Sometimes in Berkeley...

After my early morning meeting with Terry and the majority of the day spent in my office swatting ladybugs, I walked home to find a completely nude guy(?) posing a la Paris Hilton in really nice heels and a cute purse in the middle of the street. Yeah, it didn't faze me much; I passed him and crossed the street to where everyone at Strada was staring at him. Though I must say, that guy had a very beautiful body and would make a decent female whenever he happened to feel like it.

Reason #7 to not sleep in office

It's ladybug season.

happy!

iTunes playcount = 83 since yesterday

If I Ever Feel Better ~ Phoenix

They say an end can be a start
Feels like I've been buried yet I'm still alive
It's like a bad day that never ends
I feel the chaos around me
A thing I don't try to deny
I'd better learn to accept that
There are things in my life that I can't control
They say love ain't nothing but a sore
I don't even know what love is
Too many tears have had to fall
Don't you know I'm so tired of it all
I have known terror dizzy spells
Finding out the secrets words won't tell
Whatever it is it can't be named
There's a part of my world that' s fading away
You know I don't want to be clever
To be brilliant or superior
True like ice, true like fire
Now I know that a breeze can blow me away
Now I know there's much more dignity
In defeat than in the brightest victory
I'm losing my balance on the tight rope
Tell me please, tell me please, tell me
please...If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it's all over I'll let you know
Hang on to the good days
I can lean on my friends
They help me going through hard times
But I'm feeding the enemy
I'm in league with the foe
Blame me for what's happening
I can't try, I can't try, I can't try...
No one knows the hard times I went through
If happiness came I miss the call
The stormy days ain't over
I've tried and lost know I think that I pay the cost
Now I've watched all my castles fall
They were made of dust, after all
Someday all this mess will make me laugh
I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait...
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it's all over I'll let you know
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it's all over I'll let you know
It's like somebody took my place
I ain't even playing my own game
The rules have changed well I didn't know
There are things in my life I can't control
I feel the chaos around me
A thing I don't try to deny
I'd better learn to accept that
There's a part of my life that will go away
Dark is the night, cold is the ground
In the circular solitude of my heart
As one who strives a hill to climb
I am sure I'll come through I don't know how
They say an end can be a start
Feels like I've been buried yet I'm still alive
I'm losing my balance on the tight rope
Tell me please, tell me please, tell me please...
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it's all over I'll let you know
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it's all over I'll let you know
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it's all over I'll let you know

Treadmill
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new time
1 mile = 7:53 minutes

previous record
1 mile = 8:00 minutes (7.5 mph uniform)
1 mile = 8:08 minutes
1 mile = 8:32 minutes

happy 24th birthday floey!

10:30am
Quickie market in the food court at Hearst

Owner : "It's too early for ice cream."
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It's not like I was drinking before noon.

I'm ALMOST confused...

Four of my friends have the exact same template on blogger!

Stolen from Floey's friend Siv:

- Hot Sauce -

I was speaking with my cousin the other day about relationships, and I told him a little theory of mine. I said that with guys, they tend to like girls faster. What I mean is that if a guy walks down the street and sees a hot, cute, sexy, beautiful, or pretty girl he will be smitten. Attractions occur, and somewhere in his mind he will be thinking and wishing for things. All guys are like that, and if one says he is not, then he is only thinking about it more. If the guy ends up talking with the girl, where they may or may not hit it off, he becomes excited (no pun intended) about possibilities. The girl, on the other hand, (and I bet you my car) will only see him as a friend. I don’t know what it is with girls, but they sure love to have a lot of friends. In their perfect world, they would have a guy for every task possible. All girls would have a team of guys to help them get through the day. But all is not lost for guys either because girls tend to have one guy on her mind at all times. This guy is usually the old boyfriend or the current love interest, and somehow all other guys in the vicinity are blocked off. For guys, if he is not married or single, all girls are fair game; hence, why we are all dogs; although, some have better control than others, but that is another story.



