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random thought of the day

theres a moment when its noon going on afternoon and the weather is cold and drizzly, i get that feeling like im eight again, sitting in my wood paneled room on that small pink sofa. i'd sit curled up in the orange darkness of my room, turn on the tan bedside lamp (which i still have), and start reading #47 of the boxcar children book series. i'd get through about 3-4 books a day if uninterrupted. but usually, my mother would come in, flip on the fluorescent light and make me practice my handwriting. or my chinese. or my math. but never my reading.

of course next to my desk in that small room, i had a bookshelf full of books. most of which were my dad's dusty, thick, old computer books: sql server, javascript, c++ ...the list goes on. they were books that were thick and had his name written in black, permanent block print on the side. books whose titles i didn't understand but whose names were ingrained in my memory forever from hours of zoning off into space and staring at their colorful spines. at eight, i was pretty certain that my dad read nothing else except for these gigantic books. i had cracked one open once out of curiosity. it was written in some sort of code. something only fathers could understand.

sometimes i'd go rummaging in that bookshelf, sticking my fingers between the books to see if anything secret had been hidden there. once, i found something. it was an old copy of Killing Mr. Griffin by Lois Duncan. there were underlined sentences, notes written in chinese shorthand in the corners, dogeared pages. i had to ask my dad about this one. this title wasn't hard to understand. this title, i had ingrained in my mind forever.

the mind of an eight year old wanders at amazing speed. within an hour of perspiring over my chinese homework, i had forgotten about the book. i had even lost the book. but since i had forgotten about it, i wasn't too worried about finding it. a couple weeks later, i discovered it under my pink sofa. over dinner, my dad told me he once had to read it for a book report in one of his classes. maybe when i grow up, he said, i can do a book report on it too. maybe when i grow up, he said, i could explain to him what the book was about. while english was quickly becoming my first language, it was slowing becoming his second.

that night i decided to read the book. i decided that i was already grown up. however, it was too difficult and too boring and i quickly switched to #78 of the boxcar children book series. i felt guilty because i had let my father down. i only finished one book that day.

when i was eleven, my family moved to a new home. many of our things were left behind and my dad had gotten rid of most of his old computer books. what a shame, i had told him, to throw away all those secret pages. he laughed and told me not to worry, those books are updated every second. it wasn't cool to own an outdated copy. i guess, i said. and packed up my boxcar children book set.

when i was twelve, i found it again. Killing Mr. Griffin by Lois Duncan. this time i sat down and read it all. the next day i was at the library, checking out every single lois duncan book from the shelf in the YA section. over the next few days, i devoured the pages at amazing speed.

that year in 7th grade english, i chose to do my book report on Killing Mr. Griffin. i got an A.

wow like this is random.

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Sure SIGNS

Sign that you are a bio nerd about to go nuts:

you see a bike rack on campus and immediately, the loop of henle pops into your head.

Sign that you may still have a chance:

it still takes you several seconds to dissociate arthropods from aardvarks (like arthur)...a sure sign that you will not get into optometry school.

Sign that you are a science major who has had one too many math courses:

you hate it when stupid people (aka, your phys121 professor who is a psycho) pronounce cos like the first syllable of coaster. you hate it even more when morons running rampant all over the campus pronounce sin the way its written in the bible. then you go and pronounce pronunciation with an 'ou' because afterall, that has nothing to do with math and it sounds better that way.

Sign that you are a nerd in general:

you tell people to walk the hypothenuse. because it just makes sense.

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