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trickykittyI feel like the debutante at the unveiling ball. Paying for attendance to an all weekend cognitive psychology symposium is one thing, but then going to the after-party at one professor's home and then to dinner at a fancy ristorante afterwards is where it's all at.
As the only student (let along the only UNDERGRAD student) at the dinner was interesting in and of itself. Dinner was paid for by one of the professors with whom I don't even immediately work with, yet I am considered a participant in her lab due to strange (and lengthy) circumstances. Mind you, the "special" of the evening cost $24.50 for the main entree alone. I stuck to something simple (the manicotti at $11.50) which allowed me to not feel so bad when I also ordered the $2.00+ creme brulee for dessert to compliment my coffee while some others had coffee alone. Add to that a white russian and two glasses of red wine and I was in food heaven.
But wait, there's more. At the after party I had some wonderful shrimp and cheese and crackers which complimented my three glasses of wine. This is of importance because it brings me out of my Cancerian shell and allows me to participate in real discourse concerning whatever topic of discussion ensues. Of course the most interesting part was watching with amazement at the professors who discovered that I was merely an undergrad and soon to be putting in applications to grad schools across the country. Two of the professors at dinner were definately vying for my attention and I really thought they were about to start duking it out old-school style because they were so sure that they wanted my in Their school in Their lab. I think it was only out of decorum that they retained their dignity and refrained from school bashing talk.
Ah, to be loved among intellectual doctorate elite!
As the only student (let along the only UNDERGRAD student) at the dinner was interesting in and of itself. Dinner was paid for by one of the professors with whom I don't even immediately work with, yet I am considered a participant in her lab due to strange (and lengthy) circumstances. Mind you, the "special" of the evening cost $24.50 for the main entree alone. I stuck to something simple (the manicotti at $11.50) which allowed me to not feel so bad when I also ordered the $2.00+ creme brulee for dessert to compliment my coffee while some others had coffee alone. Add to that a white russian and two glasses of red wine and I was in food heaven.
But wait, there's more. At the after party I had some wonderful shrimp and cheese and crackers which complimented my three glasses of wine. This is of importance because it brings me out of my Cancerian shell and allows me to participate in real discourse concerning whatever topic of discussion ensues. Of course the most interesting part was watching with amazement at the professors who discovered that I was merely an undergrad and soon to be putting in applications to grad schools across the country. Two of the professors at dinner were definately vying for my attention and I really thought they were about to start duking it out old-school style because they were so sure that they wanted my in Their school in Their lab. I think it was only out of decorum that they retained their dignity and refrained from school bashing talk.
Ah, to be loved among intellectual doctorate elite!
Sounds like a smashing evening, Dahlink.
Date: 2005-03-08 11:37 pm (UTC)Mind if I friend you? No obligation to co-friend, of course. I am interested in AI myself, and would like to listen to your ramblings.
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Date: 2005-03-08 11:46 pm (UTC)Re: Sounds like a smashing evening, Dahlink.
Date: 2005-03-09 12:27 pm (UTC)