This post will hopefully be the first of many. I am writing with the intention of informing those whom I care about of my experiences here at the University of Maine. So, please, sit back, relax, and continue to follow my Comp-Sci Saga.
For those of you who do not know, I was accepted into a summer-internship program called “Research Experience for Undergraduates” (shortened to REU) located at the University of Maine. The program is financially sponsored by the Department of Defense (DoD) and the National Science Foundation (NSF) so that undergraduates, such as myself, will have a chance to get hands-on, real, research experience. But before I explain how technical things are becoming, allow me to rewind, and describe the last 48 hours.
May 30th 3:45pm MST
I have been packing my room since 10am and I have not eaten lunch. It is at the point where everything I need for Maine is in 2 bags, and everything else in the room must go! I am running around my room, my kitchen, and bathroom finding the last bits of everything and putting them into the last box I have available. I was supposed to be completely out of my room 40min ago. Finally, after every last item is in the box, and all the furniture is wiped down, I make 3 runs to and from my car with arm-loads of items. At last, I call my R.A. Alyss, and she makes her inspections, we chat for a bit, and she walks me down to my car, both of us carrying the last of my things. We make our goodbyes, and I drive away from Centennial Towers, knowing I will not be returning into the building for a long time.
May 30th 4:45pm MST
I then make my way to pick up a newly made friend Allison, as we had planned earlier to meet and talk over Jamba Juice. After a fairly short, but pleasant visit, I realize I’m running low on time, so I decide to drop her off, and then take my things to the storage unit. Thankfully, unloading my car by myself wasn’t too terrible as there were push-carts available. The whole processes of taking things out of the car, bringing them up the elevator and then packing them again took around 40 minutes. All the while I am making phone calls to my best friend-girls Sara Snyder and Abby Johnson, trying to figure out my schedule for the day.
May 30th 5:30pm MST
I am done packing and am left with 2 bags ready for Maine, and a stack of blankets in my car. I had planned on mailing them to myself, however, after talking to my parents, I realize that this plan is impossible, as all shipping locations are closed on Sunday. Instead, I improvise and buy a large duffel bag at Target. Here is where things started to get a little crazy. I am trying to meet Abby at 6:30pm so we will be able to go Tango dancing, but I also need to say goodbye to Sara, in person. Sara is a 15min drive from campus, and it is now 6:00pm. I haul ass to the mall where Sara and her boyfriend, Rob, are located, and we talk over me scarfing down a slice of Sbarro pizza. 10 minutes pass faster than I thought possible, and I am again back on the road realizing I’m not going to see my best friend for quite some time.
May 30th 6:40pm MST
I am late for when I told Abby I would meet, but thankfully, she’s not doing a whole lot and is still on campus. I park and lock my car for the summer, and Joel, Abby’s boyfriend, helps me load stuff into their car. The 3 of us drive to Cheesman Park (picture from google images), where day 3 of the Denver Tango Festival is going on. There were about 200 people dancing inside this glorious gazebo. Imagine this dance floor crowded to the point where you’re less than 1ft from any other couple dancing, throw in a beautiful sunset, and 2 great friends, and you’ve got a glimpse of my evening.
May 31st 12:00am MST
I am exhausted. The day, as mentioned above, has been non-stop since 10am, and I have yet to eat anything except that slice of pizza from Sbarro. Yes, a Burger King was open on the other side of security, but my flight boards in 10min, and there is no time to make it back. Not even a convenience store was open for me to buy water from. I briefly talk with my family on skype, but all I want to do is pass out due to my hunger, busy day, and crazy night before (details not mentioned here, but let’s just say it was my last night at college as a sophomore). Headphones in, ready to collapse, I board the plane.
May 31st 6:20am EST
I am now drifting in and out of sleep, in a chair, outside the gate of my next flight in Philadelphia, PA. Attempts at sleep during my flight from Denver were futile as I have been situated between two decently large men for the last 6 hours. In 40min, I can eat food (as the shops open up) and in about 2 hours I will fly to Bangor, Maine. The aggregate of all 15min sessions of sleep I managed throughout the night (and this morning in the chair) sums to about 100 minutes. A small coffee, croissant, and water bottle later, and I’m on a plane to Maine.
May 31st 11:00am EST
Bangor International Airport is one of, if not the, smallest airports I have ever been in. How they claim to be an international airport, I do not know. After passing the security barrier, I checked the electronic reader board to find which baggage claim my thing would be at, but then I looked up and realized there were only 2 claims to choose from. Upon looking up, I also realized that Sara’s descriptions of “Maine-ards” is correct. She noted that not many people in Maine have much of a sense of fashion, and the airport served perfectly as an exemplar, showcasing a variety of outfits, most including sweatpants. I call Yifeng, the REU program director, to ensure that I still have a ride from the airport to the university. Robert, a graduate student arrives a few minutes later, asking me, “you look like you’re waiting for someone?”
May 31st 12:00am EST
I say goodbye to Robert and step foot into the Delta Tau Delta fraternity house. Here is kindof a cruddy photo of the house to give you a sense of what it looks like. I’ll try and get a better picture up when I get my camera. I look around the living room, not sure who to talk to or what to say, but with Robert gone, I introduce myself. Shortly thereafter, I meet Bill, who remembers that the REU students are moving into the house today, and gets some brothers to clean up. About 25min later he presents to me a room, now with a desk, bed, and a shelves in it. I spend the next hour un-packing my things. This is where things finally start to calm down.
May 31st Afternoon EST
Eventually a car pulls up in front of the DTD house, and a girl and her mother are soon in the lobby downstairs. After her and her mom make a trip or two up stairs with her things, I introduce myself, and offer to help carry stuff up; we live on the second floor. Once everything had been taken up, Katherine and her mother offer me a ride to the grocery store, and I eagerly accept. Recall that the only things I have eaten since 10am the previous morning have been: jamba juice, a slice of pizza, a croissant, and a small coffee. I buy some necessities for the room, and fridge. We return with plenty of groceries, and I eat nearly $15.00 in snacks.
May 31st 5:30pm EST
Finally there is some food in my stomach and I have taken a 40min nap! I am temporarily refreshed. By this time, I have met most of the brothers living in the house for the summer (there’s about 8 to 12) and we’re all getting along quite well. Being a fraternity member myself, we all quickly bond, and I am invited to come to a Chinese Buffet. The buffet is not of the best quality, but food never tasted so good. I destroyed 2 full plates of noodles, beef, chicken, fruit, etc… The 8 of us all pay on separate bills and return home.
May 31st Nighttime EST
There are now 4 other REU participants in the frat house. Katherine, whom I met earlier, just finished her freshman year at RIT (Rochester Institute of Technology) and is a volleyball player. Brianna, a soon-to-be senior CS major is from Southern Maine, and is pretty quiet. Gerry, is in his 30s, has his B.A. in theater, and just recently decided to return to school for a B.S. in computer science. Conversation is a little odd between the four of us, but we bond pretty quickly, realizing we’ll be spending the next 10 weeks together as neighbors. The frat brothers decide to “celebrate” veterans day and everyone winds up hanging out between rooms, in the hallway. Before you know it, a game of beer pong is started, and everyone’s having a pretty good time. I play two games of pong and a card game called “asshole.” The brothers are hilarious, and everyone seemed to have a great night socializing. At last, I find 8 hours of solace in my bed.
part 2 to be written tomorrow…