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People really can be very generous. I ended up talking to one of the pizza servers in the Science Center for a good length of time and ended up giving me a free pizza slice. And then he gave me another becuase the original slice was cold free of charge. Being my paranoid self, I was a little uncomfortable with his asking a few personal questions (age, current residence) but reassuringly enough he's married and has a son my age and did remark that he wasn't trying to be a dirty old man although he does like Asian women (although this could be a reverse psychology trick. Hmmm). He offered to take several friends and me out around Cambridge to all the "hot spots," which was rather nice of him. But I politely declined, saying that my parents were coming to visit and that I would be spending a lot of time with them in the next week, which is true. He was terribly nice about it and said that he understood, that he would be a little worried if someone asked his son something similar. Needless to say I know where I'm going to get lunch more often now.
I had my first journalism class this morning. My instructor seems to be quite knowledgeable about her field but nervous about teaching; she's a former lawyer and investigative reporter for the Boston Herald, so she does seem somewhat nervous about instructing a class of 15. There are four undergrads, one grandmother, and several foreign students from Greece, France, Turkey, China, and Korea. There's also a guy named Charlie who's in this class as well as my behaviorism seminar, so I might try studying/brainstorming articles with him sometime as he's in the dorm across from mine. There's a fair amount of reading to do for the next class as well as a few short writing assignments, which I like. I prefer having to write several short articles rather than doing one long boring one about a topic I'm totally ignorant. Would anyone happen to be a Jerry Garcia fan who'd like to tell me a little more about him so I can write his obituary?
Oh, and the floating molecule by the Science Center staircase is actually a peptide, and the little metallic ball things that I thought represented electrons are actually supposed to be hydrogen atoms.
I had my first journalism class this morning. My instructor seems to be quite knowledgeable about her field but nervous about teaching; she's a former lawyer and investigative reporter for the Boston Herald, so she does seem somewhat nervous about instructing a class of 15. There are four undergrads, one grandmother, and several foreign students from Greece, France, Turkey, China, and Korea. There's also a guy named Charlie who's in this class as well as my behaviorism seminar, so I might try studying/brainstorming articles with him sometime as he's in the dorm across from mine. There's a fair amount of reading to do for the next class as well as a few short writing assignments, which I like. I prefer having to write several short articles rather than doing one long boring one about a topic I'm totally ignorant. Would anyone happen to be a Jerry Garcia fan who'd like to tell me a little more about him so I can write his obituary?
Oh, and the floating molecule by the Science Center staircase is actually a peptide, and the little metallic ball things that I thought represented electrons are actually supposed to be hydrogen atoms.