A guy can still woo a girl if he has what I now call a “Siracha Moment”. This moment is basically when you do or say something that propels you into her accepting block. Everything that had happened prior to this moment no longer counts; unless you two already had a relationship then it doesn’t really matter. A similar scene is that from Jerry Maguire where Tom Cruise rushes into the house and gives a heart warming plea to his wife and before the end she interjects by saying “you had me at hello”. My friend had a similar story, which I am going to share. She was eating brunch with her friends and was hoping for this Siracha hot sauce, but the restaurant did not have it because, well, I don’t really know why other than they are retarded for not having it. So her friend stands up and says he is going out to buy some smokes. He returned, shortly later, and told her that he was about to walk into the other restaurant to ask for some Siracha hot sauce, but felt it was weird, and so he retreated. My friend was taken aback by his temerity to get her the sauce, and it left her impressed. When they later became a couple she told him that he had her at “Siracha”. I, personally, thought that was a cute story. However, I do admit I would not have thought of something like that. I said if there was a store nearby I would have gone in and bought it for you, but of course that is all in hindsight after what she told me.



When a girl likes and loves a guy, it is serious. I understand her being cautious because there are a lot of guys out there who will try to take advantage, and girls are more vulnerable by nature. They receive the short end of the stick more times than not. Guys are lucky because we cannot get pregnant, and some use that as leverage. I just find it funny that a guy could shower many lavish gifts or write pages of love letters to her, but it is not enough because in the end she only wants something simple like a, I like you, I love you, or in this case a bottle of siracha. I guess the girls were paying attention to detail because the guys were too focused to not realize her simple message.



I have tasted the bitterness of not realizing the simple messages many times. It still irks me to this day that I had it in my hands, but I let it slip away. I know I cannot go out there and work on a “Siracha Moment” because that is not going to happen. Best to let these things come naturally and impulsively. For me, one of my Siracha moments came when the girl said something witty that just left me speechless. I mean, she actually stumped and left me in chagrin, but of course, I would refrain from telling her because it would have ruined the moment. I only wonder now if I have impressed a girl to a point where she would say she had a Siracha Moment with me. I need to have a Siracha Moment.

Thanks to Floey, I've wasted 3 minutes and 35 seconds of my life this morning. If you would like to also, click here.

Now you may ask, why did you even watch all the way to the end? Well, I must have surely enjoyed hearing that song again, but no, my mind actually tried to justify analyzing it to its finale because I had a feeling that the other roommate with the back to the camera would turn around and give it even more dramatic flair. But alas...

Today one of my students kept looking at me and smiling. What's up with that?

Though this reminds me of myself. I did that so often, my TAs would call on me because they thought I had a question. But in this case, I keep wondering if I have chalk all over my face. Do my students recognize me for the dork that I really am? I think usually if a female student smiles at me, I'm okay with it; it's a nice feeling, but when a male student does that, it weirds me out. For some reason I expect the guys to either have a "I know it all and what the heck are you saying" face or "I really don't care" or their face down on the table napping...

The more I have to do the less I want to do them... I try to escape reality.

I wonder how I would have turned out if my older bro were here. He'd be 27... Maybe he'd have paved the way for me in so many aspects that I haven't struggled through successfully yet. I've gotten used to grad school, but I'm still in wonder at how or why I'm here. None of my extended family has ever gone to graduate school; the highest education I knew of before I went to UCLA was one uncle who got a B.S. from USC. Since my parents lost opportunity for schooling at age 13, I remember explaining to them how high school worked, and then how undergrad worked and now how a PhD program works when I don't even know it so well myself... Is this where my love for schooling comes from? Trying to get something my parents didn't have the chance to?


Eh... I'm gonna go to sleep where I can get away from this world for a few hours. Hopefully I don't have any of those weird dreams/nightmares where my whole life is completely disorganized, or I'm pregnant, or those laundry detergent boxes are chasing me through a parking lot...

Because of an All-American Rejects music video, I stumbled upon a pretty interesting site (http://postsecret.blogspot.com/) where people send in their secrets on postcards. Most of it is great art. The secrets, though... some are just silly and some are very troubled. I was trying to find the one that said "I wish I were a popular idiot than a lonely genius." (Not that I'm popular or an idiot or lonely or a genius...)

But anyways, this one is funny because now I can do that too instead of reading them books in my bedroom alone. haha...

Things come & go. Seasons change. People grow.

How are things ever supposed to remain constant when you can't guarantee they would? Some things that I thought I would feel for a long time are completely different now. This makes me distrust my present state of mind, wondering if I am going to make stupid decisions based on them. It is a bit scary to think what would have happened if I actually acted on certain things, but now also sadly prevents many things that can be a good thing.

"Courage is simply the willingness to be afraid and act anyway."
Dr. Robert Anthony

I needs me some of that...



