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so mother’s day isnt actually for mothers. not for me anyway 

my mom’s in georgia for the weekend. she’s coming home tonight. SO, when my dad and i woke up this morning, we looked at each other like, “FUCK, what are we gonna do?” 

long story short, i spent mother’s day with my dad, figuring out the perfect gift to get her. which we did btw. 

i guess i should expect the same paradox for father’s day. 

yessir 

don’t fuck with wendy

i got kinda freaked out @ work today.  

wendy. my shift supervisor. she’s been working @ rite aid for 20 years and was recently transferred to my store this january. 

she’s a wrinkley old lady who’ll probably be smoking marlboros- menthol in the grave. you probably couldnt tell from her voice tho. she’s pretty bad ass. only like 120lb but could probably kick my ass if she really wanted to. yours, too. 

regardless, anytime we close the store together, she has me walk her through the parking lot to get to her car. personally, i found it rather unnecessary at first, assuming her paranoia to stem from old age and too much nicotine, but w/e, it’s cool. she kinda reminds of my grandma anyway, tough as nails.  haha, y mama: tu sabes que te queiro mucho=) 

well today, while wendy and i were talking about all the crazy shit that has happened to us at work, all of her stories completely one- upped me. 

check this: 

on the job, wendy has been 1) stabbed once and 2) knocked out cold TWICE. 

crazy, eh? 

during the stabbing incident, some bastard snuck up from behind and jabbed a knife right into her left, lower- back while she was doing cosmetics. next 2 seconds, the assistant manager tackled the fucker’s ass to the ground. and why? the guy was stealing a cart- load of deoderant. fucking people, i swear. the bastard is now in jail for attempted murder. wendy? back to work 2 weeks later. 

next incident. wendy overhears some unusual bag- ruffling in the isle adjacent to her. she investigates. this time, some bitch is trying to get away from a bag full of merchandise [didn’t specifiy this time]. wendy confronts the blonde and provacatively asks, “you’re gonna pay for that, right???” the bitch has the audacity to say, “Hells no.” the woman accelerates towards the exit, wendy speeding up alongside her. they both get to the exit. POP. the woman’s boyfriend knocks wendy out cold in front of 2 (?) customers and another cashier. 

——hold up. you have to be a pretty sick bastard to knock out an old lady, right? kk, just checking —

well, as it turns out, security cameras actually do come in handy. the couple from hell was quickly apprehended and thrown in jail for assault. the police were already there by the time wendy woke up: she smiled at the couple and said, “i’ll see you in court=)”

i mentioned that wendy’s kinda crazy, right? 

last incident [i.e., that she could spare time to tell me about anyway]. for me, this one is just fucked up. like, really. just something that makes you frown at the human race. it wasn’t necessarily violent, but check it. 

wendy was standing in the line- forming area in front of the counter along with these two teenage girls. and god damn, they just HAD to make make eye contact. one of the girls ‘asks’ wendy, “the FUCK are you looking at at?!” wendy unconfrontationally responds, “nothing,” not even looking for an argument.

yeah, so much for that.

POP. the teenage girl knocks wendy out cold, completely unprovoked. time to bounce now, right? nah, first strip the poor old woman of her shirt and leave her unconciousess with a fucking bra on for public display. 

i told you this was fucked up. 

wendy fastforwarded to the conviction: both girls were thrown in jail for assault. minors, too. fucking ridiculous. 

wendy told all of this to me with a smile and a cherry- attitude that just makes you wonder. 

now, as far as this information has affected me and how much i’ve come to respect wendy, i need not elaborate. im a pretty reserved person such that most daily occurances forgo second- thought. the fact that im writing about this then, well… you already know.        

conclusion?

next rite aid visit, you think twice when you see this blue- vested soldier: don’t fuck with wendy 

Future

My motivation for writing emerges out of important, life- directing developments: man, do I have a lot to blog about=) Here we go.

College.

I’ve been accepted at RU SAS, NYU CAS, and NYU- Poly. I’m still waiting on UMich. I’ve been rejected from Cornell and Columbia.

Commenting on those admission- decisions, RU was a given, NYU CAS was a pleasant surprise (mediocre SATs, great GPA, rounded- extra circulars, taxable work- experience), and the Ivy- rejections were more than expected (so much for being Latino, eh?). Considering that I applied to UMich on the application deadline (i.e., 2/1/2010; I had just come back from Harvard MUN), I’d hardly be surprised at a rejection.

