My Life in Two Pages
Posted 10/30/09 at 12:24 AM by DeeNogger
On September 10th I turned 24 years of age. Twenty-four years and nine months before that, my parents had sex and I was conceived. I spent the first part of my life adjusting to the world around me and biting my older brother. I evolved, with time, to learn how to crawl, walk, talk, make doody in the toilet, and cope with my emotions. I learned that crying when I dont get what I want is an inappropriate response. I learned that some things in life will always be closed to me and some things in life will always be available; and its the later that are most important.
I made friends. I learned the value of money. I explored the world around me and worked with my parents. I learned the value of a college education. I learned how to count. I learned how to multiply, add and subtract. I did my best to learn how to divide, but quickly learned that inverse-multiplication is easier. I raised ducks, I made a snow man out of paper, cotton balls and paste. I ate the paste. I threw up the paste. I had accidents, cuts, bruises, slips and falls. I liked a girl, I pulled a girl's hair.
I made new friends. I became awkward around girls and grew taller, wider, then taller some more. I learned how to say "Bonjour" and "Hola" and learned how to spell neither. I failed spanish, I passed spanish, I got a C spanish 2 and gave up on spanish 3. I got good grades, I got detentions, I got a suspension! I joined the soccer team, I quit the soccer team. I joined cross country, I got skinny. I threw up again.
I applied to colleges through out the Midwest and got into all of the ones that werent in my home state. My dad was sad. I went to prom with a hot girl. I got a hand job at prom, I ruined a pair of pants at prom. I went to state track, I did not get to run at state track. I passed my AP tests, I graduated and I asked the girl of my dreams out as we walked to receive our diploma. She said no.
My world ended. I went to college. My world was reborn. I had a terrible roommate. I joined a shitty major. I learned how to code. Pointers, variables, C, C#, C++, assembly, floating point, int, double, long, double long, and for loops. I got bad grades and hated life. I played video games instead of going to class. I played video games instead of running. I played video games instead of drinking, partying and having sex. I gained weight.
One day, in the fall semester of 2006, I woke up feeling like hell. I had just spent the week avoiding classes, neglecting school work and hating life. The only things I did that brought me any feeling of accomplishment was wow related. The night before I had stayed up long hours after the raid talking with a fellow officer about all things wow and life. He told me about when he was in college that he had gone in not knowing what to do and was swept up into being pre med. For several years he worked through the course work but always felt it wasnt his calling, wasnt what he wanted to be. Finally he decided that it was time to change, that he was wasting his time and he wasnt going to one day want to be a doctor. “Do what makes you happy” he said. As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I knew it was time for a change.
New major. New attitude. New schedule, new classes, new (better!) grades. I lost weight. I played video games less. A lot less. I met a girl. I had sex with the girl. I got dumped by the girl. I took calc III and IV. I learned how to balance an equation. I learned how to titrate, distill, rotovap, recrystallize, dissolve, and crash products out of solution. I took Organic chemistry, Physical Chemistry, Inorganic Chemistry, Analytical chemistry. I did research. E. Coli, HIV, cells, proteins, FPHairpin, N70, FP, Hairpin. I got a job, I made money, I met good girls, hot girls, bad girls, and all three in one.
I decided to pursue grad school. I took the GRE, the Chemistry GRE. I asked for letters of recommendation, I got letters of recommendation. I worked hard, I worked long. I did research. I got published. I asked for advice from professors. I asked for advice from students, TA's and family. I talked with admission offices, I talked with financial aide offices. I wrote my personal statement.
I have worked hard. I have made mistakes, failed, fucked up and destroyed lab work. I have done my best to learn and learn enthusiastically. I have been stressed, I have been happy.
Most importantly, I have learned that writing things down always makes me feel better.
I made friends. I learned the value of money. I explored the world around me and worked with my parents. I learned the value of a college education. I learned how to count. I learned how to multiply, add and subtract. I did my best to learn how to divide, but quickly learned that inverse-multiplication is easier. I raised ducks, I made a snow man out of paper, cotton balls and paste. I ate the paste. I threw up the paste. I had accidents, cuts, bruises, slips and falls. I liked a girl, I pulled a girl's hair.
I made new friends. I became awkward around girls and grew taller, wider, then taller some more. I learned how to say "Bonjour" and "Hola" and learned how to spell neither. I failed spanish, I passed spanish, I got a C spanish 2 and gave up on spanish 3. I got good grades, I got detentions, I got a suspension! I joined the soccer team, I quit the soccer team. I joined cross country, I got skinny. I threw up again.
I applied to colleges through out the Midwest and got into all of the ones that werent in my home state. My dad was sad. I went to prom with a hot girl. I got a hand job at prom, I ruined a pair of pants at prom. I went to state track, I did not get to run at state track. I passed my AP tests, I graduated and I asked the girl of my dreams out as we walked to receive our diploma. She said no.
My world ended. I went to college. My world was reborn. I had a terrible roommate. I joined a shitty major. I learned how to code. Pointers, variables, C, C#, C++, assembly, floating point, int, double, long, double long, and for loops. I got bad grades and hated life. I played video games instead of going to class. I played video games instead of running. I played video games instead of drinking, partying and having sex. I gained weight.
One day, in the fall semester of 2006, I woke up feeling like hell. I had just spent the week avoiding classes, neglecting school work and hating life. The only things I did that brought me any feeling of accomplishment was wow related. The night before I had stayed up long hours after the raid talking with a fellow officer about all things wow and life. He told me about when he was in college that he had gone in not knowing what to do and was swept up into being pre med. For several years he worked through the course work but always felt it wasnt his calling, wasnt what he wanted to be. Finally he decided that it was time to change, that he was wasting his time and he wasnt going to one day want to be a doctor. “Do what makes you happy” he said. As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I knew it was time for a change.
New major. New attitude. New schedule, new classes, new (better!) grades. I lost weight. I played video games less. A lot less. I met a girl. I had sex with the girl. I got dumped by the girl. I took calc III and IV. I learned how to balance an equation. I learned how to titrate, distill, rotovap, recrystallize, dissolve, and crash products out of solution. I took Organic chemistry, Physical Chemistry, Inorganic Chemistry, Analytical chemistry. I did research. E. Coli, HIV, cells, proteins, FPHairpin, N70, FP, Hairpin. I got a job, I made money, I met good girls, hot girls, bad girls, and all three in one.
I decided to pursue grad school. I took the GRE, the Chemistry GRE. I asked for letters of recommendation, I got letters of recommendation. I worked hard, I worked long. I did research. I got published. I asked for advice from professors. I asked for advice from students, TA's and family. I talked with admission offices, I talked with financial aide offices. I wrote my personal statement.
I have worked hard. I have made mistakes, failed, fucked up and destroyed lab work. I have done my best to learn and learn enthusiastically. I have been stressed, I have been happy.
Most importantly, I have learned that writing things down always makes me feel better.
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Love it Tagster. Keep that head up!
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I like how you learned the value of a college education before you learned how to count.
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Quote:
I had a terrible roommate.
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Welcome back, we missed you.
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Thanks for the blog, it is great. Good job on the spelling, the only errors were contractions and you wrote "officers" as "offices" in the 2nd last paragraph.
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itis important to take personal inventory once in awhile.
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Writing is therapeutic
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I love you Taggy, please write more blogs
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Very good.
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You suck at spelling, but you're fucking magical when it comes to stringing words together.
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That was fucking good m8!!!
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