Who can ever forget the facial expression on Frank-da-tank when he ecstatically proclaimed that "it tastes so good when it hits your lips"? Well, folks, if you happened to be in the vicinity of the student center yesterday at 3:30 in the afternoon, you might have thought you bumped into Mr. Farrell when you saw a middle-age man, grinning with the same stupid yet innocent look, holding a MIT student ID card!
It really is quite something seeing your name on a MIT ID card. Although I won’t be an official student until next week, (Mr. Garcia, please hold my spot), for the first time, I felt like I am a MIT student, and it’s an unbelievable feeling. If this was a dream, please don’t wake me up.
Back in "reality"… my house is a total mess. After bidding farewell to my beloved teammates at Bank of America, I went on to this 10-week tour around the world, only to find my lovely Cambridge apartment still doesn’t know how to clean itself up. It’s been four days, and I still have to tip-toe around my living room. I only have 3 more days left to pre-term. I need to get my act together!
