English Fictional Story

This is the English fictional story I wrote for my fiction project senior year. I can't find the final version, but let's just say it was really bad >_< [according to Stephanie and Irene at least]. So here's one draft:

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<926261>>: Unleash DV27.
<362867>>: Now?
<926261>>: Yes now.
<362867>>: But we’re not finished.
<926261>>: Unleash her now Doctor, we can’t hold on any longer.
<362867>>: But General, you know the risks of releasing her now… We’ll be done in 5 minutes.
<926261>>: Five minutes then. Transmit me when you’re done.
The doctor knew DV27 was going to take at least 15 more minutes to wake up, but the general and his troops were dying out there from the attack. He had to force her to wake up. He took AED shockers out of a drawer in his laboratory and walked up to the stretcher she was laying near the exit of the lab. He shocked her where a human heart would be and surprisingly enough, she woke up fine and his devices monitoring her were showing normal results.
<362867>>: She’s ready.
<926261>>: Release her in 5…4…3…2…1…
The doctor gave her a katana and told her to only defend and fight against the American troops wearing black uniforms.
<362867>>: DV27 has been released.
The doctor walked around his lab, looking at the piles of data piled on his desk, and his laptop stored with data that only a few megabytes of memory left. He called his assistant to clean the lab up, and he packed his laptop and data, getting ready to go home for the day. His project of 15 years had finally been successful.
Just as he was about to leave, he heard a beep from his transmitter.
<926261>>: Stop her. She’s killing civilians and our troops
The doctor looked back at the monitor screen. The screen showed no malfunctions. Everything was normal. Why had she disobeyed him? He had programmed her to obey everything he said. “Stop DV27, Stop killing troops and civilians.” he said to the microphone, attached to her ear. The monitor displayed back “ERROR.” He heard another beep on his transmitter.
<926261>>: Stop. Turn her off.
The doctor knew he couldn’t turn her back off. She was a real life human being now. She’s probably angry from waking up ten minutes early. He told his crew of scientists to go over to the battlefield and check what was wrong with DV27. They left immediately.
<362867>>: We can’t just turn her off. She’s a real human being now.
<926261>>: She’s killing our troops. Stop her.
<362867>>: I can’t. She’s out of my control. Kill her.
<926261>>: We can’t. She’s too strong. Stop her. She’s coming this way.
<362867>>: I sent people over.
<926261>>: Those guys in red lab coats? They’re dead.
<362867>>: They were wearing white lab coats…
<926261>>: They’re dead. Everyone else is dead. She’s coming.
<362867>>: Run.
* * *
Oogiku (Chrysanthemum japonicum): Yellow-colored plant considered a vegetable. Used as spices in cooking. The flower is a symbol for the month of November.
Why couldn’t he have gotten an easier plant to find and sketch? He thought he was lucky to draw the flower of the month during biology class today, but he never expected the flower to be this hard to find. He had been looking in the woods for hours. The sun was already beginning to set, and the forest was getting colder. This is a waste of my time. I could be home beating Scarlet Mist, getting enough money for the 42,000 gold boomerang I need to defeat Akuma. It’s getting dark…I need to go home and make dinner. I’ll just tell Akai-sensei1 I couldn’t find it. As he turned around to walk home and he felt a tug on the back of his shirt. He turned around and saw a girl, around his age with long black hair, holding on to the back of his shirt.
“Let go.” She held on.
“Let go of my shirt.” She wouldn’t let go. He started running back to the apartment he moved into over a year ago, but the girl, still holding onto his shirt, followed him home. He had no choice but to let her inside. He led her into the dining room, and told her to sit down and wait. He got up, went into the kitchen, and cooked some rice with the leftover shrimp dish he had for dinner the night before. He gave her a bowl, and questioned her as she was eating.
“What’s your name?” he asked the girl.
“Deeveenijiunana”
“Uh…Dee-chan2 then… I’m Yuki, Akan Yuki.”
“Okay.”
“Why were you in the woods?”
“I don’t know.”
“Where are your parents?”
“I don’t know.”
“Where are you come from?”
“I don’t know.”
“How old are you?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you know?”
“My name.”
“How long have you been living in the woods?”
“Maybe… 10 years.”
“Oh… Well I guess you can stay here for now then, until we know something more about you.”
He took her upstairs, and prepared a sleeping bag on the floor next to a desk for her in the extra room where his dad usually stayed when he came to visit from Hokkaido. The walls of the room were covered in pictures of his mom. His dad had taped pictures from family trips, family reunions, and other events all over the wall after his mother died from tuberculosis last year.
* * *
<773743>>: Did General Yamamoto get out?
