Thursday, July 26

Bunking class

I still cannot get used to having to sit in lectures and going to class everyday. The idea of spending the day in classes listening to lectures is tiresome and actually undertaking such activity has done nothing to dispel the notion. The Little One warned me about this and I am warning Kiddo that it might not be all that easy. Although, kiddo should be accustomed to it even though I cannot remember the last time he mentioned ever attending a lecture in college.
So, today I bunked Epi class and sat at home and worked my way through two big chapters and made notes. Its a reasonably difficult subject and I am quite keen to understand the concepts before I start proper work in stark contrast to learning on the job during my Oxford years.

I cant remember the last time I bunked a class. Must have been during college for some 8am lecture. I remember there was one day when for Prof.SP's class there were less than 10 people. He stormed out of class and refused to teach us anymore. Of course this was SOP and as good MGIMS traditions went, the women were pushed to the front of the forgiveness seeking party! and life went on....

Wednesday, July 25

26th June - Stern Hall and UCB

Its 3am by my alarm clock. Damn jet lag! I wash my face,put on the TV and open my First Aid CS book. This is really boring. I cant study all these cases again. I am aware that I haven't spent a quarter of the time studying as I should have. It does look like I have a pretty decent chance of not getting through this exam. Just cannot get myself to study. Am flitting between CNN news,HBO, espn (which is terrible) and First Aid. My stomach begins to grumble and I realise thats its been over 12 hours since my last meal.

Its America and things are open at 6 in the morning, unlike the UK. So, I am able to get myself a coffee and a donut while singing the praises of early bird americans. 8 in the morning and berkeley map in hand I set off to find JC. This somehow reminds me of my first day in Oxford, when I was trying to keep my appointment with AVSH and ended up walking all around Headington thanks to AVSH's PA's directions. Berkeley was better because its a slightly smaller campus compared to Oxford - although I did walk around the campus a bit before I got my directions right.

Got the keys to Stern hall - which is a girls dorm during term and rented out to visitors like me for the summer. The room is large but stinks and there is no ethernet, which is an even bigger pain. Anyway, it was a real pain moving all my luggage again from the hotel to this place.

I was lucky to get away with not paying excess baggage at LHR - the BA lady obviously took pity on me knowing how annoying and difficult trudging along with 70kgs of rubbish was going to be.

Anyway, by the time I got my stuff into Stern Hall it was 2pm. Time for a quick lunch, walk over back to Hotel and attempt to get some studying done. But I had forgotten about the jet lag and with a nice heavy chinese chowmein inside me, a dark room and double bed in front of me my body decided to take a 6 hour nap! Woke up and midnight and studied intermittently till about 6am. before getting ready to leave the hotel for LA and my exam!

Thursday, July 19

25th June,2007 - American Arrival

I left Oxford and the UK today. Spent most of yesterday working in the lab, perhaps the last time I will spend a Sunday at the WTCHG in Lab 1 preparing my cells. Somehow, I never felt like I was leaving until I was up in the air flying over Canada when it struck me that I might never actually live in Oxford ever again.I was leaving home again. Oxford was my home for 4 years and I could not even think of living elsewhere.Life was comfortable, I had a purpose everyday,friends and knew where I could get whatever I wanted. I doubt whether I will ever find a more comfortable place to live in.

California and America - here I come. Lets see whether you can rival Oxford. I am and have been feeling really apprehensive about moving to the US. I suppose it is only normal when you are moving to a new place,but I never felt this reluctant when I came to oxford. On the whole, its time to move on, wanderer that I am,cannot allow those roots to settle down too deep. I suspect if I stayed another year in Oxford I would never have left the UK if not Oxford - and I could not see my future in Oxford.
So, I have left and I have arrived in America - in beautiful sunshine. Its 6pm Pacific Time and the sun is beating down on me. Can't wait to get my coat off and find a cab.

America is big, I cannot see a small taxi anywhere. All I can get into are shuttles, mini-vans. Its take me an hour to get a cab that is willing to take me to berkeley and another hour for the cabbie to find another person who will go in the same direction. I am so tired, its 6am in the morning on my body clock and I doze off in the cab. Suddenly I am at my hotel - and I crash.
Forget dinner, forget unpacking - just sleep. My first impressions of America is of a mexican cab driver,sunshine and HBO on my hotel TV! Whew!! My exhaustion is a blessing - as I fall into a dreamless,thoughtless stupor!