Scraps

"I was too big for this town. Can't believe that I was only seventeen, a Catholic punk who couldn't wait to scream... but come tomorrow, I'll be leaving this worn-out, worn-down place." -- Peter Cincotti

I'm moving, thus I'm packing, thus I'm paring my possessions down to the bare minimum. Tonight, I sorted through a Rubbermaid bin full of my college papers and notes. I recycled a lot, but of course, I found some interesting stuff -- some great memories, some painful memories, some hilarious exchanges, way too many notes passed during boring classes, and some things that were just plain strange. I ended my evening with a stack of clippings, and I decided to share the best of the best with all of you.

This was a poster from our Senior Fund advertising campaign, designed to appeal to everyone's inner dork. Its other stars included Brian Griffin, an xkcd stick figure, Dumbledore, Master Splinter, Doctor Who, Dark Helmet, Doc Brown, and Lambda Lambda Lambda, among many others.

This was a PowerPoint slide from a presentation I gave about scabies mites. It's the cleverest PowerPoint slide I've ever made and no PowerPoint slide I ever make in the future will ever live up to its awesomeness.

My 2007 Christmas card.

A fun afternoon in Engineering of Body Fluids lecture. I have no idea whose handwriting this is, but it was a pretty typical exchange for that class.

And two whole semesters of that class qualified its students to discuss exactly one scientific topic:

Some doodles that, after lots of hard work, many sleepless nights, and requisite refinements, won five of us an engineering design prize.

Some of our engineering design ideas were obviously better than others.

Another nonsensical design idea, though if Dan and I were actually able to get it off the ground, we could have retired to Hawaii within six months of graduation.

Kim and I thought this made perfect sense at the time, apparently.

My Lab III evaluation. Seems like senioritis had set in by that point, ya think?

My earliest foray into Lichtenstein pop art, doodled on the edge of my junior year schedule printout.

And last but not least, something that still holds true in my world.