This morning’s programming was at the Smithsonian museum of National History. Ms. T., my academic program advisor, had arranged for her students to meet to visit the Decoding the Genome exhibit (I’d already been, and thought it was a bit disappointing overall). As it turns out, the event was optional. The semester students showed up because Ms. T.’s email about it’s optional status only went out to the quarter students... the semester students showed up instead. Oops.
After the other students had walked through the exhibit with a cursory glance, Ms. T. and I walked slowly through several exhibits, discussing the Genome exhibit as well as a number of other things. It was a really lovely experience to be able to spend so much one-on-one time with her. As my granddad says, "She's good people."
Afterwards, we parted and I rode the train to work. The Russian intern and I left during the afternoon to take a break and grab a cup of tea (no, really—and it was great. He introduced me to Pret a Manger, which is just another one of the many French-style coffee/tea shops that litter the DC sidewalks). Then we went back and I dug back into my research. I’m beginning to feel like I’m hitting a brick wall with this stuff. Perhaps another discussion with my supervisor about the direction I’m taking with it is in order to make sure I’m focusing on the right areas…
Phew. The humidity is becoming more and more oppressive as the brief coolness from July 4th weekend creeps away.
Something interesting I found out today is that the Pandora app on my Android keeps playing on the metro train even with the even though you lose connection between underground stations. I imagine it must load the song pretty quickly while it does have signal. Wearing earbuds is a survival tactic that I’ve picked up over the past few weeks… people don't stop you for signatures when they think you can't hear.
I was going to go to a research orientation at the library of congress this evening, but Roommate #2 decided not to go. Not feeling like going alone, I made dinner and worked on a quick project for one of my family's companies back home.
Something that is perhaps a bit scary is that I signed up to audition for a commencement speaking role/video presentation next week. Eeeek?!
After the other students had walked through the exhibit with a cursory glance, Ms. T. and I walked slowly through several exhibits, discussing the Genome exhibit as well as a number of other things. It was a really lovely experience to be able to spend so much one-on-one time with her. As my granddad says, "She's good people."
Afterwards, we parted and I rode the train to work. The Russian intern and I left during the afternoon to take a break and grab a cup of tea (no, really—and it was great. He introduced me to Pret a Manger, which is just another one of the many French-style coffee/tea shops that litter the DC sidewalks). Then we went back and I dug back into my research. I’m beginning to feel like I’m hitting a brick wall with this stuff. Perhaps another discussion with my supervisor about the direction I’m taking with it is in order to make sure I’m focusing on the right areas…
Phew. The humidity is becoming more and more oppressive as the brief coolness from July 4th weekend creeps away.
Something interesting I found out today is that the Pandora app on my Android keeps playing on the metro train even with the even though you lose connection between underground stations. I imagine it must load the song pretty quickly while it does have signal. Wearing earbuds is a survival tactic that I’ve picked up over the past few weeks… people don't stop you for signatures when they think you can't hear.
I was going to go to a research orientation at the library of congress this evening, but Roommate #2 decided not to go. Not feeling like going alone, I made dinner and worked on a quick project for one of my family's companies back home.
Something that is perhaps a bit scary is that I signed up to audition for a commencement speaking role/video presentation next week. Eeeek?!
Blessings,
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