Monday, August 27, 2012

Stalker Chick


I am stalking the UPS man.

Like little children following the flight plan of Santa Claus via NORAD, I check the UPS website almost hourly trying to determine the exact location of goods I have ordered online. (http://www.norad.mil/about/Santa.html) FYI - It's not helping.

I’m not normally this obsessed with tracking a package online.  My short term memory has been kind of fuzzy lately.  I order something, forget about it, then I get a nice surprise a couple of days later when it finally arrives.  Not this time.  I’m hunting this package with the tracking prowess that would make my Native American ancestors proud. 

Why all the hunting, searching and tracking? Meet my nemesis:

Code Name: Twin XL aka The Prison Bed


This is the most uncomfortable bed that I have had the misfortune to sleep upon.  It looks like something out of a prison movie, doesn’t it? I think that maybe Harvard got a bulk discount from Prison Mattresses Unlimited.  All I know is that I wake up in the morning feeling like I’ve been wrestling a bear.  It was so bad, that I woke up in the middle of the night last week and immediately placed an online order for a memory foam mattress topper. 

Ordinarily, I would have gone to a local store to buy a mattress topper to get some relief, but this topper wasn’t stocked in stores!!  It *had* to be ordered online. Fine. I’ll do whatever it takes to slay this beast known as Twin XL.  Sears.com estimated delivery in three days from the date of order! BINGO! I could place the order, not pay expedited shipping charges and get delivery within the same time frame. The universe was smiling upon me…until Sears processed my order and extended the shipping window to FIVE to SEVEN business days.  The bastards!

So, I suffer…and stalk the UPS man.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Old Lady


When I was younger and used to joke with my mom and dad about being old, they would tell me “If you keep getting up in the morning, one day that old lady will be sitting on your front porch.”

Voila! The old lady is now camped out on my front porch and she’s wearing a Harvard Kennedy School Mid-Career T-shirt that has been bedazzled.  There’s no escaping it…in the world of full time graduate students, I’m old.  

What made me make this realization, you ask?  It was the ice cream social hosted by the graduate dorm in which I’m staying.  (I’m sure I’ll write a more involved post about dorm living. Stay tuned!) Every person I spoke with was between the ages of 24 and 27.  They’re all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and with bedtimes after 1a.m.   They’ve decorated their dorm rooms with leftovers from their undergraduate days.  They have never lived alone long enough to fully appreciate not having to share a living space with strangers.  Don’t get me wrong, they’re all nice enough, but I feel like I’ve been slapped in the face with the term “old lady” and it smarts!

To add to my awareness of age, today I was able to connect with my manager from my first job.  I’m not referencing my first job out of college, I’m talking about my first job that I had as a teenager.  I connected with her on LinkedIn a while ago and right now we’re in the same area. I had not seen this inspiring woman in over 20 years! To paraphrase one of my Chinese classmates “Wow! That’s over two complete cycles of the Chinese calendar! That’s a long time!”  Thank you Harvard University for making sure I had that global prospective on the passage of time. :)

My time with her was amazing.  I’ve always looked up to her because she was feisty, opinionated, held her own in the male dominated banking industry and because she genuinely cared for her employees.  She had always been a trendsetter and as CEO of her own company she continues to set trends and blaze trails.  When she last saw me, I was a hardworking yet naïve teenager who had no definitive college plans.  I know that I was extremely fortunate to be able to tell her personally of the impact that she had on my life.

While I felt like a little old lady (the original meaning of LOL, mind you) there was something powerful about seeing my personal development through the eyes of someone who wasn’t there for the intermediate steps. She saw the diamond in the rough when she hired me 22 years ago and today she was able to see quite a bit more of the sparkle.

I may be older than these hard-bodied-party-all-night-full-time-graduate-student youngsters, but that’s OK. They’ve got to live a wee bit longer before they can have one of these awesome “blast from the past” moments and truly appreciate it.