(oh my goodness... just saw on TV a couple of 10 year olds whose halloween costumes are paris hilton and nicole ritchie, what has the world come to?)

Random pic of the day : June 11, 2002 : A page of notes from Math 171 (Stochastic Processes) with Professor Holroyd

Random pic of the day : October 14, 2005 : Irma's pink bubbly jacket

Random pic of the day : March 7, 2004 : One of the really nice lounges at UCSF Mission Bay campus (two days before Berkeley visit)

Random pic of the day : August 20, 2003 : Where I worked at the City of Hope

Random pic of the day : The Xbox that I got for Calvin two years ago but had to return later cuz he didn't want it.

Listening to my station on Yahoo Launch and up came all these songs that I hadn't heard in awhile but reminded me of high school years:

Jennifer Paige - Crush
Meredith Brooks - Bitch
Blackstreet - No Diggity
The Cardigans - Lovefool

Not that it brought back any good memories...just felt a bit of my younger self

As I hugged my pillow last night, I recalled Shankar saying

"Did you know that pillows have a dozen different kinds of fungus?"

Argh, I refuse to conform my blog according to other people. If this be lame, then let it be! Who asked ya to expect anything other than that? If I feel like spending a lot of time constructing witty remarks on inane parts of life, then I'll do it, if I don't, who cares? And what if I feel like writing about my boring day? Then I'll do that too. That's all I got! My boring days! =P



Edit:

Thus, now I will tell you about my day:

First I woke up.

And then I ate some oatmeal and an apple and an orange.

And then I walked to campus.

And then I got some cash from the ATM.

And then I bought a birthday card from the Cal Store.

And then I attempted to do research in my office.

And then I walked to the Bear's Lair to get lunch.

And then I happily walked back to Evans.

And then I did some work. But mostly I was distracted by many trivial things.

And then I heard noises. It was Irma and Erick!

And then we tried to work.

And then I went outside for a walk in this gorgeous day. So beautiful it made you glad of life.

And then I heard more noises. It was Dave!

And then he left.

And then I went home. But ten minutes later I was back at Evans.

And then we three went to BART.

And then we and other friends went to Fruitvale.

And then I got to eat huaraches for the first time. Yes, good stuff.

And then Irma gave me good advice. Yes, I will think about it.

And then I went home. And showered.

And then I watched some TV. While trying to do research.

And now I'm typing this really lame entry while listening to Gavin Degraw - Follow Through, wondering why I listen to so many songs that don't apply to me.

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Yes, it was a good day. Though technically it's tomorrow. Damn!

To risk sounding like Pollyanna, I'd just like to say, "One good thing about being stuck in my office on a Saturday is the beautiful view and weather. I feel happiness inside and I'm not sure why I do."

Treadmill
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Calories : 362
Miles : 2.99
Time : 30.00

So this time was an experiment to see if I could guess-timate the constant speed I'd have to go to get exactly 3.00 miles in exactly 30.00 minutes, given that the last five minutes is a cool-down period where it starts at 4.5 mph for the first minute and decreases in 0.5 increments each minute all the way down to 2.5 mph for the last minute. This cool-down period results in only a distance of 0.29 in 5 minutes, which means I need to run 2.71 miles in 25 minutes. I thought 6.5 mph would do the trick, however I was wrong and now I'm off by 0.01, though I'm pretty sure that if I had gone for a few more seconds, it'd have turned to 3.00 since I saw it was 2.71 right after cool-down started.

Anyways, these mentally lame calculations are the only way to keep me motivated in actually going faster and/or longer.

So... at least I know that a constant 6.6 mph will result in at least 3.00 miles in 30.00 minutes; however now the problem is if and how much it will overshoot the 3.00 and if so, in what increments do I need to slow down to be able to get 3.00 ultimately?

Some UCLA undergrad found me on Bruinwalk and asked me about cybernetics major.

Back then, "What's your major" elicited "Wow, how cool!" and "What IS that?" and "You do AI!?!"

Now, "What's your major" elicits frowns and "I'm sorry" and "That was so boring when I took it". And my favorite, "What's so hard about a PhD in stats? All you do is average stuff." Technically everything in stats is averages and variances, but still... I'd like to think I learned more than what Stat 2 students can do : "sum all the values and divide by the number of values that you have".

After my office hours ran over time again:

My student : "Don't you live in Evans?"




(Sigh... yes, yes I do...)

Uh, what?

