Okay. Blogging is not really one of my main characteristics, but my roommate "strongly encourages" that i create this blog. So here goes a story of, well, ME. I must admit that i do however suffer from the occasional lapse of common sense and repeated lack of will power, but i, despite this substantial lack of brain activity, i managed to get accepted to Harvard Summer School two summers in a row. Not without wondering if Harvard made a seriously bad judgment call (that I would never correct). Living, breathing, studying, and procrastinating in Harvard University has made a lasting impression on my psyche. I have learned major life lessons, such as, procrastination is an art to be mastered, my roommates are awesome, and sleep is optional.
When I applied for the Harvard Summer School this year I did so with the mentality that I would not be disappointed if I do not get accepted... again. So, of course, I was pleasantly surprised (okay more of like catatonic shock status) when I got the acceptance e-mail. The main things that popped into my head was WOW AGAIN and crap what should I pack to leave. But I knew for a fact that I absolutely refuse to bring as much stuff as I did last time.
I really do think that some of the best people that I have ever met were here at Harvard during the 7 weeks of "studying." And they, however awesome these people maybe, have completely and utterly killed the original thoughts that people who attended Harvard are preppy and stuck up. But I none the less seem to meld into the different aspects of this crazy, hetic life and make the most of my experiences. Forewarning: To those crazy enough to read this blog must know that i have a warped perspective of the world and i do not know were my "complex" logic. (still to be debated, of course)
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