<436725>>: Probably not. No one survived that.
<773743>>: How many people dead?
<436725>>: 2104.
<773743>>: Where’s DV27?
<436725>>: Asleep.
<773743>>: What’re we going to do with her?
<436725>>: They secured her in an antichronolytic cell for future uses. They need to find out what went wrong first.
<773743>>: I thought Doctor Akan quit.
<436725>>: Yes, Doctor Itou will take over.
<773743>>: Does he have the files?
<436725>>: What files?
<773743>>: DV27’s files... the files needed to create more. They’re stored on the doctor’s computer.
<436725>>: There were files?
<773743>>: Itou doesn’t have them?
<436725>>: No.
<773743>>: You mean he doesn’t know anything?
<436725>>: He did work with the doctor on DV27…
<773743>>: He cleaned the Petri dishes…
<436725>>: Doesn’t anyone else have the files? What about the other scientists who worked with the doctor?
<773743>>: No. They were all killed by DV27. Do we have enough people to prevent America’s next attack?
<436725>>: No. We need the clones.
<773743>>: … Find the doctor.
<436725>>: Where is he?
<773743>>: I don’t know. Just go find him.
<436725>>: You know he’s not going to come peacefully.
<773743>>: Kidnap him. Torture him. Blackmail him. I don’t care. Just find him.
* * *
The alarm clock rang at 6 am the next morning. The girl who followed me home last night was all just a dream. Yes, it must’ve been a dream. Yuki got up, put on his school uniform, and went to pack his backpack. Then he remembered he had a math test first period today. He took out his math textbook and a notebook, sat down in front of his desk, and tried to study for his test. After half an hour, he gave up and went downstairs to make breakfast.
Just as he got into the dining room, he saw the girl sitting in his chair in front of the dining room table.
“I’m hungry,” she said, staring at him.
Yuki stared back at her.
“I’m hungry,” she repeated.
When he came to his senses, he hurried over to the kitchen to make breakfast: omelet and pancakes. She refused to eat the omelet and pancakes, so she searched through his fridge for something she wanted to eat. She took out a bag of shrimp. She handed the bag to Yuki and said “Cook.” Yuki took the bag, opened it, and stared at her, and then went to make Tofu Shrimp. She picked out and ate all the shrimp, leaving the bowl with only tofu left.
Yuki looked at the time; it was 7:30 a.m. School started in half an hour, but he had to get there early to register Dee for a class. He grabbed his bag and headed next door, where people sold Transmitters. He bought her a Transmitter and registered it under his name. On the way to school, he showed her how to type out words on the transmitter and gave her his code number: 985525. She followed him to school, but she didn’t have a school uniform, so he took her to the principal’s office.
“She’s my cousin from Hokkaido. Her name’s Dee, Akan Dee. She’s a 1st year student3, one grade below me. Her parents suddenly fell ill, so she came here to live with me instead. Please give her a school uniform and put her in class,” Yuki lied to the principal.
After school, he went to class 1-C to pick her up and noticed a crowd of people around her. He got closer and heard:
“Join the astronomy club; you’re really good at science.”
“No, join kendo. She’s really strong. You should’ve seen her during gym.”
“No, join…”
“I’ll join kendo,” she finally said. She saw Yuki walking towards her, but told him to go home first. Kendo practice was till 6:00 pm.
Yuki turned around and began to leave, but a crowd of people held him back. They wouldn’t let him leave without questioning him. It was a tradition in their school to question anyone who knew anything about new students.
“Are you really her cousin?”
“Er—“
“Are her parents really sick?”
“Um—“
“What programs on the Holographic Displayer does she watch?”
Yuki pushed through the crowd and ran home. He got home, turned on his computer, and played Scarlet Mist. He finally found the correct passageway out of the scarlet-colored mist. He looked at the time. A new record. He recorded the time in his notebook and started a new game. The time to beat was 6 hours.
* * *
<436725>>: We’ve lost her.
<773743>>: What?
<436725>>: DV27, she escaped.
<773743>>: When?!
<436725>>: Last week.
<773743>>: And you Transmit me now??
<436725>>: Sorry. We were busy looking for her and I forgot.
<773743>>: How’d she get out?
<436725>>: The antichronolytic cell reacted with her hair and blew up, waking her up, but apparently causing no damage to her, since she was able to escape.
<773743>>: What happened to security?
<436725>>: They got killed in the explosion.
<773743>>: Where is she now?
<436725>>: We don’t know. The explosion blew up her tracking device.
<773743>>: Are her powers still dormant?
<436725>>: We don’t know…
<773743>>: Tell your troops to stop looking for the doctor and look for her.
<436725>>: Yes, Mr. President.
* * *
Profits for today: 726,000,000 yen4. Takeshi looked at the time. 11:30 pm. His son had left four and a half months ago in August. He laid out a blanket in front of his house and stared at the stars, listening to the cicadas chirp. Fog started covering the skies. There isn’t supposed to be fog today. What is this? He suddenly felt himself get sleepier and sleepier, until he finally closed his eyes.
