friends, and other things

friends, and other things Here is a picture of Allans room, snipped from here: He left this morning: Although we seem to be interconnected in almost every way imaginable we have the same romanized last names, were both in the same acapella group, were next door neighbors, were admissions bloggers were also very different people. And yet, we have become good friends. It seems like I havent had the time this semester to sit and think about the relationship weve weaved, but now that I am free, it all comes rushing to me the late nights, ordering Dominos, using the coupons for 2 Medium Pan Pizzas For 8.99 Each, the occassional late night conversation, sharing the precious time we spend after classes together twice a week to sing, setting up the dilapidated drum set in the tv lounge, subsequently teaching me the bossa nova, getting dim sum with other 5W friends, learning perc. All these memories come to me at once, in the same time and place, and all these memories fill the the now empty expanse that is allans room. i have a stack of summer reading on my desk that i will start clearing soon: much of it is technical, like strang, or sections of clrs some are linguisticsy, like chomsky or a book on acoustic analysis im reading for my urop some are for fun, like the first seven volumes of saga that my so let me borrow for the summer. i started crafting this pile several weeks ago, slowly adding to it by browsing bookstores on my birthday, anticipating when id start tackling the first volume, held back by the four looming finals i had to take. (four! ;-;) but now that im done, and theres no reason for me not to begin, all i can do is stare at it and want to take a nap. i think im exhausted: i think i need a week to turn off my brain. and yet, even though i feel like death and my brain feels like its deep-fried after unsucessfully attempting the last two problems on the 6.042 final, im happy. my mental state is the healthiest its been in years. i made so many good friends this year: from 5W, from toons, from my future home at 2E in next house, from my classes. all these places have become not just my home, but a community that i love. i wish i could give you all these memories i wish i could share these memories i cherish very dearly. i could tell you all about late nights playing smash, or guitar hero, or going to yamatos, or going to ihop after a formal in tuxedos and black tie outfits, or toscis after 2.00b final presentations, or the 6.042/8.02 pset parties, or the bus rides to wellesley at sunset, or taking the t to chinatown, or studying for the 18.03 final with an impromptu differential equations bee, or the 5:30 dinner club, or the normal days with quiet nights at hayden or the quiet mid-days at barker, o r the toons retreat where we pet goats and almost set fire to the cabin we stayed in, or the toons final concert, or that one time i aced my midterm (it doesnt come often), or the two-hour-long kung fu tea runs, or i would i could show you how much my first year at mit has changed me, sometimes for worse, but so often for the better. see you in a few weeks. until then, have some chon. Post Tagged #East Campus #photography