Thoughts on Northwestern University

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Today marked the end of my first official week as a graduate student at Northwestern University. For those who don’t know, I am enrolled in the university’s School of Education and Social Policy, working towards getting my Master of Science degree in secondary education with a focus on teaching social sciences.

Classes started last Tuesday, which means I’ve had a full week of class so far.

Overall, I’m satisfied with how Northwestern University is. I used to be a undergraduate student at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, so a lot of my classes had hundreds of students crammed inside a lecture hall, during which we would all robotically take the exact same notes on our notebooks or laptops, then leave the hall in unison. Northwestern’s classes are a lot smaller, and it has more of a personal feel to it.

I’m taking two classes this quarter, one history course and one education course. My history course seems a lot like a regular lecture, but with a lot more interactive and inquisitorial aspects. My education course is laid out as a complete discussion, where everyone is encouraged (and somewhat required) to participate in the class, which is laid out more as a conversation than as a lecture.

The environment at Northwestern has a different feel as well. It seems like students here are here to actually study, while students in Madison seem to be there to have fun and enjoy their time. It’s also a lot less busy, and the number of people exponentially decreases as the day gets darker (as opposed to Madison, where more people tend to come out during the night).

Another thing I’ve noticed is that Northwestern students appear to have a lot more pride, as noticed by their choice of attire. In Madison, there are a lot of people wearing UW-Madison-related clothing, but percentage-wise, Northwestern’s is significantly higher. I’m not sure if this is because it’s early on in the quarter or not, but the difference is so drastic that it was one of the first things I noticed.

One unfortunate thing about my situation is that I’m a commuter student. I chose to commute rather than to live on campus to save money, and because I’m taking classes only three days out of seven. The drive to Northwestern is over an hour, but when comparing housing costs versus gas and hour/investment costs, commuting is still significantly cheaper. I also have a parking spot that’s relatively far away from the main campus – about a mile and a half – but there is a free shuttle service that drops me off in the heart of the campus.

Being a commuter student does mean that I’ll be participating in a lot fewer Northwestern-related events because I’m not always there on campus, but the environment overall seems to be a lot more friendly and communication-inducing because there are a lot fewer people around.

 

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Movie Review: “We’re the Millers”

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Last week, I watched the 2013 comedy film We’re the Millers, starring Jason Sudeikis, Jennifer Aniston, and Emma Roberts. My decision to watch this movie came from its relatively high rating on IMDb, as well as its inclusion in IMDb’s most popular comedies.

The main plot features David, a drug dealer who, due to unfortunate circumstances, is ordered by his boss to travel to Mexico to pick up some marijuana and transport it across the border into the United States. David is sure that if he does this by himself, he will get caught by border patrol.

David realizes that happy families are never questioned. Although he’s single and doesn’t have a family of his own, he decides to create a fake family with others in his everyday life to portray himself as a father, rather than a drug dealer.

Upon arriving at Mexico, David has something unexpected waiting for him. However, due to improbable and humorous luck, he manages to successfully complete the job – or so he thought. David and his “family” begin running into problems that delay their trip.

One particular thing I liked about this movie is how it brings together two seemingly contradictory themes – drugs and family – into a humorous plot. Although a lot of the events are unbelievable, the movie does a great job taking some particular conflicts and somehow making them seem realistic. Overall, the comedy is witty and relateable, and it makes you realize how much of a great time you can have with your family.

 

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“We still need more parts.”

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For those of you curiously keeping up with the unfolding of the epic tale of my laptop repair, I have another update.

As I mentioned in my previous blog post, I received a phone call from Dell. As a side note, they were supposed to call me the morning following my complaint at 10 AM, which they definitely did not do, but the call still came eventually.

Dell ordered some parts to their repair facility – parts that they originally thought would fix the problem. When those parts arrived last week, the technician apparently installed those parts, and my laptop was still not fully fixed. According to the new customer service representative who called me today (who claimed to be some sort of supervisor or manager), after replacing those parts, my laptop still would not turn on.

So, they had to diagnose the problem again, and came up with some more parts that they would be able to replace. This time, it is supposedly some cables that might be defective. Dell claims that those cables were also out of stock, have been ordered, and should be arriving at the repair facility before the end of this week. However, the arrival time was an estimate, and could possibly take longer.

I was told that I would be receiving a phone call around October 2 with another update.

So now we wait.

(Again.)

 

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Re: “Daily Post: Celebrate Good Times”

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You receive some wonderful, improbable, hoped-for good news. How do you celebrate?

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/25/daily-prompt-celebration/

Because of my somewhat utilitarian and opportunity-based style of living, I actually don’t really celebrate much, even when I receive great news. When it happens, I generally accept it, feel happy for a bit, then move on and continue with what I was doing. If anything, my way of celebrating is to leave some time out for later so I can do some thinking and planning about how this great news will affect me.

