightmear." I'm rather upset about it, because I'm normally really good at circuits lab. I even enjoy and understand circuits lab for the most part. I still don't know what I did wrong...

:(

waha

it wasn't this exact amp, it was a LM 741, but none the less...

Where in the World?

A Greek Week tradition at IIT is the Dance Off... I made up the Kappa Phi Delta dance this year! Here it is:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fHmI3-hP9jQ

Our theame was Kappa Police Department, hence the music.

It's nice warm weather, but my face hurts!

Allergies.
Make me miserable.
Make my face and head hurt.
The pressure just keeps building up.
Too tired to get any homework done.
Can't pay attention in class.
So if I dont pass
Blame my
Allergies.

I Should Have Started Planning Sooner.

Summer plans, I'd love to say that I plan on spending the summer just working in admissions and exploring Chicago like I did last summer. However, I need to get some hospital exposure, and start studying for the MCAT. I'm contimplating taking it at the end of the summer. I'm planning on working in admissions, volunteering at a hospital, and studying for the MCAT. So, that free time to explore Chicago and run along the lake...just went out the window. If I would have started planning sooner, I could have gotten myself a medical research job a few hours a week or even an internship at a hospital. Not that it would allow for extra time, but it would look better on the medical school application. I always get bogged down by the idea of having to aquire 2-3 recommendations and write an essay about why I want to do the research...it just never happens on time. Oh well, It should be fun to volunteer, right? And you never know what kind of oppertunities will present themselves...

Waha

End of Semester Craziness

I think everyday from now until the end of finals is packed. Academics are getting more intense, Sorority events are happening every weekend, and not to mention I have a job. Its scary to look at my calender.

Survival Tactics:

a. Clone oneself--my duplicate can do the homework and take the test, I'll do the fun stuff.
b. Give up Sleep--Not really necessary anyway, right?
c. Massive Time Management--cut out the fun, insert work in empty slots
d. By the Power of Disney--Magic always does the trick.

Unfortunately, it will probably be some combination of b&c. Uff Da!

Waha

Ps. I'm open to suggestions of how to pull this off if there are any ideas...

Manic Mondays

That first day back after break...

Do I need to say more than that? You all understand. Easter is my favorite holiday; I went to church twice for it. I could just keep singing Christ Has Risen forever. None the less, its over, and I'm back at school. The goal for the second half of the semester is to stay positive. I'm hoping to reduce stress a little by practicing speaking positivily and thinking postivily. Maybe if I keep my thoughts up, I can keep stress down. I think telling more jokes could also contribute posititvity.

Why was Moses lost in the desert for 40 years?

Because even then men wouldn't stop and ask for directions.

Smile,

Waha

2nd Place

"Whatever women do they must do twice as well as men to be thought half as good."
~Charlotte Whitton 1963

In March 17, 2008 issue of Newsweek, Anna Quindlen wrote a compelling aritical titled Still Stuck in Second. What I found significant here, was that the arguement was done so well. Quindlen is smooth and not push, makes one aware, but doesn't push an opinion. I thought it deserved mention. So... Koodos Anna Quindlen on a job well done. She also used the above quote, which I much agree with and enjoyed.

Waha

Ah, Spring Break...

I did nothing productive this weekend. It felt amazing. It's Spring Break! I'm still at school though, but no classes, just work so it doesn't seem that bad. My brain was in need of the break! Its amazing how a little break can make one feel so refreshed! Homework usually takes up all of my weekend, so it's a rare occassion to have a break. In fact, I should have done homework this past weekend. Oh well... I almost care.

Almost Doesn't Count,

Waha

The Break Up

Dear Midterms,

Me and you are over! I'm sorry to let you down so harshly, but lets face it, we weren't enjoying each others company anymore. I'm not ready to be in that kind of demanding relationship. You judge me rather harshly; I just don't want to fail you. Don't take it personally, It's me not you. That's a lie, its all your fault; your exhausting. Maybe we could just be friends... or not. Let's just go on spring break, and we'll see where things are at after that.

Not missing you,

Waha

Score More

QALY, n. A quality-adjusted life year; a unit used, esp. in cost-benefit analysis, in the prediction of both quality and duration of life after medical or surgical treatment. (Oxford English Dictionary)

As an avid scrabble player, I was particularly enthused about this December 2007 addition to the Oxford English Dictionary. A fundamental key to the game of scrabble is knowing the words that have a q not followed by a u. A personal favorite is the QI combination, which can be done in several places so that it happens twice...doubling the points! Additionally, if you can land the q on a triple letter score, and use it twice its a whopping 62 points!

Score More.

Waha

Ps. The spell checker on blogger did not recognise QALY or QI... so behind the times.

What does it mean to be American?

I'm taking a make-you-think-about-life-and-difficult-questions poetry class this semester. We began by reading several epic poems from European authors. I found them rather boring. Now, we've begun early American poetry, a stark contrast from the epic era. I found the most interesting part to be the attitude towards the United States, and the ideas the authors have about what it means to be American. Walt Witman particular has a well shaped idea. He perceives the American as creative, innovative, not a follower but still common man (I'll forgive him for not including women because of the culture at that time). I was floored by this as it is not the way I perceive Americans today at all.

What does it mean to be American?

The plot thickens as the foreign students in the class room were either in complete accord or complete laughter when hearing Witman's preceptions. When I suggested that our culture no longer has those qualities, the Indian student next to me started an extensive debate. It was a moment that encouraged me to take a step back and re-evaluate my opinions. So now I face the challenge of defining what it means to be American, a word I rarely associate with myself despite the fact that I've lived here my whole life.

Thinking...

Waha

Midterms are approaching...

I haven't written in a while, but my boss is late, so I decided I would do so again. It's gray and rainy out. I normally love the rain, but it's been such a gray winter that I'm craving the sunshine. I think everyone else is too! The semester has just been dragging on and on. Nothing too exciting. I have lots of tests next week, which I'm not looking forward to.

When its gray like this I like to wear bright obnoxious colors to brighten things up. Today that was turquiose rain boots and a turquiose dress. I also carried by hott pink bag. I love it when people can't help but smile at me when they see my loud colors. It makes it not seem so gray.

"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift." ~Eleanor Roosevelt (she's my rolemodel)

Peace,

Waha