Crimson Pride

Yeesh, Dusty. Hold your horses.

Today at work, because Supervisor often doesn't remember, I announced to the Division, for maybe the third time what my plans are for next year. That I am going across the street to the School of Public Health. Concentration? Health policy. (Though I think it might be the quantitative track. Sometimes I forget what I've signed myself up for. Or that I'm even going to school). And everyone nicely humored me by smiling, though I believe we're all getting tired of (feigning) being happy for me. But work is one of the few places where I don't feel funny saying where I'm going in the fall, because nobody is impressed and nobody will give me a hard time. Quite simply: everyone there is better than I am.

This weekend was another story. Every other word that came from my friends' mouths (and there were a lot of them that gathered at the cabin) was Haaaaarvuhd. Is that why you're going to Harvard? How did you ever get into Harvard? I'm sorry I'm not fancy like Harvard. (This coming from future doctors and Kelso, who already has her master's and oh, works for a world renowned news organization) After explaining for the fortieth time that I was going to "fake Harvard" (it really is- it's the least pretentious degree possible), I've finally decided enough with the modesty. I have plenty of time for that in the fall, when I will literally be the least experienced and least smart kid in class, or after graduation, when I'll be even poorer than I am now, or heck, I have opportunities to be modest every single day at work, so yes, Dustin and the World, I am going to Harvard.

PS. Just as how I had to get hit by a truck the Monday I was supposed to randomize data, so out of all the collaborators and contractors we work with, and all the ways that one could possibly get hurt, it had to be our transcriptionist who broke her wrist this weekend. She's having surgery tomorrow. With all the busyness at work piling on and all the other extracurriculars that I'm behind on, whenever I needed a break today, I just thought about the poor girl, and smiled, and smiled, and smiled. That's not so wrong is it? Of course not, wrong doesn't get you into Harvard.