A Life Less Ordinary

Eventually, this may become a professional blog, at which point I may consider just blowing all this up and starting over. But in the meantime, my professor just told our class that he saw an aborted fetus for the first time the other day. Luckily it wasn’t on the streets (that may be permanently traumatizing) but it was on a pro-life rally poster here in DC. He’s a kooky but fun professor who has literally no concern for where is his body is while lecturing. His shirt often lifts entirely to far up his belly and his hands caress his hair in a sort of crazy-scientist-meets-potential-molester kind of way. Such is the summary of my life back at school: the daily grind of merciless lecturing where more than half the class is consumed by Facebook or their Crackberry’s and all the while I just like to put in my iPod. I didn’t ever use my iPod, but I got comfortable with those little head buds in my ear because they drowned out the constant noise of Hong Kong. Now they just drown out the noise of the Jappy girls at GW (PS: That’s Jewish-American Princess-y girls).

I love being back in this city. We went down to the Lincoln Memorial the other day after stopping by a party that looked like the cast of Jersey Shore had invaded. I swear I saw Snooki. How many bumpits can one person use? I love the quiet in the streets and the shorter buildings without losing the cosmopolitan atmosphere. I can tell the difference because when I was looking for internships in Hong Kong (FAIL!), I’d see where they’re office is and be like “Ugh, it’s such a bitch to get to Fortress Hill,” but here I’m interested in where the offices are because this is my temporary home and exploring is part of our mission as twenty-something year olds. I also like not smelling those horrid stalls that sold dried out hearts of octopus and flattened skin of leeches or other items that probably made an appearance on Bizarre Foods at some point. My apartment is my haven within the city and my Dad was such a blessing for helping as much as he did. I’ve gotten a lot of comments on it, but my friend Melanie was the best because she finally said that room (for the first time since Freshman year) did not look like an office. Whatever, she’s blind.

I decided to write on this blog again because this past Monday, during our second meeting of the Elliott School Undergraduate Scholars Seminar (doesn’t that sound important?) I was reminded of a secondary use for this blog: a research tool. A scholar from last year used a blog to update and share his research as it was ongoing. He was researching the comparative nationalistic movements in Belgium and Scotland (I know, wtf?) and apparently got contacts and comments that helped him meet people that he then used to meet people and add to his paper. It’s a cool, if weird, way of networking. I figure if I like writing that boring stuff on here, it can’t hurt. What will hurt is having people read these posts, so who knows what will happen to them. I’ll probably keep them, because if my posts start to revolve around “The Successes and Failures of Chinese State Owned Enterprises in Cross-Border Mergers & Acquistions as compared to American Private Enterprises,” (My topic title as of yet) I might start to look bionic. So an update: I just got my first 6 books (my first from the library) and they’re smelly but I’ll hopefully ut up thoughts on those books, as well as my other regular musings.

Happy (One day late) Birthday Mom! This one’s for you!