Wisdom trumps youth. Always.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Cape Cod Day Trip


I seriously considered not writing this post. 

It’s not that I didn’t want to write it, but how in the heck am I supposed to capture so much awesomeness with my limited vocabulary!?

Once again, I am humbled by the generosity of the people that I’ve met here at Harvard.  Yesterday, a classmate opened up his vacation home on Cape Cod for the members of our class that have decided to stay in the area during “summer break”.  (There is a two week break between the Summer Program aka Boot Camp and the official beginning of the Fall Semester.)  It was only a day trip, but well worth the 2 hour drive!

The first thing I asked about upon arrival was about sharks.  I’m not kidding.  Earlier this summer (July 30th to be exact) there was attack by a 12 foot great white shark on a swimmer in the same town. I needed to know my odds of being shark food before I got too happy about the prospect of frolicking in the water.  Our gracious host confirmed that yes, the incident happened in the same town, but 1.) The guy that got bitten was swimming with seals, who are real shark food and 2.) We’d be swimming on the bay side of the Cape and not the Atlantic side and sharks don’t come into the bay. (Do they have a ‘keep out’ sign written in shark?  Water is water, right?!) 


Sharks: Keep Out! I'm trying to swim over here!

After our afternoon of hanging out on the beach, we went back up to the house were we feasted on an American Style Cook-out with some raw oysters thrown in to keep it New England Style.  I didn’t get a pic, but we had two adorable helpers help us to finish the cookout with s’mores.  

raw materials
finished product
 
 
Like I said, I didn’t think I’d do the greatest job trying to articulate how special the day was.  After relocating, cramming 14 weeks of instruction into 14 class days, having all my free time be scheduled with compulsory and “optional” activities, missing home and family, it was nice to get away among new friends, listen to the waves and replenish my vitamin D stores.  Even The Lame Foot calmed down and allowed me to walk with almost no limp. Yay!

Needless to say, we closed it down!

Actual sunset from the day's festivities

Monday, August 13, 2012

Food, glorious FOOD!


Last night 30 of my classmates and I descended up on a Sri Lankan/South Indian restaurant about 20 minutes from the campus. A classmate organized the outing because he feels that it is important to experience a society’s culture through its food. He also feels that it is important to get out of the cocoon of Harvard Square. The purpose of this outing was to enjoy an ethnic cuisine, while also to learning more about the culture of the food.

Oh my goodness, where do I start? It was a small out of the way place surrounded by cemeteries, and I’m not sure we would have been able to find it without the voice from above saying “In 300 feet, turn left.”  

The food was great.  Since it was a small place, it had been arranged for us to try several Sri Lankan specialties family style. There were six of us seated at my table.  It was like eating in grandma’s dining room, even down to the clear plastic cover over the table cloth!  The first course was lamb soup.  Personally, I didn’t see or taste any lamb but that may have been because the pepper in the soup had seared a hole in my tongue!  YOWZA!  I like spicy food, but this ‘young grasshopper’ had to pace herself. The mango juice I was offered cut through the spice like a hot knife through butter.  Yay!

 
Lamb soup

The second dish was Chicken 65.  Don’t ask me why it was named that.  I just know that it was tasty.  It was served with coconut bread.  (Cultural insight: South Indian/Sri Lankan food is rice based.  The breads are made with rice flour or rice flour and coconut.  No wheat!)


Chicken 65
Coconut bread (savory)

Then they just kept bringing out the dishes. 
 
Pumpkin Curry (mango juice in the background!)
Okra
An AMAZING dry fish curry

Coconut dish
Lentils



And we kept eating…I think there were 3 dishes that we ate before I could snap a picture. Oops!

