Okay, I apologize if this post comes out messed up. I have to manually enter it into the database, since all of a sudden WP has decided to throw so many errors my way that I can’t get to any of the admin screens. I don’t have the patience or the time to figure it out, so it’ll have to wait.
I keep meaning to update and say: “I got a job!!!” It’s here in Kingston, in the rat lab I’ve been working in all year. I was so excited about being here, being with only a few people (and therefore having a closer-knit group), etc.
keyword: was
I can’t even begin to explain the past week. That’s mostly because I can’t for the life of me figure out what happened and why. Let’s just say that it would seem I’m in a fight with one of the people who’d be here this summer, and that I’m royally confused, hurt and PISSED. A small aside: it’s amazing how much you find out about a person when you’re pissed at them. Gossipy girls are fun.
But yes…I’ve realised a few things. Firstly, this was the person I was going to tell about the things that happened last year (ick) so that…someone knows. I dunno. Now, I just don’t trust him/her. I seemed to have it in my head that we were somewhat good friends, and I’ve realised (s)he knows NOTHING about me, and vice-versa. Almost everything we know about each other is academic.
I’ve been so upset, not just because of the fight and the accompanying “I’ve-lost-a-friend” paranoia, but because I was starting to realise that if I stay in this city, I might end up all alone and completely devastated. I mean, seriously, some of the people who will be here include the abovementioned jackass who, based on his/her comment(s), clearly doesn’t want me around; the guy who’s married to his computer (okay, we all know that one’s Aidan); the bitch who quite intentionally hurts me any chance she gets, attempts to steal prospective boyfriends, tries to undermine everyone, thinks she’s all that, clearly has issues that she projects onto others, and so much more; and the person who’s only a few blocks away and yet I don’t know where, and knowing that kills me in a way I could never describe (and has just again made me tear up in the middle of the computer lab…nice).
Now, the turnaround.
I applied before to the Discover McGill Behavioural Neuroscience Undergraduate Summer Training Program. To apply, you fill out their online application (with many questions and whatnot) and, if they’re seriously considering you, they request 2 letters of recommendation and a transcript from you. So, when I was offered a job here, I never submitted the supplementary materials since (a) I had a job and (b) I couldn’t ask for a reference letter for a summer job from the man who just hired me! So that was that.
Or so I thought.
I’m sitting in class the other day, unbelieveably bored, so I check my e-mail. There’s a message in the inbox, entitled “Welcome!” from Dr. Mogil, one of the profs I’d specified. Confused doesn’t even begin to explain what I felt. I opened it, and read about how I’d been accepted to his lab and he wanted to contact me and the other trainee to get in touch before May yadda yadda yadda, and that I’d “learn officially sometime later in the week” that I’d been accepted. Confused, excited, awed, stressed, ecstatic, … pick an emotion and I was probably feeling it. I eventually figured that they’d come to their senses, realise I never sent the other stuff, and not get the official acceptance.
Two hours later, the acceptance arrived.
In a nutshell, I have to decide between Queen’s and McGill. This is SUCH an incredible opportunity, I can’t even believe it. I’d be working in the Pain Genetics Lab, which I’d applied to not only because the topics were interesting but because they use genetic techniques, including microarrays, extensively. I’ve had the pharmacology experience now, and I’d kind of like some genetics experience before I make any big decisions about further education. The program itself is amazing, I’ve heard nothing but good things about it. I’d get to be in a new city and have a whole new experience, which I actually LIKE the sound of; this time last year, the idea of being in a different city would have made me puke. It’s just so…wow. I can’t believe it.
Problems: well, first of all, I did already say I’d be working here. However, no paperwork has been done, I’d yet to find a sublet, and more…I can’t help but wonder whether fate or God or something had a role in all this. I’d have to go talk to my boss here, but I have a feeling he’d be supportive of the program and me going to Montreal. I also know next to no one there. Anyone I know from high school has either graduated or is going to be in Ontario for the summer. I think all that leaves is Harley, who I don’t really know, and I have a feeling I’d drive him up the wall pretty quickly.
Then again, there’s going to be all these trainees in the same situation, and I’d quite likely make friends. And if I don’t…the thing is, would I rather be lonely in a city where I’m brand new and have no friends because I don’t know anyone, or be lonely in a city where I can’t seem to keep friends and have people resenting me? I think the answer’s obvious.
I guess the biggest problem is convincing my parents. My dad actually did say the words “I forbid you to go”. They’re scared about my sanity, and I am too. But the more I’ve been thinking about it, the more I think that it will be GOOD. I’ll have a chance to get away and do something I love while I’m at it. A perfect opportunity to make new friends. Yes, it’s further, and they couldn’t come up as much…I know that. My mom keeps saying “You always want us to come to Kingston and get you groceries and stuff…you can’t survive on your own.” Well, maybe that’s exactly what this will do: help me establish my independence. Especially after last year, I know that I rely too much on my parents, and that I need to “grow up” in that sense. If something serious happens, I do have some family. My uncle sort of lives there…he officially lives in Vancouver, where the rest of the family is, but his job sent him to Montreal a few years ago and he lives in an apartment there but goes home a lot. So, my dad’s argument there is that my uncle’s always going home on weekends plus will have a 3-week vacation. All that did was remind me that my dad will also have vacation time and therefore can be with me for a few days.
My dad also has some cousins there, I’ve met them before, but they’re not close at all…but if something really serious were to happen, I’m pretty sure they’d come through.
I’d miss my parents. I’d miss my kitty. But I’d still miss them if I was here. And it’s not like I could go home more often if I was in Kingston as opposed to Montreal, due to the rats (they need to be taken care of!!). Dealing with the orthodontist would be icky, I’d have to come home on a Monday every few weeks, but that would be exactly the same if I was in Kingston…just a shorter and cheaper trip. I’d miss friends, but pretty much no one is here anyway (and don’t get me started on the “who is my friend?” topic…). I’ve now spoken to two people who’ve done the program before and LOVED it. Everyone (including the psychiatrist!) has been encouraging me to go, except my parents. Even Elizabeth, who knows all about last year, was highly recommending the idea, and she’s an especially good source since she went to UBC last summer for a similar program while knowing no one etc.
It seems like such a simple decision. So why the hell can’t I make it?
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