Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Packing up but still in Ithaca

I've been packing and moving for the past few weeks, and I still have a little left to do--it's the neverending story! I tend to accumulate a lot of junk that I think I "might" need at some point. Of course, I end up forgetting that I even have that stuff because I squirrel them away in "safe" hiding places and only discover them whenever I need to pack and move again.

My lease ends this week and one of my friends very generously lent me her studio apt to live in for about 2.5 weeks while she's away. It's small but nice, clean, and quiet. I better get some work done while I'm here!!

I just realized that, in the last 7 years, I've never lived in the same apt for more than a year. Because of unforeseeable circumstances, I've had to move around a lot, and while it forces me to clean and throw away junk (last week I found notes and handouts from the class I took 4 years ago on Classical Chinese--I hated that class!!), I think I'm going to be happy when I finally get to stay put for awhile.

I don't ask for much, do I?? That ain't gonna happen anytime soon, unfortunately.

I leave for New York City on Jan 14 to attend a college friend's wedding reception, have Nigerian food with Nigerian friends on Jan 15, and will be meeting an old prof and his wife for a tour of the UN on Jan 16 before flying home that evening. I can't wait!

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

no more car


Had to sell my trusty (tan+rusty) Toyota Corolla station-wagon today. :( Storing it in a friend's garage for the 7 months I'll be gone sounded like it would be too much for my friend even though she said it would be okay. So, thank God someone wanted to buy it.

Never realized before just how dependent I've become on a car--getting things done now takes a lot longer, and having to walk extensively during the Ithacan winter (today it's -7 deg C w/o windchill, and -15 deg C with windchill) is . . . well, it must do something to one's soul.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Badminton coaching clinic


Last weekend we had a badminton coaching clinic here at Cornell. We brought up Andy Chong, who played 3rd singles for Malaysia in the 80's and who later played in the US national team. Andy and his assistant coach Radu Milevschi did a great job--everyone had a ton of fun!

I'm playing doubles with Archit in one picture (or was it mixed-doubles??) and look at the flex on Andy's racket in this other picture--and he uses mid-stiff rackets too!

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Charlie and the Choc Factory

Has got to be one of the most bizarre movies I've seen in a long time. I think I'm traumatized. I need to see my therapist.

Monday, November 21, 2005

parables for academia

http://www.intervarsity.org/gfm/resource_item.php?id=3305
Parables for Modern Academia
by Deborah & Loren Haarsma
What might Jesus say if he came to the quad on your campus? Deborah and Loren Haarsma, both faculty in the physics department at Calvin College, have retold many of Jesus' parables, changing the setting to that of the early-21st-century American university, instead of the agrarian society of the New Testament era. Told from a new perspective, these parables are meant to catch our attention in fresh ways, and they remind us that the words of Jesus are as relevant to us today as they were to his original hearers.
Discussion questions for these modern parables are available for individual or small-group use.

[1]
The kingdom of heaven is like a professor who went off on a long sabbatical. Before he left, he called together his graduate students and gave each of them projects to work on; to one he gave five projects, to another two, and to another one, each according to their ability. The one who received five projects immediately went to work, designing experiments, building equipment, and analyzing data. She worked long and hard, and eventually she achieved good results on each project. Likewise, the one who received two projects immediately went to work, and eventually got results as well. But the student who received one project was easily discouraged, got distracted by her coursework, and eventually gave up.

After a very long time, the professor returned to settle accounts with his students. The first student said, "Professor, you gave me these projects to work on, and see, here are the results." And the professor answered, "Well done, good and faithful graduate student. You have been faithful over five projects. You shall be co-author on five publications and receive a Ph.D! (And you can expect a good letter of recommendation, too!)" Likewise the second student showed his results, and the professor said, "Well done, good and faithful student. You have been faithful over two projects. You will be co-author on two publications, and receive a Master's degree."

