• Discover Magazine - A science nerd's dream come true!  Tons of insightful articles about the latest discoveries in science.  My personal favorites tend to be of the neuroscience variety, pretty much anything about the brain. Anyway, if you can't be bothered to order the subscription, you can find plenty of great articles online at http://discovermagazine.com/

• TED Talks - I first discovered this series through my psychology teacher and now am absolutely hooked.  In short, TED Talks is a series of lectures on just about everything--scientific news, politics, philosophy, design, etc. I  can't promise that you'll find every single "Talk" fascinating, but there's certainly something for everyone, provided they're curious and willing to listen.  Podcasts come out several times a week, or you can check out the website for videos and more: http://www.ted.com/talks 

• 60 Minutes - As the name suggests, it's an hour-long, in-depth investigation of an interesting topic, whether it be science, people, etc.  Always great, always entertaining, it's no surprise that it has won a ton of awards and been around for ages.  You won't even know 60 minutes have gone by... http://www.cbsnews.com/sections/60minutes/main3415.shtml?tag=hdr

• Mythbusters - A show that is the geekier but, arguably, more awesome cousin of Ghostbusters.  Adam, Jamie and company will use any means to either confirm or debunk myths using empirical experiments, but in a fun way, of course. http://dsc.discovery.com/tv/mythbusters/

Ah, poetry.  As soon as an English teacher mentions it, you can almost always expect the nauseated faces, collective moans n' groans, and, here and there, the smile of someone who actually likes poetry.  As for myself, I've always fallen somewhere in between the extremes of total disgust and passionate adoration.  When it comes to writing, I tend to prefer prose, especially fiction.  Even so, I'm a good enough writer that, if necessary, I can write and analyze poetry.  However, I confess, I too once feared poetry; I hardly knew how to critique or write it, despite that I could create decent poems.  When composing poetry, I was rather clueless as to what I was doing.  My thought process would be something like: "Hm, this sounds like an interesting idea...Let me just write a few lines...throw in some line divisions that sound nice...some semi-deep imagery...OK, done!"

So, given that the majority of people don't seem to either enjoy or understand poetry (or both), I thought I would write a sort of "for dummies" guide on how to analyze poetry.  Specifically, I'd like to address the infamous question: What does this poem mean?  Since I'm an AP English Lit student, for more than a month, my class has been fixated on poetry.  In fact, for several weeks, we had to write 2 papers per week and each paper addressed this question.  I'm pleased to say that I've got my analytic technique down to a formula.  Now I'm not saying you should treat every poetry assignment this way and I mean no disrespect; this is simply my method of choice when I'm pressed for time (like an exam) and need something quick and effective.

And now, the moment we've all been waiting for:

• Structure - rhyme, rhythm, line or stanza-division
• "Music" - alliteration, consonance, assonance
• Metaphor - symbol, simile, personification, allegory
• Imagery - remember your five senses!
• Word choice / diction

A little Spamalot reference for the more observant among you. Anyway...

So, I just wanted to give a brief update. (Not that anyone actually reads this blog, but, for what it's worth, I like to keep track of these sorts of things.) For the record, I finished the last of my college applications over winter break, so now that that hellish period of my life is over--and following the completion of midterms--hopefully the remainder of my high school career will actually be enjoyable. I cannot begin to tell you how glad I am to be leaving high school. Not that all of it was bad, but, needless to say, I feel more than ready to move on.

This transition also means I should have more time to be diligent about this blog. For my next post, I'm thinking of doing a reflection on a recent experience of mine. But before you yawn, I promise, if I go through with it, I'll use my trademark wit to make it a pleasurable read--no long, verbose, whimsical reflections on the meaning of life. Sorry, you won't find that here. Somewhat humorous reflections on being a teenager, however, are quite the norm.

Legend tells us the last year of high school is full of fun and parties, especially as "senioritis" kicks in. To some, perhaps that is all senior year is. As for others, we stress about the dreaded college applications.

If there was ever a time not to procrastinate, this is certainly it. As I compose my pleas to the gods of college admissions, you're going to hear much less of me. Fear not. I'll be back soon enough!

Hello, everyone! It's been almost a week since I got back from Cornell and I can honestly say that--not surprisingly--my opinion of the experience hasn't changed much since I came home. Overall, I had a great time in Ithaca. You might ask: did I enjoy myself? The short answer is yes. Make yourself comfortable if you'd like to hear the long answer...

In retrospect, it's interesting that my current rating of my experience is so positive, despite that my first impression, about 5 minutes from campus, was something like: "this place is in the middle of nowhere, and I think I've seen enough cows to last a lifetime..." Yet, as soon as my father and I started to drive past campus, my impression completely changed.

First of all, Cornell's campus is huge. Maybe I emphasize the size so much because, up until about 3 weeks ago, I'd mainly visited small liberal arts colleges. Nevertheless, I'm sure the general consensus is that Cornell's campus is enormous. For example, if you want to get from North Campus to another corner of campus, like the veterinary complex, it can easily take you 30 minutes. Or say you want to walk from North Campus into collegetown, even downtown. Again, 30 minutes is the norm. Still, the size wasn't too much of a problem; my legs got used to walking all the time, and if I ever wanted to go to someplace off campus, like the mall or collegetown, public buses were passing through campus all the time.

Another noticeable aspect of Cornell was that once I actually got there, it didn't feel so isolated: the campus itself is almost like its own city, plus its surrounded on the southside by a collegetown, suburbs, even a downtown area that feels very urban. To the north, there's enough malls and shopping centers to keep anyone satisfied for a long time. All in all, it's a great location. Not that there isn't plenty to do on campus. In fact, I was hardly ever bored for 3 whole weeks, which is rather impressive, when you think about it.