After dinner, the proprietress, host, and chef Premila gave a short speech about her journey to the US.  She is a Sri Lankan Tamil, the minority group in Sri Lanka.  Since 1983, the Tamils had been in a civil war with the Sinhalese. (The civil war lasted for over 25 years before ending in 2009.) She spoke of how her baby brother was killed in a military bombing of a church playground and spoke vaguely of the atrocities of war that she witnessed first-hand. (As a condition of her being able to flee, she is not to speak against the Sri Lankan government. She did not speak against the government at all, but I’ve read books about war. She didn’t have to say much for me to paint an accurate picture.)
A dear, dear friend of mine is a Sri Lankan Tamil.  Her family was fortunate enough to have the resources to flee to their home at the very beginning of the war, so this was the first time I had the opportunity to hear a first person account of what had happened there. Regardless of whether or not you feel the LTTE was a terrorist organization, there were tremendous civilian Tamil casualties that need to be acknowledged and addressed. Sri Lanka is a country that needs to be rebuilt and healed after 25+ years of continuous war.

Last night was a something that the Harvard classrooms cannot teach.  They’re good, but a student can only learn so much through case studies and analysis.  Everyone at the dinner was touched in some way. How often does a humble neighborhood restaurant get the opportunity to host a group of 30+ world leaders in the making?  We are the future leaders that care about public policy and human rights abuse and who will be in a position to do something about it.  She was thankful to have a rapt audience and we were honored to hear her story.

Although an experience like our dinner cannot be replicated, I’m already looking forward to the next outing.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

A Bad Romance


My love affair with ZipCar is over.

The idea behind ZipCar is great.  I’m able to rent a car by the hour, after conveniently booking the car online or through the app on my phone.  It’s all great until someone decided to not play by the rules. Today, I booked a car for 2 hours. From 12:30PM until 2:30PM, if you’d like for me to be exact about the timing.

Well, at 2PM I finally called off the reservation. (I had to call because if I were to cancel it online, there would have been a chance that I would have been hit with the “same-day” cancellation fee of $6.50. It was bad enough that I was threatened with a $3.50 charge for asking to speak to a representative.)

In ZipCar’s defense, they did leave me a message at 12:23PM indicating that the car was going to be 15-20 minutes late.  Since, I knew that I had booked a little cushion time into my reservation (like the responsible ZipCar user that I am,) I was willing to wait the 15 minutes ESPECIALLY since I was already at the garage waiting for the car.  Also in their defense, the first time I called, they said that I could rent a car or take a taxi for up to $200 and that I’d be reimbursed at a later date.  This is what really gets my knickers into a thong-like bunch…

By the time this offer was made, it was already 45 minutes past the start time of my reservation. I’ve got an angry The Lame Foot ® and I can’t stand for extended periods of time, hence renting a car instead of riding the bus! After 45 minutes, I was late for whatever I had planned.  Not only that, I’m asked to pony-up up to $200 dollars of my money interest-free. The last time I rented a car, there was a $500 hold put on my credit card until I had returned the car. So, right now, my funds can be tied up for up to $700 because the car is late. To add insult to injury, I currently live in Harvard Square where there is extremely limited parking. Where in the hell am I supposed to park the rental car that’s rented by the day instead of the hour?!!?

According to the ZipCar rules and fines, the delinquent driver can be charged up to $150 for returning the car late with an additional charge of $20 if they fail to return the car without at least a quarter of a tank of fuel.  So, ZipCar has the potential to earn $170 from this mess, and I’m only comp’d my 2 hour rental which was $18.59. Now if my math serves me right, they have little financial incentive to make sure that I’m happy and driving at 12:30PM, which makes me unhappy.

I don’t think it’s unreasonable to expect a little more than 2 free driving hours and a couple of insincere sounding “we’re sorry-s.”  I was patient.  I waited because I know that things happen, but ZipCar really needs to evaluate their policies and how they should respond when presented with an inconvenienced and upset customer.

It was good while it lasted…but the thrill is gone baby, the thrill is gone.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Two Appointments


I’m supposed to be doing Econ and Quant homework, so I guess this post falls into the category of procrastination!