My ex-roomie Kristen and I went to eat lunch together today. (I just realized that I can still talk about Kristen since she hasn't found my blog and probably won't, but man, since a whole part of my Berkeley group is reading my blog, I can't talk shit about them anymore right? =) ) hehe...

ANYWAYS, back to my story:

We walked to one of the restaurants in the Bear's Lair to get some food. Kristen orders a sandwich and a cup of water. I order a pita and ask for a cup of water.

Me : Can I have a cup of water too?
Lady at register : No, we don't give out water because of regulations.
Me : [point to Kristen's cup of water] But you just gave her water.
Lady : Yeah, I don't know why [guy who works there] gave her water, it's against the rules.
Me : What rules?
Lady : Health department, the water is contaminated and we aren't allowed to give out water.
Me : Okay... [I stare at Kristen's cup of water, imagining what kind of bugs are in that]
......
Kristen : It's okay, you can share my cup of water.
Me : Um, no thanks, I'll be fine.

I'm still going, "What the heck??"

It's okay, I thoroughly enjoyed my $1 cup of horchata from the place next door.

Song request : Who's got Nelly - Luven Me?

Treadmill
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Calories : 420
Miles : 3.54
Time : 40.00

The time kind of sucks since I haven't worked out in 3 weeks. I wanted to try to make it an even 4 miles but a freshie girl was pointed out the "Please use for only 30 min. if others are waiting." sign at my 34.5th minute.

Anyhoo, did some pushups in my courtyard and life is good again. =) The night and the warm wind just made it perfect.

Currently playing : Groove Theory - Tell Me

Random pic of the day : June 20, 2004 : Inverted Fountain at UCLA, aka the Toilet

Random pic of the day : June 20, 2004 : Beginning of UCLA Math Department Graduation in the quad 

I'm a goldfish.

Which is why I never buy ice cream in supermarkets; I'd end up eating more than one serving at a time...

Which is why I can't save anything for later...

Which is why I can't figure when I'm full and I should stop...

Which is why I'm on an almond overdose at the moment...


Am I just eating because I'm bored? I should really stop but replace it with what?

Maze and Dinner in Fremont
Pictures!!

Last night a group of us stats nerds went down to Fremont to have some fun getting lost at night in a cornfield maze (http://www.cornfieldmaze.com/sites.php?ID=&username=cafremont) I've never tried such a thing before and now that I've done it, that's probably enough for this lifetime.

David, Richard and Trinh drove 12 of us: Alan, Daisy, Dave, David, Erick, Irma, Ivan, Jing, Moorea, Richard, Trinh and me. We started as one group in the maze where we got lost for a bit but after we actually decided to start answering the clues, it was pretty easy to go the right direction. We lost Purdy early on, or perhaps he deliberately ditched us to go have some fun on his own. I get the feeling he had more fun than all of us. Goodness knows how many kids were freaked by the Purdymunster.

Due to some short term memory by some of us, we got scared twice by the same stupid monster because we forgot we were at the same place a few seconds ago where some guy in a mask jumped out and screamed. Other than that, it actually was not scary at all; most of the time we were say hey, what's up to the guys standing with the masks on, though there was one guy I was afraid to pass, only reason being that he was a huge guy. Whatever happened to an unsaid rule about not physically touching your customers in a maze? I dun't know, anyhow, Trinh got freaked out because she wasn't supposed to pick the corn. So when she ran into a "ghost", it started going after her to put the corn down, but she didn't understand and started to whack it with her corn. Hahaha....

Anyways, getting out didn't take that long; it was just so nice being outside with friends in the cornfield with the moon out. Dave even got to execute his plan of saying in his best black girl accent, "Oh no you didan't!! to the next monster that tried to scare him. His pic with it though is disturbing in the way they both look alike.

Dinner was at Bombay Garden. Indian buffet... where we waited a long time for a large table that we never got... where Richard broke a fancy schmancy wooden chair... where Dave and I may have drunk cleaning fluid from the ice cream machine... where I watched a lot of Indian people dancing to Pretty Woman on the small dance floor with disco ball. The food was way too spicy for my liking, and I guess I'm just not that big a fan of Indian food. Most of the dishes I couldn't tell what was inside unless I ran the labels.

But overall, I had a lot of fun. It's always nice to hang out with so many cool and interesting people. Ain't that what grad skool is for?
 