But the third student came and said, "Professor, I know that you are a harsh man, publishing where you did not labor, and claiming credit where you did not contribute, and I was afraid. So I kept the lab locked up and I didn't let anyone borrow any equipment. See, everything is just the way you left it." Then the professor answered, "You wicked and slothful graduate student! I will judge you by your own words. So, you knew that I was a harsh man, publishing where I did not labor, and claiming credit where I did not contribute; well then, you should have at least gotten a teaching fellowship so that I wouldn't have had to pay your salary out of my research grants! Now depart from me and from this institution ... out into the REAL world, and try to find a job. There you will have weeping and gnashing of teeth." For to everyone who has, more will be given. But to him who has not, even what little he has will be taken away. (Matthew 25:14-30)

[2]
The kingdom of heaven is like an original manuscript in a used book store. When a historian found it, she sold all her other books to buy the manuscript. Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a scientist looking for new projects. When he found one theory of great promise, he joyfully gave up all his other projects to focus on it. (Matt 13:44-46)

[3]
Suppose one of you wants to start a research project. Will he not first sit down and estimate if his grant is large enough to cover the cost of equipment, salaries, and overhead? For if his grant runs out halfway through, everyone who sees it will ridicule him, saying, "This fellow began a project and was not able to finish." In the same way, any of you who does not give up everything he has cannot be Jesus' disciple. (Luke 14:28-29, 33)

[4]
The dean was speaking at a faculty meeting. One of the professors stood up and asked, "What must I do to get tenure?" The dean replied, "What does the faculty manual say?" The professor answered, "Do good research, teach well, and mentor students." "You have answered correctly," the dean replied. "Do this and you will get tenure." But the professor wanted to justify himself, so he asked the dean, "What does it mean to mentor students?" In reply the dean said: "One term there was a student who was struggling in his courses. He went to talk about it to the professor of one of his classes, but the professor brushed him off with, "If you can't handle the work, you should drop the course." The student then went to his academic advisor, but she was on her way out the door to the airport and didn't have time to talk. A custodian overheard the conversation, and, seeing the discouragement of the student, invited him out for a cup of coffee.

It turned out the student was dealing with the death of a family member, and the stress was affecting his personal life as much as his studies. The custodian walked him to the counseling center and arranged an appointment for him. He called the student several times in the next few weeks to see how things were going, and helped him think through whether to drop the courses or not. Now, which one of these was the true mentor to the student?" The professor replied, "The one who had mercy on him." The dean told him, "Go and do likewise." (Luke 10:25-37)

[5]
When you are writing a paper about exciting new data, do not overstate the impact of your result. Someone else may come along later with better data and prove you wrong, and then you will be humiliated and your colleagues will not respect your work. But when you have an exciting new result, be modest about its implications. Then when the review paper comes out, it will say, "This is an important piece of work," and you will be honored in the presence of all your colleagues. For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, and he who humbles himself will be exalted. (Luke 14:7-11)

[6]
Obedience
There was a professor who had two grad students. She went to the first and said, "Take care of this project for me." "I will not," he answered, but later he changed his mind and did it. Then the advisor went to the other grad student and said the same thing. She answered, "I will do it," but she did not. Which of the two did what the advisor wanted? (Matt 21:28-31)

[7]
Appropriate religious observance
No one runs untested code on a network server, for the code may crash and take down the server. Likewise, no one puts old format data files into new databases. The new database will be corrupted, and the data will be lost. No, you put new-format data into new databases. (Matt 9:14-17)

[8]
Responses to the gospel
A researcher published an exciting new theory. Some readers didn't understand it, and quickly forgot it. Other readers were too busy with their own work to test the new theory. Others immediately went to work and got preliminary results, but the difficulties of performing the proper controls and testing for systematic errors discouraged them. Still others tested the theory and produced not only confirming data, but also new data and new theories to test. (Matt 13:3-8, 18-23)

[9]
The kingdom of heaven is like a department chair checking on the progress of the graduate students. She came to a graduate student who was supposed to turn in his thesis that week, but had procrastinated and hadn't started to analyze data yet. The department chair reminded him that there was no more funding for him after this term. The grad student pleaded with her. "Be patient with me," he begged, "and I will finish the thesis by the deadline." The department chair took pity on him, and told him she would let him re-enroll and would find money somewhere for another term.