* * *
Dee had stayed at his house for a month and a half now, and he still hasn’t found out anything about her. He went on all the search pages, searching DEE, but only found sites about Diplomatic Environment Engineers, Dexterous End Effectors, or Disjoint Eager Executions. Yuki asked Dee to write her full name on paper. She wrote “DV27.” DV27? What kind of name is that? A code name? Was she some secret agent from the JSA? He went on Google and searched “DV27,” but all he found were pages of different models of DV27 DVD Players.
* * *
The moon and stars shined brightly over the old building, making the building glow like a candle in. The building that used to be a teahouse where people went during family reunions is getting demolished the next week and turned into a store that sells different kinds of electronics. The building was surrounded by yellow caution signs, and a “DO NOT ENTER” sign painted in red paint on a wooden board in front of the entrance of the building. Two men stood on the roof of the building, one of them just stirring awake.
“Takeshi…I haven’t seen you since 2643. 10 years ago? We spent almost 10 years looking for you. Itou took over right after you quit, you know, but he hasn’t been able to accomplish anything. We’re still short on soldiers.
“Draft.”
“It’s against the new Japanese laws and they’re refusing to change then.”
“You’re the President.”
“I know, but I can’t make any changes. They’ve vetoed all my amendments. Japan has changed…”
“Yes, it has.”
“We’re going to lose the war if you don’t help. The American Army is one of the strongest and China is refusing to help because they said some terrorists from Japan bombed Tian An Men Square 30 years ago. I hear you have a son now. Where’s your wife?”
“Dead. Why’ve you brought me to this deserted place?”
“Owning an amusement park now?”
“Yes I am. What do you want?”
“I wanted to talk to you. I’m sure you know why. They secured DV27 in an antichrololytic cell, but it appears that she’s escaped.”
“You need to find her…”
“We know. It’s another reason why we’ve brought you here. Who knows where she is now? It’s been 10 years. ”
“You used halothane?”
“Would you have peacefully come with us if we hadn’t?”
“I won’t help you Mr. President.”
“It’s not like you have a choice.”
“You can’t kill me. The information will be lost if you do.”
“We know that. We weren’t planning to kill you.”
“I won’t tell you the password.”
“We will get it from you, Doctor Akan. We’ve located the whereabouts of your son.”
Takeshi fled from the building, running down one set of staircase after another, until he finally got to the entrance. He looked back at the building and recognized the place immediately. He ran to the closest train station and bought a ticket for the next ride to Okinawa. It was in 10 minutes. He had to get there first.
* * *
5:57 pm. Dee should be home soon. Yuki waited for Dee to return in the living room. He had already thought of what to make for dinner tonight. He finished preparing the shrimp dumplings half an hour ago, and now sat on the living room couch, watching his H.D. All he had left to do was to heat the dumplings in boiling water for a few minutes anyways. He can do that after Dee comes home. He heard a knock on the door and ran to open it. It wasn’t Dee.
“Dad? Why are you here?”
“Urgent…news…they’re…coming…for…you…”
“Who?”
“The…President…and army…”
“Dad, did you run here? Sit on the sofa and take a rest.”
The doorbell rang again. It was probably Dee coming home. He ran over to open the door. Dee took off her shoes and went inside.
“DV27! So this was where you ran off to.” Yuki’s father stared her.
“Wait you know her?”
“Yes I know her, but I don’t think she remembers me yet.”
“Dad, how do you know about her?”
“I’ll tell you after she’s gone. I don’t want her knowing everything yet,” Takeshi whispered.
“Hey, Dee… Can you go upstairs and finish homework first?”
“I’m hungry.”
“Yeah I’ve prepared the dumplings already. I’ll start cooking them now. Can you go upstairs and wait.”
“Okay.”
“So dad… How do you know her?”
“I created her.”
“Created?”
“Yes, created. American’s bombing of Japan sparked the start of World War III. I was experimenting with artificial life, sponsored by the government. They asked me to create an artificial life whose sole purpose was to fight during the war, since Japan was short on soldiers. I refused at first, but they threatened to stop my research. I gave in, in the end. DV27, the artificial girl I had created, got out of my control, and killed thousands of civilians and Japanese soldiers. Recently, the president contacted me and told me DV27 had escaped. If she had regained her powers, then the world would be in danger, but thankfully, she hadn’t yet.”
“How come you’ve never told me any of this?”
“I wanted to forget how stupid I was to ever experiment with artificial life forms. Anyways, this is bad that she’s here too. We need to hide her somewhere. We can’t have the government get a hold of her and study how she was created. Stay here and do not open the door for anyone while I got hide her.”
