Summer 2014 Officially Begins

Each passing semester of school feels like a new chapter for me, but summers are usually markedly different. It couldn’t feel any more like summer now that I live steps away from the beach and an increasingly crowded boardwalk! I love hearing all the beach-goers walking by and being reminded that San Diego is the best place to be in the summer (I hope to remember this once June gloom sets in). I am definitely looking forward to all of the free weekends I currently have on the calendar…it has been months since I’ve seen one of those! Lastly, I am excited for a change of schedule, even though it means waking up at 6 am. Maximize daylight hours, right? My favorite thing about school being out is no little voice in the back of  my head reminding me that I should be studying, but this summer I must keep listening to it as I have to study for the GRE!  As annoying as studying in the summer is, I am also doing a full-time internship – which is basically like getting paid to learn! Joe and I now work at the same company (though we are across the campus from each other) and can take embarrassing (and blurry) “first day of work together” pictures like this.

first day of work

Let summer 2014 begin!

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A Visit to the Carlsbad Flower Fields

Flower Fields

For most of my life I have staunchly declared that I hate flowers. They don’t last long enough, they are a waste of money, and they are certainly not useful. My dislike was strong enough that different dates have often given me chocolate instead of the customary flowers (although I graciously accepted flowers when they were unaware). As I think about visiting the flower fields as a young child, I am reminded of a feeling of extreme boredom. Strolling through fifty acres of Rananculus flowers? For hours? I don’t think the 1,500 square foot green house filled with Poinsettias held my attention either. Not even the views of the Pacific Ocean from the fields could impress me at that age. Perhaps the tractor ride would have been fun, but at $5 a person my parents would not have taken me on it.


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