Lonely Summer

Every morning as soon as I get out of my car, I look forward to darting back into it eight hours later and driving home. I think about my comfy bed, my desk nook to spend hours on my computer, my yoga mat in the living room, my books next to my lamp. I think about cooking dinner and watching Good Eats with my little brother. I sit in lecture and later in lab, wishing I could be outside doing something else, not that a foggy summer in San Francisco is good for that kind of thing.

PHPCP just isn't like undergrad. There are 20 people in my program, and I'm sure that we'll get to know each other well over the course of the next year. But right now, I'm not here to make friends. I leave for the student center right after class, whip out my laptop from my heavy commuter backpack, and do things like, I don't know, blog. I munch on carrots and cucumbers and dried mangoes and drink coffee (yes, it's been the same everyday for the last week and a half). I have three hours in between lecture and lab, but I don't go home because I don't want to have to find parking twice in the same day. Then I head to lab and do experiments and try to be social with my lab partner. I get antsy around 4pm, and start thinking about all of those things I listed in the first paragraph of this blog. The last half hour is always the hardest to get through, because I'm usually done with the work, but our instructor keeps us there for the full 3 hours. Then I go home, change into comfy clothing, do homework, gchat, read books, and sometimes go on a run if it's not fifty degrees out. Repeat on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Tuesdays, I volunteer at The Hospital. Thursdays, I do nothing. Yes. Nothing.

Eight and a half weeks left.