day 2

wow day 2 was way different from day 1. it was very similar to my old master's year experience. i didn't even drink! how strange. i went to this morning seminar to shop it and i really dont thnk i'm going to take it because as much as i love the super dorky indian professor i really don't like cognitive psych so that's that. then i bummed around the school of ed and the psych departent with Sujatha, my indian classmate who is obsessed with my hair. She said i was the mexican version of her indian childhood friend and that she felt thatshe had known me forever. We went to the psych building for free printing and then realized that the class that we have tomorrow actually had a really huge reading assigment. Like freaking 300 pages of reading! so ridiculous! The professor is the crazy lesbian with the crazy jewlery and she was all liek "i want us to discuss!" but the exclamation was not one of excitement it was more scary and "we will discuss whether you like it or not!" so then i strted reading about motivation which is not as interesting as you all might imagine. it's actually quite intuitive and boring

Then we had a ed psych "party." this is when you know you are a psych nerd. It was the students and professors and we are really small department so we're pretty tight. Anyways all the pforessors are bff and they make psych/ed jokes all the time and t he dorky indian professor who does cognitive psych brought a cognitive card game called "sets" and made us play and we were all like "um where is the alcohol" cuz seriously. but ok she's cute and i sitll like her. Anyways this is what psych nerds do for fun! we play cognitively motivating games that promote thinking. yeah! then i shot the shit wiht jamaal and fernando and they told me that contraty to what our department chair said we actually should not take 4 classes. Thank god. Granted at stanford i used to take like 5 classes, do my own research, and have 2 campus jobs but i tel you, that relaly sucked and i wouldn't wish it on anyone. And then Kai, oir other professor, this nice little german man who took his wife's last name when they married, told us that we didn't have to take 4 classes. i love kai.
how can you not love this man! this is his professional umich departmental picture. I think i see another academic crush coming on.

Anyways i went home at like 4 only to find that our internet was down and all the readings i had to do were conveniently located online. as much as i love the idea of not having to pay for coarse readers there is also something nice about not having to read off of a computer or print 50000 pages of readings. i don't know, don't you guys agree. this whole move toward online text reading is cool but has some major drawbacks like, oh i don't know, when you dont' have internet! so then i raod my bike to the psych lab and read there on their big screen for a few hours and then i realized the reading wasn't actually that ridiuclous. it was still 300 pages but i neglected to remember that psych readings always have like 25 to 40 pages of work cited so in reality it was only like 150 pages of reading which is totally doable and not at all ridiculous. now i feel like a pussy for complaining to the older kids that i thought it was alot of reading to do in a night. god, cristina, get your shit togehter! you went to stanford! shine like the fucking light that you are! but seriously i have to get my shit together which is what i'm doing right now, one more article to go. then i'm going ot my new gay friend David's house to watch project runway. watch out ivan, you might be replaced.