Clowning around

Last night, Sean and I were fortunate enough to be spectators at Kooza, Cirque du Soleil's most recent creation. It features the group returning to its roots of clowning and acrobatics. We decided to join in on the fun.

I did it!

I know. The last handful of my posts have been about my trials and tribulations of my final semester at USF. However, I'm happy to announce that this will be the last of such posts. Today, on the 14th of December 2007, I happily accepted my diploma and here's proof:

Thank you, USF. Now I owe you my life's salary in order to pay you back for the turmoil I endured over the past few years. However, it was kind of you to throw in the cap, gown, hood, and honors cord at no cost. Much appreciated.

Happy Dance

Just got word that (after many long, grueling hours slaving over my keyboard and suffering from some serious butt-fatigue) I finally passed my thesis. Hooray! A major kudos to Sean for being my spark for topic numero dos.

Although unrelated, here's a current favorite video to celebrate. Hope it makes you all laugh as much as it did for me.

Food therapy

As mentioned in my previous post, I started this past weekend with some disappointing news just one week after picking up my cap and gown. It was a low-blow, USF, telling me such devastating information on a Friday without any detail as to what went wrong or what I can do to fix it.

So what better way to pacify my sorrows but with food from the talented chefs of San Francisco. Sean and I had two good friends in town, Heidi and Nate, who welcomed my "need to feed" and supported me by joining in my feasting without reservation. We started with Hungarian sausages followed closely by Nuremberg sausages, washed down by a Hunter's Point Porter and some Bitburger-wannabe. The next day was spent snacking on fresh fruit, bread, and cheese from the Farmer's market, then on to New Mexican blue-corn enchiladas, finishing off the day's palette with family-style Eritrean food. Prior to their departure today, we took Heidi and Nate to dim-sum, a personal favorite, for more family-style dining.

My belly and my self-pity thanks you, San Francisco. You really know how to pick a girl up when she's down.

USF is not my friend

I don't think I've expressed on this blog my frustrations with USF, the program, the administration, the politics...but I shouldn't really complain, right? They helped me become licensed, they prepared me for my new role in the clinics, and they have steadily moved me towards the point of graduation this December without any hitches.

That is, until now.

I just found out (on a Friday night) that I did not pass my thesis.

HUGE bummer.