Some people wonder how I manage to get along without having any parties or celebrations, but that’s where my opportunity-based style of living comes along. It’s not that I don’t celebrate, it’s more that I let celebrations come to me and I don’t take any extra effort to make them happen.

In terms of my own parties, I don’t have actual parties, but moments of relaxation everyday – I guess you could call them micro parties. Each evening or night, I rest, relax, do something fun, and eat some ice cream and other snacks. I’d rather do this and split up my fun among all days of the week, rather than have a huge party at the end of the week.

Yes, this also means that I also don’t have parties during times most other people do, like my birthday. Instead of meeting up with all my friends at once during a party, I’d rather meet up in smaller groups when the opportunities arise. Some people like to buy themselves gifts when it’s their birthday; I, on the other hand, buy myself “gifts” whenever I see something I need on sale.

 

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Re: “Daily Post: Non Sequitur”

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Note: for this Daily Post assignment, I decided to put the prompt at the end rather than at the top, because I feel reading the prompt before reading the post will act as a spoiler.

Jonas entered the library with a skip in his step. Earlier that day, his teacher complimented him for being a great reader, and encouraged him to keep reading. Jonas took his reacher’s advice to heart, and sprinted straight to the library after school. He wanted to get the biggest, thickest, hardest books so he could become the best reader in the world.

While scanning the shelves, he came across a 2,000-page encyclopedia. He instantly knew this was the one. Even the name of the book was beautiful: Britannica. Jonas and Britannica – it was meant to be. He brought it up to the circulation desk to check it out.

“I’m sorry, young lad, but you cannot check out reference materials.”

Jonas stood there thinking about what the lady had just said. Then it clicked. He knew what was happen­ing. He had seen it in movies before. It was a forbidden love. The love between Jonas and Britannica was forbidden.

Jonas knew exactly what to do next. The movies he’s seen taught him well. He had to run away with his true love. He had to run away with Britannica.

He carefully looked toward the exit. There was an obstacle blocking the path to freedom and true love. There was a young girl standing by the door, looking out. Jonas sized her up – only about four feet tall, not much larger than he was. He made the decision. He believed in himself. He could do it.

He dug his heels into the ground, then sprang forward. He began sprinting head-on towards the exit. The lady at the check-out desk began calling out for him, but he didn’t care. She just wanted to hold him back from his destiny.

The obstacle got closer and closer. “Britannica, we will get through this together,” Jonas whispered. He held the encyclopedia at head height and charged forward. As he approached the obstacle, the book collided with the back of her head, causing her to topple over like a bowling pin. She shrieked out in pain and confusion, but Jonas didn’t care. The noise was just another attempt at the world trying to stop him from achieving his ultimate fate.

The path was clear. As Jonas charged through the door and the book passed through the magnetic sensors, sirens started going off. “Wow, this love must be REALLY forbidden if even the police and FBI are after me,” Jonas thought to himself. He began the sprint back home. He never looked back, not even to notice that he had accidentally dropped Britannica in the parking lot on his way out.

Five minutes later, Jonas arrived back at his house.

“How was school?” his mother asked.

“It was great, my teacher made me really happy today!” Jonas replied.

“What did he do to make you so happy?” she asked.

“He tried to hit me with a forklift!”

Write a post about anything you’d like, but be sure to include this sentence somewhere in the final paragraph: “He tried to hit me with a forklift!”

Source: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/23/daily-prompt-nonsequitur/

 

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“We need to protect the data on your hard drive.”

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I have another update about my broken laptop.

Before last Tuesday, my laptop’s repair was on hold because Dell was waiting for a replacement part to come in stock. The part arrived last Tuesday, so my laptop was released from hold and the repair process began again.

Since then, I had no updates from Dell, neither through phone nor through the website’s status check interface.

I called Dell earlier today to ask them what was going on. The woman who answered the phone claimed that my laptop was still on hold. I let her know that my laptop was released from hold last Tuesday and the repair had already begin, so I was calling to find out why it’s taken six days to fix my laptop so far with­out any success.

She said that the laptop was forwarded to the escalation crew, and she would speak with her supervisor to find out the reason for the long repair time.

When she said “speak with my supervisor,” I think she meant to say “ask my supervisor for help with coming up with an excuse so this customer stops complaining.”

She came back.

“The repair is taking a very long time because it is an in-depth and complex repair, and we need to take extra precautions to ensure that the data on your hard drive is safe.”

Well, that’s great.

But I already know that my data is safe.

Because I took out my hard drive before sending my laptop in to Dell.

My hard drive is literally sitting right next to me, on my desk.

After sharing this information with her, and accusing her of blatantly lying to me, she began profusely apologizing (which I didn’t care for, seeing has her apologies have no significance to me), and claimed that they need 24 hours to find out what’s really going on with my laptop. She says somebody will call me back tomorrow at around 10 AM.

Probably not the best idea to lie to me about computers, seeing as I was a former computer technician myself, am still qualified enough to be one, and could probably fix my own laptop in half an hour if I had access to all the replacement parts.

So now we wait.

 

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