UCSD Fixed Fam Fridays at Four.
The growth of this group has meant everything to me these past 3 years. I won’t dwindle on the past or the future, the present is awesome. Good to know people like Mike are there for the group, hungry to take on new things and push limits. Keep coming out UCSD
The First “Weekly”. Remember the simple things UCSD, ride fixed.
make your parents proud, they’ve probably done more than you think to help you get where you are. Appreciate.
In 2 years, so much has changed. Yet so much has remained the same. Always a viking.
[insert witty nerdy comment here]
damn hormones. There wasn’t a regular sized baby carrot in the entire bag.
There’s something different about the grass I walked by this morning… I could have sworn the grass was green yesterday.
I want to say I figured out a new bomb way to own hole-punching… but it still needs some work.
It wasn’t the best weather this morning, as usual in La Jolla, and I knew it was going to be long… of course, it starts out as other days do–with frozen blueberries, brown sugar, and a bowl of oatmeal.
I need to make this quick before I forget about it… Today was one of the better days. I overheard some students my age on the bus ride home, who were just starting pharm school. One of them I guess got into a program after graduating early, so she gave up her Senior year at UCSD to go to pursue her career. The people you run into on the bus, and the stories you overhear–the diversity isn’t what you expect, it’s way more. It’s pretty amazing. Witnessing her circumstances and struggles so far was pretty eye opening. She had wished she stayed for a 4th year, but I have to admit–when the opportunity presents itself, be ready to go for it. The real eye opener is that she was just a year older than me. Sure, she’d only be a senior, but we’re that close. It’s a little comforting to know that she is still pushing through though. Comforting to know that she made it through, and experiences struggles too–seeing that she was just in my footsteps just a few months ago.
I was coming out of Saltman Quarterly meeting, and was catching up with my friend who had recently taken the DATs, she’s my year, and like others–told me everything will be alright. Hearing this from someone who had just gone through what I’ve been going through for the past month and a few is comforting. Knowing she made it out alright and has confidence in me is comforting. She reminded me basically of all the other things I’d heard from others already–that things are probably a lot harder than they may be, but don’t get discouraged. It’s comforting to be reminded to be optimistic–it reminds me that I’m really working harder than I think I am, and my expectations actually are achievable.
This followed a long day at school, I didn’t exactly start out the day I wanted to–since I wanted to be out a little earlier than I actually got out. I actually like my Biochem Discussion, and the structure the TA is giving us seems like it will work well. Going to section and enjoying it is comforting. Realizing your pencil is out of the “dark” lead, and finding yourself using “lighter” based lead is not fun, but finding a new pen that you love writing with is comforting to taking notes. I enjoy the topics and find myself reading more than I have to. Things have been going well Week 1. Things are just working up though.
I had a good lunch with some friends from the summer, and it was nice to relax a bit while on campus–and not have to be in a public lounge or the library. I was reminded all too well of the “quality” of on campus food, but I’m sure once in a while shouldn’t be too bad. It was good, and of course–I found myself some awesome new pens that I can’t get enough of during class–thanks Friend! You’re pretty comforting as well–since I guess that’s the theme of today. Stay comfortable.
I thought it was pretty crazy how I end up the last one on the bus by the time it gets to UTC… Living-out-of-campus Life.
Labs
Was just typing up some notes I took down from last week when I came across this, after a bit of touching up–
-”What have you devoted your life to so far?–How you decide to respond to this statement is powerful. It tells people a lot about your current self, your past self, and what you plan to do in the future with yourself.”
I have no idea why the sticker is shaped that way. Food Day USA. October 24, 2011–how are you going to celebrate?
smashing text. Easy Access, easy steal.
Outback with the 4412 family, then out to Rockies Frozen Yogurt. The Cookies and Cream with Fudge Brownies was on the spot, money frozen yogurt. Ditch the non-fat fruity-tootie-froyo-berry stuff and head to Rockies–they know how it’s done. ~2.50 for a “CHILD” size was plenty for me after a late lunch and quick dinner. Definitely a hit-up spot for the future… now, if only they had one closer to La Jolla.
Cookies and Cream/Fudge Brownies top and bottom.
Irish Cream
When leaving the bike at home and walking to school, I find myself: reviewing notes more, and taking pictures more. It’s a nice reboot to the daily hustle of fighting traffic from the bike lane and side streets.
Things I’ve heard on library walk during my lunch today:
“Not only are you a (blank), you’re a (blank) devil. Look at yourself, does that make you happy? Good.”
“You can catch a car with duct tape. The wonders of duct tape.”
“Orbitals.”
Wheels
I’m not exactly sure on the last one. 1×3 but no derailleur. I have no idea how he got the rear cassette to stay fixed. I’m pretty sure I started out that way too. I remember how hyped I was in high school, out in my garage, working on my bike with my conversion. I just got back from Santa Cruz–back then, the one of the only places that sold fixed wheels was in Santa Cruz, with the wheelset. I slipped them onto my conversion and the dropouts were too skinny–I ended up sanding down the drop outs so the axel slip in. So many other things went wrong that night. So many things against what I had imagined were involved with building a fixed gear bike. I was hungry to ride, that’s what it was. I just hope these kids’ hunger never dies. You have to start somewhere, no matter where–never stop. Always grow.
I like this
This, not so much–but I guess it’ll be interesting to see it go up when it’s done.
Never. Beat the rush, always practice patience. I admire those who live their lives patiently and methodically. My mom once told me, in reference to my Chem Lab–”Be like daddy-slow, calm, and methodical.” I always try my best to take advice and knowledge to heart and not for granted. Trust in someone else’s knowledge doesn’t come cheap these days, and we can all benefit from another person’s perspective.
Back to my pants. I was getting off the bus and–
People always–ask why I roll my pant leg up. Well, hopefully the picture is worth more than my words.