But when the graduate student went out, he ran into one of the undergraduates in the course he was grading. He yelled at the student, "Where is your homework? It's a day late!" The undergraduate begged him, "Be patient with me, and I will turn it in tomorrow." But the grad student refused and said, "No. I'm giving you a zero and you're failing the course!" When the other students saw what had happened, they were greatly distressed and went and told the department chair everything that had happened. Then the chair called the graduate student in. "You wicked student," she said, "I forgave you for procrastinating on your thesis because you begged me. Shouldn't you have had mercy on the undergraduate just as I had on you?" In anger the chair expelled him from the department, to find a job until he could finish his thesis. This is how the heavenly Father will treat each of us unless we forgive our brothers from the heart. (Matt 18:23-35)

[10]
In a certain department there was a chairman who neither feared God nor cared about students. There was a student in that department who kept coming to him with the plea, "Grant me justice in my petition." For some time he refused, but finally he said to himself, "Even though I don't fear God or care about students, yet because this student keeps bothering me, I will see that she gets justice, so that she won't eventually wear me out with her coming!" Listen to what the unjust department chair says. Will not God bring about justice for his chosen ones, who cry out to him day and night? Will he keep putting them off? I tell you he will see that they get justice, and quickly. (Luke 18:2-8)

[11]
The kingdom of heaven is like a student who left one research group to work in another. His former advisor was demanding and manipulative; she coerced the student to continue to work on her projects without pay, threatening not to acknowledge his work in the publication. The student's new advisor called a group meeting, but the student was too ashamed to come. He had no new results to report, for he had spent all his time on the old advisor's projects. When the professor asked where he was, the other students explained. The professor was frustrated and said, "This has been going on for months! He'll never be able to pull away on his own. Tell him that if he has any trouble with the other professor, I will handle it. I'm paying his salary and I want him to spend his time working for me." (based on a true story)

[12]
There was a biology professor whose graduate student was accused of wasting time. So she called him in and asked him, "What is this I hear about you? Give an account of what you have done because you cannot be my student any longer." The student said to himself, "What shall I do now? My professor is taking away my funding. I don't have good enough work habits to get a real job, and I'm too proud to move back in with my parents. I know what I'll do so that, when I lose my job here, other research groups will hire me as a technician." So he called each of his professor's competitors. He asked the first, "How much of that gene have you cloned so far?" "Only about 40 percent," she replied. The student answered, "I'll tell you the parts that you're missing." Then he asked the second, "Have you decided what experiments you're going to do next?" "We're still deciding that," the second replied. The student answered, "I'll tell you what ideas we've discussed in our lab." The professor commended the dishonest student because he had acted shrewdly. For the people of light should be just as shrewd in doing good as the people of this world are in doing evil. (Luke 16:1-8, Matt 10:16)

[13]
The grant proposals of a certain professor were all approved. She thought to herself, "What shall I do? My lab space isn't big enough for all these projects." Then she said, "This is what I'll do. I'll get brand new lab space and hire many new post-docs and graduate students. And I'll say to myself, 'You have tenure and many research projects which will produce papers for years to come. Take life easy; go to conferences and take sabbaticals.'" But God said to her, "You fool! This very night your life will be demanded of you. Then who will get what you have prepared for yourself?" This is how it will be with anyone who stores up things for himself but is not rich towards God. (Luke 12:16-21)

[14]
The kingdom of heaven is like an array of sensors left to monitor an experiment. When the experiment was over, the scientists downloaded the data. They saved the data from the good sensors for further analysis, and threw away the data from the bad sensors. This is how it will be at the end of the age. (Matt 13:47-50)

[15]
Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a programmer who started many processes on her computer. While everyone was sleeping, a hacker broke in and started some counterfeit jobs, which began using some of the CPU time. The programmer's assistants said, "Didn't you start useful jobs on the computer? Where then did these counterfeits come from?" "A hacker did this, " she replied. The assistants asked her, "Do you want us to kill the jobs?" "No," she answered, "because while you are killing them, some good processes might be interrupted by accident. Let them all go to completion. Then we will purge every counterfeit process from the disk and memory, and save the results of every good process onto permanent tape." (Matt 13:24-30)

[16]
The kingdom of heaven is like a professor who had many papers to grade. She asked her teaching assistants to start helping her early in the morning, and agreed to take them all out to dinner when the grading was finished. About mid-morning she realized she would need more help, so when she saw other graduate students standing in the hallway doing nothing, she asked them to help her, and agreed to reward them appropriately. Again at noon she found other graduate students eating lunch, and got them to help her, and again at mid-afternoon. About 5 p.m. she found still others and asked, "Why are you standing around doing nothing? Come and help me grade my papers."

