Life continues

Hiyo. Life continues here at Olin.

So Monday night I went to bed at 4 am, and I woke up at 8:30 for a 9:15 meeting with a woman in the financial office (I'm the Manager of Finance and Records for SERV, the service organization here, so I needed to learn some stuff about the SERV credit card). I knew I'd be dead tired, and I also knew that I didn't want to be yawning during the meeting. So, being smart, I crawled out of bed, munched on a bagel, and drank a red bull. Then, as I walked over to the meeting, I popped a Japanese soda candy into my mouth (the best candy in the world. And hey, it wakes me up). So the meeting was fine, and I had a few minutes to go down to the dining hall before my only class of the day at 10 am. I ended up just drinking an orange juice to wake me up a bit more, and headed over to class. We were critiquing our panorama photos that were due for homework, and as we moved down the pictures towards mine, I was starting to feel a bit queesy. I was thinking "Wow Chris, if you're actually scared to talk to the class about your photo, that's just sad. Way to go." At that point I hadn't registered the fact that I consumed an explosion for breakfast. I talked about my photo, and we moved on to the next one. Well turns out it wasn't that I was scared or anything, I was just really feeling sick now. So I left the classroom to go chill on the couch outside and hopefully feel a bit better. Well I sat out there for a few minutes and I started to feel a bit better, so I took my chances and went back in. They were still talking about the last photograph, and I took a seat rather than stood with the class because I knew standing wasn't a smart thing to do. Nope, still didn't work, I went back outside for about 30 minutes. In that time, I fell asleep, woke up, and I SWEAR I saw a professor I have peek out from behind a roller white board in a creepy way and throw something in my direction (hey, I was OUT of it). After that I went back in the classroom, now my professor was showing a slideshow of self portraits of famous photographers, and when I looked at one of them where the photographer photoshopped out her eyes and nose and mouth, I just about had it. I went back outside, luckily I felt a bit better, and I decided to go back to my dorm to sleep it off. Slept for a few hours, woke up, felt alllll better. And in the end, I'm glad I did this. I had a rediculously horribly terrible day on Monday, and because I didn't really go to class, it felt like a second weekend for me, which I needed. But for all of you who actually want to go to class, here is a concoction that you should never brew:

• 1 Bagel
• 1 Red Bull
• 3 Japanese Ramune Soda Candies
• 1 Glass of Orange Juice

To be honest I'm a bit tempted to mix them together and watch the explosion. Maybe YouTube it.

So what else. I realized just how rich our school is. For Engineering of Compartment Systems (or better known as Mod Con (Modeling and Control)), we use these pretty crappy and low cost instruments called oscilloscopes. As well as signal generators. An oscilliscope basically reads anything relating to electricity, and displays it on a graph on the screen. Well, I did a bit of research, and each oscilloscope in the room costs about 5 grand (shown to the right). And at about 15 of them in the room, that's a grand total of $45,000 dollars. Now the signal generators are $400 dollars each, but still. That means another $6,000 added to the room. Yeah, I know, that's nothing compared to the half a billion dollars in endowment at Olin, but still. I mean come on, in high school physics, I don't think we used anything over 200 dollars. So not bad.
Oh, and as Manager of Finance and Records for SERV, I'm handling, oh, about 8,000 dollars. Just a bit of a step up from NHS, where I handled...I don't even know. 50? 100?

So yes. Besides that, I'm excited for Season 5 of The Office to start tonight. I learned a bit of improv soloing on a guitar last night from a junior. And oh! Another thing I can write about. So I don't know why, but once every few weeks, theres a few people that cook two rice cookers full of rice, and give it out. And, coincidentally, I love rice. Yay asians. So getting free rice with hurike at 10 pm last night was pretty fun. And cake for my friend Chris' birthday. I have a 1600 word essay due tomorrow, but if I get that done relatively early, I'm definitely going to go for a run and work out. I met a guy on the Babson baseball team and he said I should find out if I can play with them. So I'm giving it a shot, but I need to get in shape first.

Tomorrow night I think I'm going to go to a pub on the Babson campus with a friend. Now you ask, Chris, you're 17. How can you do this? Legally, you can't enter, and you certainly can not drink.

Now here's where I must give credit where credit is due. Needham and Wellesely are both DRY towns. Selling alcohol is illegal. Babson College knew this would suck, so they decided that they'll become their own town and make it legal. So Babson College is legally its own town. And they have a pub which will let anybody in and sell alcohol to anybody. Ok, selling alcohol to everybody is still against the law, but its not like they care. Don't worry, I'm still not drinking. I'm considering having a drink on my birthday, but meh. We'll see.

So there you have it.

Wow, I'm impressed that I actually wrote on this blog again. Not bad...