The summer boot camp is starting to wind down. Tomorrow is the last day of instruction and finals are next week. I don’t know how Harvard did it, but I think they altered the space-time continuum. How can one month seem like forever, yet go by so quickly?  I’m going to have to find out how they did it…and patent it. That way I can become rich and repay my student loans.

Today, I had two important appointments. The first one was with a faculty member to analyze my course selection for the upcoming year. I liken the course catalog to a buffet where you can only choose 4 items on each trip, but some of the items on the buffet are generically labeled. For example, the label may say “glazed orange vegetable”.  I look at it and I think it might be carrots (which I detest) but the color’s a little off, so I consider it might sweet potatoes.  I load up my plate thinking I’m going to chow down on some glazed sweet potato and it’s actually butternut squash! It’s not that I don’t like butternut squash; it just wasn’t what I was expecting….and I can’t return it to the buffet! I’m stuck with it. The course catalog lists “The Art of Communication” But upon closer inspection, it is progressively difficult political speech writing and delivery, with a *filmed* mock TV interview concerning a crisis situation. In the interview we are expected deflect ad-hoc questions like Wonder Women deflects bullets with her magic bracelets i.e., with poise and professionalism expectant of a graduate of Harvard University.  Uh..OK??!

The second appointment was with Health Services.  The Lame Foot is still quite upset with me. I can’t get the swelling under control, it hurts to go up and down stairs and throbs like a toothache at night. I don’t have my car here with me, so I’m expected to walk most places. I’ve been here a month with 9 more walking intensive months to go, so I don’t see the situation getting better. Until I get in to see the orthopedist next week, I’m supposed to R.I.C.E it. Rest, Ice, Compression (in those ugly white compression stockings) and elevate.  It really puts a damper on the things, but I need take care of sooner than later.  I think there is a cortisone shot and some more physical therapy in my immediate future.

Just for the record, I haven’t been taken many pictures of my time here. I plan to get better about taking pictures and posting them…but until then, here’s a pic that was taken of me at the JFK Forum on the second day of class. We had 15 seconds to share something about ourselves that wasn’t a part of our resumes.


"My name is Michelle Hood, from Chicago USA, and I am a chocaholic."

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Lessons Learned


This was the week of “mid-terms” for the summer boot camp that I’ve been enduring for the past couple of weeks. There are only 2 weeks left of boot camp, before I have about two weeks off before the fall semester starts. On the evening of my Quantitative mid-term, my AWESOME quant instructor Selin had our class over for a Turkish feast.  Oh. My. GUT! Not only is Selin the sweetest, bad-ass roller derby-ing mathematician that I’ve ever met, but she can burn in the kitchen! Stuffed eggplant, lentils with mint, spinach pie, meat pie, meatballs, red lentil balls with cumin, tabouli, Turkish quiche and bottles and bottles of red wine. 

Which leads to me the things that I have learned this week:
 
1.      Red wine is off limits.  Possibly forever.  Let’s just say that I couldn’t get up the next morning for my 7:50AM class.  I barely made it to my 9AM class.  One glass (yes, it was only one) is not worth that kind of suffering. UGH!

2.      The Lame Foot still hates me. On the night of the dinner, I think I walked a total of 2 miles. The Lame Foot let its displeasure be known immediately, and several days later it’s still letting me know who’s large (swollen) and in charge!

3.      I am a princess.  Air-conditioning is now required of all future living arrangements. I’m not kidding.  I’m tired of being hot, sweaty and bloated because of the heat.  I will not give you the details of the itchy/scratchy heat rash that I had to go along with the discomfort of just being hot and hung over. Use your imagination, then multiply by a factor of two.

4.      Last, but not least, I learned that I’ve got some pretty awesome classmates.  The wine loosened some tongues and made for a more festive atmosphere. We’re an eclectic and motley group from the four corners of the earth, but somehow it works.

Although the first three lessons were not fun to learn, they made lesson four COMPLETELY worth it. Hang over, heat rash and foot hate aside, I had quite an enjoyable evening. I look forward to our next outing because I’ll be bringing the white wine!