I seriously love the New York Mets. I love Shea, and I love the game and of course I love Reyes, Wright, Perez, and all the others. But do you really know how much I love the Mets?
I got a job with the New York Mets!
Next time you’re out at Shea for a game, let me take your photograph!
Apparently, I haven’t written in this thing since finals time Freshman year, second semester. What’s that all about? I guess I’ve been keeping my xanga current, and with the evolution of facebook, even that’s not entirely necessary.
So, my JHU life is over. Still doing somewhat JHU-things. Mostly research in a lab, travelling all the way to the Upper West Side to do so is the difference. In between all that, I’m looking for a good full time job (kids, this takes months to accomplish, I’ve been trying since March), and watching Mets (and Yankees) games on tv. I’ve got tickets to the Sunday game at Shea, so I’m definitely looking forward to that. Shea Stadium is my second home.
I guess I can’t believe people randomly come across this blog and still comment on it. It seems strange since this hadn’t been updated in about three years… well a little more than that.
But for all you current JHU students, I have some advice for you.
Your summers and free time (with the exception of weekends) shouldn’t exist for you anymore.
Making the job search easier for yourself later, means getting the experience now. Internships, summer jobs in offices, tutoring (volunteering or paid) will help build up your resume tremendously for post-graduation success. And of course, research always helps.
Not to mention, you need to get super-creative on your job search strategy. Looking on HotJobs.com and submitting a resume (even with a well-written cover letter) will not help you at all.
Search long and hard. Spread yourself out there. Network. Find ways to improve your resume and your skills. And get creative.
Another tip they never told you. The more RELEVANT experience you have is the better. Try finding things that can either transfer your talents to another field, or get your experience in the field you actually want to be in. It will make all the difference!
This is ebonyc, signing off…
And for those of you wondering…
e = effervescent
b = beautiful
o = outstanding
NYC = new york city
Until next time everyone, be good to each other.
Ode to my suitemate Megan
(when I think of something, I will write it here)
Of course, it'll be something remotely clever.
Ah, Meganomics like whoa.
But do you mind if I check you out?
XD
Weird Al is too much. Anyways, I've got the best guy in the world.
I just thought you all should know that.
Home.
No, I'm not just talking about my favorite JHU acapella group.
I just realized that I just pulled my very first all nighter. Dammit, I've really been up all damn night. That's INSANE.
Me and Steve went to the library like 5am and came out 6:15am. I didn't realize it was that late until I realize the sun was already up, and I hadn't slept at all.
DAMMIT! I really was up all night.
I think I'll stay awake for breakfast at Terrace, since they open in half an hour anyway.
TTYL.
“Oh I can't believe it's happening to me. Some people wait a lifetime, for a moment like this.” –Kelly Clarkson
What do you do when you finally hear what you've been wanting to hear all your life? What if the answers to the questions you've been asking finally appears after you're so close to giving up looking for them. What do you do when all arrows are pointing towards a path you know you ought to take, even though you don't feel like it? What do you do when you are fighting against the current, and it helps you get to the destined place anyway, no matter how hard you try?
You go to Church with Chantal and listen for what the Lord has been trying to tell you all along.
God is good all the time, and all the time God is good.
Not fit to fucking tread the ground that I am walking on.
–Maroon 5 “Harder to Breathe”
My roommate is a moron. She cannot seem to breathe without music going. It's like, as soon as she enters the room, she must blast music at top volume. Apparently, I'm the only one in the room who appreciates silence. Seriously, I don't need to hear her dumb playlist 16 times a day. And I don't need her friend practically moving in either. And I don't need her interrupting whichever little sleep I get each day. She needs to learn to be MUCH MORE considerate.
I've seriously contemplated permanently “fixing” her sound card. Hmmmmm….
I have created something that I cannot control.
This can't be healthy.