“Where are you going to hide her?”
“I shouldn’t tell you, in case they come and torture you for information. Here’s my transmitter. Keep it turned off. I don’t want them tracking my texts.”
“Are you coming back after you’re done?”
“Yes, I’ll be back.” Takeshi walked upstairs, and told DV27 that he was going to take her to an amusement park. She agreed to follow him, so they left the house and started walking towards the train station. They arrived at the station twenty minutes later. The next ride to Hokkaido was in half an hour. Takeshi hadn’t eaten dinner yet. He asked DV27 if she wanted anything to eat. Dee hadn’t eaten dinner either, so she told him she wanted shrimp. Takeshi left Dee on a bench inside the train station. The station was crowded, so he thought it’d be okay to leave her there without being found. He went around outside to look for something to eat. He saw a booth near the station that sold shrimp dumplings, but the dumplings were made after the person ordered, so the dumplings would still be warm. Takeshi had to wait another twenty minutes before the dumplings were done.
* * *
Dee was bored. She looked around the station and saw a man wearing a black suit, running towards the next train to Tokyo. She wondered why the man was in such a rush. Then she looked around and noticed many people in the station running towards their trains. Why were humans always in such a rush? She heard a woman yelling, so she turned around to discover the perpetrator of the noise. She saw the woman yelling at her toddler son. She moved a bit closer to hear what she was yelling about. “How can you not get top 3 in your class on this test? I was always first when I was your age. How can you get this easy division problem wrong?” Dee went back to the bench where Takeshi told her to stay. Takeshi had been gone for more than ten minutes, and she got tired of observing people in the station. She put her hands in her pocket, and found the transmitter Yuki had given her. Yuki’s number was 985525. “I’m Bored”, she typed to Yuki.
* * *
The shrimp dumplings Yuki had prepared for him and Dee were ready. He sat down at the dining room table, getting ready to eat. He heard a beep from his transmitter.
<<333733>>: I’m Bored.
333733 was Dee’s number. Why is Dee messaging him? Doesn’t she know—oh wait she wasn’t there when Dad explained why he had to leave his Transmitter here, and obviously Dad wouldn’t have known that Dee had a Transmitter. They’re going to get tracked unless Yuki did something to distract…
* * *
The traffic was bad at this time of the day. The President was taking a while to get to Takeshi’s son’s house. He should have taken the train; Takeshi is probably already there. He’s probably taken his son and run away, so the only thing he could do was track his Transmitter. The President turned on the computer in his limo and tracking devices. It showed that the Transmitter was still in their house. Why hadn’t he run away yet? Maybe Takeshi left the Transmitter there. Twenty minutes later, he got a report of a signal from a new Transmitter. He looked at the number: 333733. He looked up the history of the transmitter. It was said to have been bought by Akan Yuki: Takeshi’s son’s transmitter. Aha… so Takeshi did leave his Transmitter at his son’s house, but now the President could track his son’s transmitter. He opened the message to read. “I’m Bored.” It said. Why would Takeshi write that sort of message? He looked at the receiver of the message: 985525. He looked up the history of that transmitter. It was under the name Akan Yuki. Why are they messaging themselves? He looked at the whereabouts of transmitter with the number 985525. It was still at Takeshi’s son’s house. Takeshi hadn’t taken his son with him? Or did he make his son run away by himself? One of them was still at their house, so either way, it was worth going there. Few minutes later, he got a report of a signal that came from a transmitter with the number 362867, Takeshi’s transmitter. “Come and get me, evil government.” the message said. So they knew they were being tracked. Does that mean Takeshi made his son run away and he stayed that the house? But Takeshi would never use the words” evil government”, and why does Akan Yuki have two Transmitters?
* * *
Dee heard a beep from her Transmitter. She looked at the screen. “Come and get me, evil government.” Dee didn’t understand what it meant. Then she saw Takeshi coming back, carrying two brown bags, probably with dinner inside. Takeshi handed her a bag. Dee looked inside and saw a lunchbox inside. She opened the lunchbox and saw the dumplings. Takeshi told her not to eat the dumplings yet; their train was coming in a minute or so. Once the train had arrived, Takeshi and Dee walked to their seats: 23A and 23B. Dee poured open the soy sauce bag and dumped it over her dumplings. She broke open the chopsticks and started eating the dumplings.
* * *
Yuki had to run away from the house. He opened the door and there stood the president in the doorway, looking as if he was just about to knock on the door.

