Sara's Canadian

Page

Hello, and welcome to my Canadian Aboot Me Page.

I don't know why you're looking at this page and I don't know why I'm writing it. I used to have a rant about aboutme pages that is still here. However, I've really gotten that bored, so I'm making the page.

It was argued that on my last aboutme page, I sounded too bubbly. I'm not bubbly. On this page, I'm going for the opposite of bubbly, whatever that is (flat? uncarbonated?). If you're still interested, here it is:

A Brief History of Sara...

On June 19, 1979, I was born in NY NY at some hospital. A child of the 70s, a flower child, if you will (no, not really). The 80s dawned quickly and I learned the hard truths of trickle-down economics. I attended a private school in East Manhattan (in fact, I think that was the name of the school).

When I turned 8, my parents skipped out on a year's tuition and transferred me to a public school called PS 11, which was prophetically in the intersection between Chelsea and Clinton. Facing the scrappy existence of a public school kid, I become a street rogue, stealthy yet tough. Actually, I got my butt kicked. You know how public school is.

I graduated from PS 11 at age 11 (how apropos!) and went on to JHS 104, where I continued to get my butt kicked for another two years. Then I went through another superfluous graduation and went to Stuyvesant High School. You can tell it's a school for geeks by the fact that it has a webpage. Anyway, I loved it there, or maybe I hated it... it's really hard to remember that far back. In any case, I met lots of people that liked math.

After another four years, I was judged to be a big enough geek to attend Harvard University. My, what a privilege. I realized at Harvard that math was really hard and maybe I didn't like it so much. That might be the most important thing I learned at Harvard, except for what some Nobel Laureates look like from very far away. I decided to concentrate (HARVARD TRANSLATOR -> major) in Applied Math anyway. Luckily, Applied Math has little do with math or really with anything in particular.

At Harvard, I lived in Weld for freshman year, then Leverett House for the next three years. This probably means a lot to you.

In December of my senior year, I received an acceptance to Stony Brook Medical School and promptly stopped doing work (no, not really... I'm way too big a knob for that). Unless fate interferes, I could be a doctor. Scary or exciting?

(the end?)

I have a little more for you if you've continued reading to this point.

Some things I like doing:

• My absolute favorite thing in the world to do is nothing. No kidding. I like to just sit around, maybe watch a little TV, knit a little, but basically just sit on my butt. It's great. But sometimes you have to break up the nothing with something. So there are a few things that I do.

• I like web stuff. I made the background to this page. I made a few others, but this was the only one that didn't make me nauseous. If you'd really like to throw up, but you're having trouble, go here. (The original wasn't animated, but you get the idea.)

• I like playing bridge. Or at least, I used to in another life. No, I'm not an old lady.

• I like making pointless lists. (This is a meta list item)

• I used to read a lot, I possibly still do. Except now it's stuff like Silent Spring for my classes. There's a list of books I like somewhere on this page, but I honestly don't remember where.

• Movies. They rock my virtual world. I have a really uninteresting movie page... feel free to visit. Why is the page called m.html instead of movie.html? It's a mystery and so are movies.

• Watching The Simpsons. Best show ever, Seinfeld is the only other one that comes close. I made a page for that too, which is tragically lame. OK, I wasted a lot of time freshman year. It was better than playing Quake.

• Music peaked for me during the 90s alternative era, but I'm still loving it. WBCN in Boston and KROCK in NYC. I love Weezer, can't stand Rage Against the Machine. God, do I have a music page too? This is getting pathetic.

• Playing random pointless games on my computer. Solitaire, minesweeper, freecell, hearts, spades, wordracer... the list of things I do to avoid real life goes on and on...

• Home. I love home. Let's go home. (I have no link to any home except for this one. What the hell are you talking about?)

This page is so over.