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In elementary school, there was this small dialog in our text book:
"How does spring arrive? Does he take a car, or he walks?" asked the kid.
"When flowers blossom, and the birds sing, you know he's here." answered the mom.
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When 80% of girls are in skirts, and .5% of guys are wearing (almost) nothing, you know it's summer. So I guess it's really summer now.
On the first day of summer (declared by me, apparently), I broke the electrode of the micropipette holder. It's not something that my PI will kill me upon (it's worth 36USD -- about 3 Chirashis from Toraya), but if the order does not arrive tomorrow, I will have a *very* free memorial day weekend, and my time towards graduating will be delayed for 3 days. Of course, I did not want to stick around to suffer from the complexion of guilt/sadness/happiness -- I enjoyed a walk home, made some fried eggs and immerse myself in the Rhenish Symphony, one of the most popular pieces by Robert Schumann -- he wrote it before he was terminal ill, which can be attributed to Mercury poisoning.
Time for a bike ride back to the lab -- I think I have like 20 mice to dissect tonight -- probably not going to make it before the sun sets, but hopefully before the moon does so!
"How does spring arrive? Does he take a car, or he walks?" asked the kid.
"When flowers blossom, and the birds sing, you know he's here." answered the mom.
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When 80% of girls are in skirts, and .5% of guys are wearing (almost) nothing, you know it's summer. So I guess it's really summer now.
On the first day of summer (declared by me, apparently), I broke the electrode of the micropipette holder. It's not something that my PI will kill me upon (it's worth 36USD -- about 3 Chirashis from Toraya), but if the order does not arrive tomorrow, I will have a *very* free memorial day weekend, and my time towards graduating will be delayed for 3 days. Of course, I did not want to stick around to suffer from the complexion of guilt/sadness/happiness -- I enjoyed a walk home, made some fried eggs and immerse myself in the Rhenish Symphony, one of the most popular pieces by Robert Schumann -- he wrote it before he was terminal ill, which can be attributed to Mercury poisoning.
Time for a bike ride back to the lab -- I think I have like 20 mice to dissect tonight -- probably not going to make it before the sun sets, but hopefully before the moon does so!
