1st year of a doctorate program? piece of cake.

I SURVIVED! Booya! (ps why did people stop using this word all the time?  it sums up my feelings so perfectly).  it is over.  i have survived my first year in boston.  and despite all the complaining and the dramatic episodes, it actually wasn't too bad.  and i even managed to have a little bit of fun.  this whole experience reminds me of my first day of kindergarten, minus the nap time but with double the amount of animal crackers.  after our last final we wet to our friend's apartment and celebrated the freedom and the idea of finally having a summer.  after being in school for two years straight i think we deserve it.  

 

  

before i snapped this momento of our last final i actually said the words "you guys are going to want this picture one day!"  and thus i started to turn into my mother.

        

Paul and i share a birthday, one which was ruined by studying for neuroscience all day.  but if your birthday is terrible that means that things can only get better, right?