A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?
|The gang with whom i went to Lake Tahoe. Bestest decision ever.|
1. Strange. When I’m in my med school class, I don’t ask even a single question. But, in my ChemE classes, if i don’t get anything, I’m shameless in raising my hand and stopping the prof right there. Even during my undergrad, I’d regularly ask questions after class, so much that almost all the profs knew me by name. So, i wonder if the reason i don’t ask questions in my bio class, is due to the fact that its not my turf? Is it performance anxiety that i feel – being in an undergrad class, me being the only grad student? Or maybe it could be the frigging genius undergrad girls who know immunology by heart. Today someone sneezed in class, and the prof smiles and looks at her and she replies in a pat – “Human rhinovirus”. Girl next to her pips, “Or Coronavirus”. FML.
2. But asking questions is actually a great habit. I personally feel that it hones my thinking. And usually i never forget what i ask in class. Also, in grad school, it appears that the more questions you ask, the smarter you appear. And you don’t even need to know the answers. In fact, if you can ask questions to which the prof doesn’t know the answer to, you’re golden.
3. Ah, today i signed up for my first race for this quarter. Its the 2011 UC Irvine Zot Trot Triathlon on Sunday, February the 13th. I’m excited. Although I’m in pretty bad shape. I haven’t biked or run in a long while. Need to buck up. So, why did I register even though I’m outta shape? Coz i promised myself that I’d run at least one race every quarter at Stanford. That’s right. Come rain or shine!
“Don’t wait until everything is just right. It will never be perfect. There will always be challenges, obstacles and less than perfect conditions. So what. Get started now. With each step you take, you will grow stronger and stronger, more and more skilled, more and more self-confident and more and more successful.”~ Mark Victor Hansen