After some thought, I realized that I would very much like a _____________________ to do my cooking, laundry, grocery shopping, and other miscellaneous things to make my life a bit more doable.

a) maid
b) boyfriend
c) robot
d) undergrad
e) roommate

Yeah, yeah, it's just a passing thought. Go grad skool!

Random pic of the day : October 19, 2002 : Working on the weekends for the Nelson lab, taking care of my cells (glioblastoma tumor cell lines)

Random pic of the day: November 25, 2002 : Chris displaying his "talent" with lab gloves

Random pic of the day : Feb 17, 2003 : Daddy and Calvin

I was waiting at 9:30pm outside for the night shuttle to come and take me home. (I've been at my office late many times this week, so tired...) Anyhoo, a song somehow popped in my head as I was waiting all alone in middle of the cold dark campus. I have no idea why that was stuck, I hadn't heard it in weeks.

Young Jeezy featuring Akon - Soul Survivor

[Akon]
Convict
Akon and Young Jeezy
Tryin' to take it easy
Only way to go
And So... (Lets Get It!)

[Chorus - Akon]
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop now
Cause I'm a rida (Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor (Yeah)

Cause er'body know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped now
If you a rida (Yeah)
Or just a Soul Survivor (Yeah)

[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy]
(Let's get it) I can't sleep--we livin' in Hell (Yeah)
First they, give us the work then they throw us in jail (Ayy)
Road trip ya--I'm trafficing in the white
Please Lord don't let me go to jail tonight (Yeah)
Who Me?? I'm a Soul Survivor
Ask about 'em in the street, the boy Jeezy a rida (Jeezy a rida)
A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks (Ha Ha)
Fuck the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks (Ayy)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Young Jeezy]
Another day, another dolla (dolla)-same block, same nigga, same part, same green
I guess we got the same dreams (Ayy)
Or is it the same nightmares (nightmares)
We let the Thugs do it for us--we don't cry tears (That's right)
Real niggaz don't budge
When Mail Man got his time he shot birds at the judge (Yeah)
I'm knee deep in the game
So when it's time to read up, I'm knee deep in the 'caine (Damn)
Real talk, Look, I'm tellin' you mayne (tellin' you mayne)
If you get jammed up don't mention my name
Forgive me Lord--I know I ain't livin' right
Gotta feed the block, niggaz starvin', they got appitites (Ayy)
And this is er'day, it never gets old (Old)
Thought I was a juvenile stuck to the G-Code (Yeah)
This ain't a rap song, nigga this is my life (this is my life)
And if the hood was a battlefield then I'd earn stripes (Yeah)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Young Jeezy]
Gotta watch your every move 'cuz them eyes be on you
(eyes be on you)
Gotta drive real cool when them pi's be on you (pi's be on you)
Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous (ball outrageous)
Them alphabet boards gotta us under survalence (Ayy)
(Lock Downs) They lock us in cages
The same nigga that's a star when you put 'em on stages
I ain't cheat--played the hand I was dealt
Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself
(Let's Get It) No nuts, no glory (no glory)
My biography, you damn right, the true story (Yeah)
Set the city on fire, and I didn't even try (try)
Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die (Ayy)

[Bridge - Akon]
Cause if you lookin' for me you you can find me
On the block disobeyin' the law
Real G--thoroughbred from the streets
Pants saggin' with my gun in my draws
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now

[Chorus x2]

Conscious or unconscious action?

Today I gave my sections another quiz. I passed the quiz out face down to everyone and then asked if everyone had a quiz. Immediately after I told them that they could start, the guy who cheated last time comes up to me and says that I didn't give him a quiz. Did I really forget to give him a quiz or was it something else?

As soon as I got off BART in downtown Berkeley, I saw the 51 bus at the stop. So apparently another girl way ahead of me and I both decided to make a mad dash for it. For half a block, I ran as fast as I could right after her, while one passerby yelled out, "HELP! SHE'S GOT MY WALLET!!"

Random pic of the day : Getty Center, Sept 22, 2002

Random pic of the day : A page from my game theory midterm, February 29, 2004

I'm watching Numb3rs (great show by the way) and I see UCLA!! I miss the campus so much; it really is nicer than Berkeley.

The prof talked about the field of cybernetics briefly during the last lecture of Stat 241 (statistical learning theory), and I realized I'm a poor example of a cybernetics major. Though I have a bachelors degree in it, what do I really know? Everyone thinks I'm into robots!! Hell no... I still say I have no idea what my major was even after 5 years. Oh wells, the only thing is that it sounds cool right?? =)

I'm trying to figure out the level of laziness that I have. Would I be less lazy if I wasn't in graduate school or more? I really can't tell. Crap, writing this stupid entry is laziness, I gotta get to work...