Procrastination Fall 2010

So I have a physics exam tomorrow at 7pm, a bio exam Monday at 4pm, and another bio exam tuesday 8:30am. I have given up studying for physics and is currently really distracted. I was looking around and found the witty college app essay for the "who are you" question for Tufts... The directions said to go "beyond your boundaries"... yep, that's what I did. So brace yourself, here it is:

I am an artist who draws gothic art for the school literary magazine. I am an engineer who made a bean-moving robot that moves Lego’s instead. I am the captain of the school’s tai-chi club. I am a hacker who hacks calculators and destroys them with viruses, and I am the hacker who hacks iPods during lunch. I am the Terrible Trivium who has no pointless tasks to do and the Senses Taker who has no senses to steal; I am the person who can escape Plato’s underground den, where humans have been since birth. I proved Tom Robinson’s innocence, but Harper Lee decided not to include that part in her book. I am the lawyer who sued the farmer’s wife for cutting off the tails of the three blind mice. I am the inventor of artificial life, but my test subjects ran away and are now wondering on earth. I made the elixir of life, but my pet ferret drank all of it and ate the research. I am the architect of a life-size gingerbread house, but my colleagues couldn’t resist and ate it all. I am a doctor; I am an astronaut. Or simply, I am a writer.

Hahaha... I want to write another one... but med school isn't something to joke about so... guess that's not going to work :(

Potential Spring2011 Schedule

This schedule is like empty. Of course, I haven't added independent research course times yet, or volunteering times, or tutoring times yet, but this is just classes without research. All the linguistics classes I'm taking are just for fun. This will be an awesome semester.\

Fall 2010 Schedule - Updated

So I realized I forgot to post up the actual updated version of my Fall 2010 schedule. Green is class, red is volunteering, yellow is badminton, and light blue is tutoring. Tutoring times aren't really set, so I just found three random hour slots and added those.

Linguistics- field work

So I'm in linguistics class right now making this post on my iPod touch. Paauw was talking about how field linguists, when aliens come to the world, will be extremely important for determining if aliens speak, what they use to speak and their language. That got me thinking about communication between animals (since I'm studying for the animal behavior test next Friday). Then I thought "Aren't behavioral ecologists in a sense, field linguists?"

He's talking about a really good scientific short story written by Ted Chiang (omg azn!) and he said the author is the only science fiction author he's seen that knows linguistics. I'm looking forward to reading the short story, since I'm a fan of both made-up languages and science fiction. I kind of want to write my own short story... maybe for NaNoWriMo lol though I don't know if I'll have the patience to do that or to make up my own language.