I spent my time at Cornell doing two main activities: attending classes and having fun. That's not to say that my course wasn't enjoyable; actually, it was great! I took an intro to psychology course called Individual in the Social World. As the title implies, it focused on the more social side of psychology, including topics like stereotypes, conformity and altruism. And that's just skimming the surface.

I guess if you're not a complete nerd (like I am), you might not have been as amused by merely the course material. However, you probably would have enjoyed anything else about the course, from the entertaining professor to the friendly TAs. My professor was Tom Gilovich, who is apparently a well-respected figure in social psychology. Besides which, he's a very funny, interesting guy. For instance, he always included a funny video to supplement the presentations he gave. The videos ranged from anything to cartoons, like the Animaniacs, to quirky Japanese commercials featuring Gilovich himself. The videos worked so well because, besides being entertaining, they always illustrated the daily psychological concept Professor Gilovich was discussing. I also had a wonderful TA named Lily. She was sweet and friendly, and always broke concepts down into simple terms. In short, it was a thoroughly enjoyable class.

So when I wasn't reading a college semester's worth of textbook chapters, what else could I possibly be doing? Well, to the outside observer, I might not seem so interesting, but I had most of my fun by simply hanging out with the people I met. By the first night, I'd met about six other people who I wanted to spend more time with and, as the 3 weeks went by, our group grew to about 12 kids in all. On North Campus, there are plenty of large grassy fields and community centers, like Robert Purcell, so most of the times we'd just sit around, talking and joking, playing games, those sorts of activities. Many of the boys I hung out with could play guitar, so a couple of times we used someone's laptop to look up lyrics and sing together while one person played guitar. It's almost strange to think that I spent most of my second Saturday sitting on the grass while singing pop songs to guitar music, but, at the time, it was loads of fun! We also went to two dances the summer college organized for its students, but all the same, I preferred just hanging out. Guess I'm a girl of simple needs!

Despite that I had plenty of fun just hanging out with my fellow summer college students, we did go off campus to have fun elsewhere. We went to collegetown a few times. I turned 17 on a Thursday, so my friends took me out Friday night to a nice restaurant in collegetown and treated to me to dinner and dessert. We also went to the mall many times, where we mainly shopped and saw a movie or two. I'm generalizing here because, to me, the most memorable times I had with my friends were just lying on the grass outside after a long day of class, looking at the stars and chatting about whatever.

I think the friendships I made are part of 3 components that made my Cornell experience so successful. Incidentally, those 3 components include the 2 main goals I had coming into the program: check out psychology and see if I like Cornell as a possible college choice. After 3 weeks at Cornell, I love psychology and I love the school. The last part of my summer success story is the friends I made. The majority of friends I spent time with were international students, from places like Canada, France, even Colombia. It was nice to meet kids from all different places and, as a consequence, hear so many perspectives on so many topics, some opinions similar, some different, but all interesting.

So, overall, I've come to same conclusion that started this blog entry: my experience at Cornell was one of my best summers ever! 3 weeks well spent.

In retrospect, it's rather amusing to think that when I first sat down to write this blog entry last Saturday, I dreaded writing a glowing yet ordinary description of my first week here at Cornell Summer College. I suppose that is why I'm looking at the incident that happened earlier today as something more than a humiliating disaster: writing material! Sometimes, real life works far better than your imagination ever could.

Anyway, here is my real life story. I woke up this morning at about 8 o'clock with a strong urge to use the bathroom. Figuring I wouldn't be gone more than two minutes, I grabbed my keys and washcloth, slipped on my flip-flops and headed out the room, locking the door behind me. Since my class starts considerably later than most of the other students, the trip to the bathroom was uneventful; I hardly saw a soul. It wasn't until I got into the bathroom stall that I ran into some problems.

What happened next I attribute to 2 qualities of mine: I'm clumsy and most definitely not a morning person. Seconds after flushing the toilet, I stood up to grab my keys and washcloth. Apparently I didn't have a good enough grip on my keyring, because I barely felt the keys graze my fingertips before the keyring flew into the toilet bowl. Before I could process what was happening, the stream of rushing water swallowed my keyring down the drain.

As far as worst case scenarios, particuarly embarrassing ones, go, this incident takes the prize in my eyes. Picture this: I'm locked out of my room, where my wallet, phone, and everything else is safely inside. My roommate is gone. To top it all off, I've got nothing but a washcloth, semi-cute PJs, and a wild, poofy bedhead that would put Albert Einstein to shame.

So, what did I do?

I ran down the hall to my Residential Advisor's room and banged on her door like a madwoman. A disgruntled, rudely awakened college student listened to my frantic cries before explaining what I had to do. I ran back to the bathroom, attempted to wet and comb my hair with my hands, gave up and threw my curls into a messy ponytail. I bolted down the stairs, passing a bemused Parisan friend of mine and countless other students wondering what the heck I was doing running around in my PJs. I got to the student service center across the street to explain my problem and ask for the master key to my room. I earned the joy of explaining yes, I was locked out of my room and no, I couldn't get the real keys because I had flushed them down the toilet.

Needless to say, I should start every morning this way!

To be fair, I'd like to give the following heads-up to any fellow students attending the first 3-week program at Cornell University this summer: I will be blogging while I'm there. As I share my experiences for all the Internet to see, just be careful, because you might end up in my next post. (Future roommate, I fear for you the most. Get any strange habits out of your system while you still can!) In the meantime, hopefully, my experiences at Cornell will make for some interesting material to blog about. Can't wait!

...Do the neat freaks strike back with fancy Photoshop skills.