My friend Kathy told me something (possibly a rumor, but who cares) today, and I wasn't upset at all! I do think I'm beginning to be free, and I feel better. Of course, I think I've been really naive and stupid before, but that's okay, I don't take any of it back.

(It's amazing what some people are thinking inside and if you knew, it'd blow you away)

random song of mine that started playing on iTunes, haven't heard it in awhile :
really good song

Always
Erasure

Open your eyes, I see
Your eyes are open
Wear no disguise for me
Come into the open

When it's cold (When it's cold) outside (outside)
Am I here in vain?
Hold on to the night
There will be no shame

Always, I wanna be with you
And make believe with you
And live in harmony, harmony oh love
(Always) I wanna be with you
And make believe with you
And live in harmony, harmony oh love
(Always)

Melting the ice for me
Jump into the ocean
Hold back the tide, I see
Your love in motion

When it's cold (When it's cold) outside (outside)
Am I here in vain?
Hold on to the night
There will be no shame

Always, I wanna be with you
And make believe with you (Always)
And live in harmony, harmony oh love
(Always) I wanna be with you (Always)
And make believe with you (Always)
And live in harmony, harmony oh love
(Always)

When it's cold (When it's cold) outside (outside)
Am I here in vain?
Hold on to the night (When it's cold in the night)
(Where the new love grows) There will be no shame (no shame)

Always, I wanna be with you
And make believe with you
And live in harmony, harmony oh love (the leaves are falling down)
(Always) I wanna be with you
And make believe with you
And live in harmony, harmony oh love
(Always) I wanna be with you
And make believe with you
And live in harmony, harmony oh love (all the leaves are falling down
(Always) I wanna be with you
And make believe with you
And live in harmony, harmony oh love
(Always) I wanna be with you
And make believe with you
And live in harmony, harmony oh love (all the leaves are falling down)
(Always) I wanna be with you

Random pic of the day: View of Kerckhoff Hall from Nicolas' office; sometime last year...

Random pic of the day: "The Love Boat" ; 512 Veteran Ave, Los Angeles; my very first apartment; February 18, 2002

Random pic of the day: Mass spec; May 1, 2002; oh my... that was some horrible stuff I had to go through...

Random pic of the day : Floey's Tofu March 26, 2003; may he rest in peace...

crap, he emailed me again, now i really feel bad for him, i'd think he knew why he has to talk to the prof but he keeps rambling on about why this is so and how he's all worried and stuff... darnit darnit darnit!

man! why do I feel bad when one of my students may or may not have cheated? i gotta be stronger.

so i told the prof and she told me to give her his original quiz and tell him to talk to her, which is what i did

i did my best to not insinuate that he cheated or do anything like that in front of his classmates

in class i just told him to talk to me after class and after class, i told him to talk to the professor

but he kept asking me why?? darnit, either he really didn't cheat or he's dumb enough to think he got away with it

and now i get another email from him about what he got on his quiz

once again, my stance is "TALK TO THE PROFESSOR!"

of course i didn't yell at him like that, i'm always nice and professional

so why do i feel bad?

i'm so glad the professor is handling this

i did the right thing right?

bound to happen sometime...

I was grading my students' quizzes til 2am on Friday night. I'm sure you all probably had a much more fun Friday night than I had. Anyhoo, I got to one guy's quiz and noticed that his answers were similar to the quiz version that he DIDN'T have. That's right I made two different versions of the quiz, and these students knew there were two different versions. So, the dilemma here is:

1) I could just ignore it and save me some trouble, since he got a very low grade on it anyways.

2) I could report him to the professor and see what I'd be required to do.

What did I do?



I reported him to the prof, dammit! How can you be so stupid as to copy off a quiz that wasn't even your version?!? Cheating ain't fair to the students who still got a low grade but didn't cheat off others. Also, I did think perhaps it was a coincidence that his answers were similar, but then dude, this is a stats class and I'm a stats phd student. You'd think I knew approximately what the chances are that this guy could magically guess the answers to the other version, highly unlikely...

So, prof hasn't emailed me back. I don't know what's gonna happen yet, but that guy ain't getting his quiz back tomorrow for sure. This sucks though, I wanted to trust all of my students... =(