Interview-ish

I went to talk to Doctor today [not going to mention any names, just in case so the doctor's name will be Doctor] at 8:00am. I was afraid I was going to be late, so I left my room at 7:20, knowing it'd only take me around 10-15mins to walk there. I didn't know where her office was, so I had to ask the service desk in the main lobby of the hospital. Her office was on the top floor and it was kinda creepy because the when the elevator opened, it was all dark. She was talking to someone when I first got there at around 7:40 and I didn't want to disturb her, so I waited outside. After they left, I walked into her office and she called her student over, the student whose job I'll be taking over if I decide to take the offer. She told me a bit about the job, but it was mostly the student talking. He graduated last year and is applying to medical school this year. He basically said he was Doctor's assistant and does both administrative and research work. Apparently, you need to pass a test to conduct research on humans. They're into web design, and Doctor is in charge of their residency program, so I may get to interview residents, which would be lots of fun. They also said they just came up with a new idea called the Confession Box, which started with the residents writing confessions and them reading and analyzing them. Then it turned into a hospital thing, so now there are confession boxes around the hospital. This jobs seems like lots of fun because it's a bunch of little projects, so I won't get bored, and research with human interaction.

I'm actually really interested in this job right now, but I've also emailed that surgeon that my dad's friend's friends with and am still waiting to hear back from him. I'm leaning more towards this job though because it's a job I've found on my own, or at least did the networking myself to get it. A lot of people tell me how lucky I am because my parents are in the field and that I can only get a job because of connections. It's pretty embarrassing to only be able to get a summer intern position because my mom is there or because my dad knows someone, because then it's not because they think I'm qualified, it's because they can't say no. This job, I can proudly say, I got myself, and no one can say anything about connections. Doctor said to keep in touch and of course I'm going to email her tonight and say how thankful I am for her giving me this opportunity. I probably didn't seem impressive in today's interview because I was kind of nervous and sick. I'm starting to think my coughs are stress-induced because I couldn't stop coughing during the interview and she kept asking me if I needed something to drink. Doctor seems like a really nice and cool person and the student said the environment is pretty relaxed, but lots of work.

Another reason I'm leaning towards this job is because I want to stay in Rochester and near University of Rochester. The people here are all really nice and I like this environment, despite the cold, which reminds me... I wore like 3layers of jackets and 2layers of pants today because it was freezing cold when I was walking there. It was still dark when I was walking. I also want to stay because I don't want to leave all my friends here yet. I also want to play in the Rochester Open again next year and I don't want to leave Badminton Club yet either. I'll see what the other doctor says and decide from there, but I really am leaning towards this job right now after hearing her and the student talk about it so enthusiastically.

Reclassification

I got the letter I've been waiting for Friday Nov. 29, 2010.

Dear Ms. Wang:

I am pleased to inform you that the Administrative Committee has approved your request to be reclassified from the Class of 2010 to the Class of 2011. All appropriate offices will be notified of this decision.

Yep, I am now a senior :D. Maybe I should make a new word for people graduating early, but like... you can't really mix junior and senior... it'd be like... jenior or sunior... jusenior...? Yeah that fails... so I'll just be "graduating early". It actually took me a while to come to this decision. Sure maybe if I can stay I can get a leadership position in Badminton, and maybe I'll get research, but like what classes would I take? My counselor recommended me to get a bunch of minors, but that's just a waste of time and I really don't see the point in getting minors, or even another major. So basically, I tried to think of reasons for me to stay and found that the benefits of graduating early succeeded the benefits of staying, and thus I decided to appeal to graduate a year early. What am I going to do that year? I'm looking for clinical research right now and if I can't find any, I'll hopefully get to volunteer for a nonprofit organization of some sort.

I have an "interview" tomorrow, which I was very lucky to get. I went to the alum networking night and waited like an hour or two for a one doctor in anesthesiology who said was going to show up. After a really long time, he finally showed up and by that time, most of the premeds probably left already because it was all engineering, business, and public health. Anyways, so I basically got to talk to him by myself for a long period of time. As I was telling him/asking him to reaffirm my graduating early plans, I was hinting that I wanted clinical research. I asked him whether he did research himself and he said he didn't. By the end of the conversation, he basically said "email me and I'll recommend you to some people I know who does research". At that time, I didn't let myself get too excited because I wasn't expecting anything. I wasn't expecting him to actually try to find me a position, but I emailed him anyways because I had nothing to lose. About three days later, another doctor of anesthesiology emailed me and said she might have a position open and wanted to talk to me. It was scheduled for last Thursday, but she said she needed to be in the OR all morning, and was rescheduled for tomorrow. My dad's coworker apparently is a good friend of a surgeon here in Rochester and I need to email him (the surgeon) really soon to ask for a position too.

I actually have a music quiz in 15mins, so I'm going to start walking towards Todd Union now. Bye~