The first part of my trip to school today:
| 7:00 | I get on the Fung Wah bus. |
| 11:05 | I get off the bus, 200 miles away. |
The next part:
| 11:05 | I get off the bus at South Station, thinking I should easily be able to make it to class at 12. |
| 11:15 | I get to the Red Line, just barely missing a train. Dang. Well, there should be another one coming along within ten minutes. |
| 11:17 | I realize that the train from before has not completely left the station. |
| 11:19 | The announcer announces “The next train to Alewife is now approaching.” The other train is still there. I idly wonder just how this is going to work out. |
| 11:25 | Same announcement again. I realize the first train has left, and I become filled with hope. |
| 11:30 | Announcer: “Due to a medical emergency on the Red Line, shuttle buses will run between Harvard and Broadway.” We all go stand outside. |
| 11:45 | The first bus arrives. I am standing behind the last person to get on it. |
| 11:50 | The second bus arrives. I get on it. |
| 12:10 | Bus arrives at Downtown Crossing, .5 mile away. |
| 12:45 | Bus arrives at MGH, another .5 mile away. |
| 1:05 | Bus arrives at Harvard. |
A hypothetical second part of my trip:
| 11:05 | I get off the bus and set off toward Harvard on foot. |
| 12:00 | I get to Harvard. |
I’m finding something.
Something: it’s not until you introduce something really new into your life that you get even a small glance at yourself — what you are, what you’ve become, and whether you think this is even a good thing.
Things are happening in my life and I am (as always, always, always) re-evaluating everything around me, but it’s only close encounters like these that let me evaluate myself.
Have I changed? Have my desires changed? My bad habits? My sense of self-control? My fears, hesitations, inadequacies?
I’ve not a damn clue of what’s to come, but I shall treat it as an adventure, and attempt to be wise, kind, and thoughtful at every step.
Dear readers,
Let me tell you a story, full of tragedy and despair. In December 2009, through an accident involving a high-speed pen and poor aim, I cracked my laptop’s LCD screen. The damage wasn’t so bad at first – a couple of dead lines on my screen – but as the months went by, the amount of dead screen space got bigger and bigger. I finally caved and bought a brand-new replacement screen for my computer…
and decided to install it myself!
I’ve always wanted to get better at knowing about the insides of computers, and this was a great opportunity to do this.
Here’s an image gallery of my wonderful exploits.
Long story short, it turns out that in a ThinkPad, if you want to replace the screen you have to literally take the entire computer apart. What a pain.
It was fun, though.