Did I skip a college? Ah, yes: the Polytechnic Institute of NYU. The least I knew about, the least you know about, the latest application deadline, the most money granted, and to my own surprise: the most exciting=). Hold up though: I’ll give you the details a little further down.

Now, before I even begin to argue the rationale behind my NYU- Poly push with my parents, let me paint a context.

I’m not rich. At all. Financially stable? Eh, flip a coin. With that said, I’ll be the second child my parents are sending off to make something of themselves. Two kids in college (Rutgers- represent for my brother btw=))) ? That’s heavy dude. My parents aren’t old, but they’re not young: they need a break, too. I’d hate myself if I were the one to take that break away from them.

Thus, NYU CAS is out. The admission email? *Mark as Read> Archive.* Their school color may be purple, but they sure do want a hella lot of green. NYU CAS awarded me with a financially- unworkable grant. The details are irrelevant, but you get the point.

RU on the other hand is definitely much more wallet- friendly: no need to sign away my soul away on a 150k loan. Though I’m not getting a full ride, I can definitely walk the rest. Thus, yeah: an RU pathway is hella possible.   

My personal take on those college ‘options’.

For me, NYU CAS is special: it’s never been for the elites. Harvard? Duke? Those are for the JPS top- notch (Ajay, I see you=)) Nor is the college of arts and science for the average, unambitious high school student (I won’t name any schools). Nah: NYU CAS is for the motivated and passionate mediocrity, for kids who worked their assess off to earn those E-board positions, kids that studied – genuinely studied­ – with flash cards, with post-it-notes – day- in to day out – at Barnes and Noble, at 3 am, at the bus stop, and – you know what I’m talking about – 3 minutes before Mrs. Liotti handed you the scantron. Their philosophy? Do work.

…SOOO, as you can probably tell…. I was pretty bummed out having wanted to there: I recommend that those kids also add “Get Money” to that philosophy, too: it’ll reduce some major disappointment four years down the road. But hey, that’s life. I’m an adult now: I have to be realistic and make the most of what I have=)

Oh. And plus, consider this: I wanted to attend NYU CAS for Biology/ Biomolecular science/ preMed (every school has their own take on the course name). Guess what? preMed programs are all geared towards the MCATs and other Med- school requirements. Thus, biology at RU – as well as any other respectable school – proves strikingly similar to biology at NYU. Same text books. Same topics covered. Now of course, one would think that NYU professors would have a little more on the ball than the professors over at RU. However, consider this: Mr. Jones (i.e., my AP Bio teacher) came from RU: and cheaa, he’s a fucking beast.

Summary of all these considerations? NYU CAS is not worth an additional 150k for the same preMed education that I can obtain at RU.

Exception: if you’ve been accepted to NYU CAS for journalism or something ‘artsy’, then yes: sign away at those six digits.

My take on RU:

Rutgers New Brunswick is an excellent school. Stop hating on it. Now, is RU for everyone? No, of course not. In fact, looking at ‘who’s going where,’ I’d say that the admissions guys over in New Brunswick did a pretty good job filtering out the kids who half- assed their high school careers. I don’t mean to offend anyone, but we have to be honest: an RU rejection means you probably should have done a little more work. Sad, but true.

An obviously, there’s the other end of the spectrum: people who are going to RU but could have gone somewhere more ‘suitable,’ for reasons that range from financial constraints to fucking-up the admissions process . And as I look around, there’s a long, growing list of that.

Ah, but don’t become entirely disillusioned. For many students, I personally think that going to RU is like being an honors kid thrown into a level 1 class: you’ll do well but you’ll long for that challenge. Even so, with loads of familiar faces and the campus- life as a whole (and the drumline=))), I think we’ll have a hella good time.=) Just don’t forget the academics: Med School is only four years away.

So yes everyone, as a college option, I’m more than comfortable with RU=) Besides, it’s not the school: it’s what you do at that school that counts.

I’m done painting. New canvas. In my next post, I’ll brief you all about NYU Poly and why it’s looking like such a viable, such an exciting option=) Biomolecular Engineering, here I come.

Yessir. 

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