When they were finished grading, the professor took them all to a restaurant. When she paid for the dinners of those who had started work at 5 o'clock, those who started early in the morning expected to receive more. But when she only paid for their dinner too, they began to grumble, "These others who only worked one hour got just as much as we did, who slaved all day over those papers." But the professor answered, "I am not being unfair to you. You got what we agreed upon. I want to give the students who only graded one hour as much as I gave you. Don't I have that right? Or are you envious because I am generous?"
So the last will be first and the first will be last. (Matt 20:1-16)

[17]
The kingdom of heaven is like a college president who was hosting a banquet for an important donor. He sent announcements to all the important administrators and faculty, but they all began to make excuses. The first said, "I just received some new lab equipment, and I want to try it out, so I cannot come." Another said, "My book just got published, and I must make sure the bookstores and libraries have copies, so I cannot come." Still another said, "I'm on sabbatical, so I cannot come."

When the RSVP's came back, the president was angry and told his assistant, "Go quickly into the classrooms, dorms, and offices and bring in the graduate students, undergraduates, and staff." "Sir," said the assistant, "what you ordered has been done, but the banquet hall still isn't full." Then the president said, "Go to other colleges down the road, and invite them to come! The banquet hall must be filled! I tell you, not one of those who were invited first will be let in the door." (Luke 14:16-24)

[18]
How can a student, whom her professor put in charge of his research projects, be faithful and wise? It will be good if the professor finds the research assistant working hard when he returns; surely, he will give her an excellent recommendation. But suppose that research assistant is wicked and says to herself, "My professor is staying away a long time," and she begins to misuse the equipment and spend her time surfing the web. The professor will walk into the lab on a day she does not expect and at an hour when she is not aware. He will reprimand and humiliate the student and take away her funding; then there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth. (Matt 24:45-51)

[19]
At that time the kingdom of heaven will be like ten students waiting for a professor to return to his office. They needed his signature to add his course, and the forms were due early the next day. Five were wise and five were foolish. The wise ones brought something to eat while they waited, but the foolish ones did not. The professor was a long time in coming, and as they waited all afternoon, they got very hungry. The foolish ones said, "Give us some of your food." But the wise ones answered, "No, we only brought enough for ourselves, and there isn't enough to share. Go to the cafeteria and buy something." But while they were on their way to the cafeteria, the professor arrived. He signed the forms of those who were waiting, then locked his office and went home. Later that evening, the others telephoned him at home and said, "Sir! Sir! Come back and sign our forms." But he replied, "I tell you the truth, you are not my students." Therefore keep watch, because you do not know the day or the hour. (Matt 25:1-13)

[20]

Therefore, whoever hears these teachings and puts them into practice is like a wise scholar who built his theory upon data. The criticisms came down, the controversies rose, and the counter-arguments blew and beat against the theory, but it did not fall apart, because it had its foundation in data. But whoever hears these teachings and does not put them into practice is like a foolish scholar who built his theory upon conjecture. The criticisms came down, the controversies rose, and the counter-arguments blew and beat against the theory, and it failed spectacularly. (Matt 7:24-27)

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Monday, November 07, 2005

zzzz-ing

A friend lent me his book on sleep, and it's pretty cool. I know, I know, you're probably thinking, "Sze Wei? Sleep? She's always falling asleep, everywhere, wherever, anywhere--does she really need to learn more about sleep?!"

The answer to that is a resounding YES. James Maas, a psych professor at Cornell, works on sleep research, and his book "Power Sleep" debunks our myths about what sleep is, how it works, what are good sleeping habits, how to discern if you're sleep deprived, etc. , and I think it's starting to work for me. http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0060977604/qid=1131310473/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/104-6735267-3108741?v=glance&s=books&n=507846

For the first time in my life, I'm waking up before the alarm rings (most days anyway)! I don't ever remember having done that before, and I'm starting to feel much better during the day. I went in to the health center because I was having insomnia and had felt perpetually fatigued for the past 2 months or so (yes, after turning in the A-exams), and they gave me 30 sleeping pills. 30 pills. Thirty.

I guess American-sized portions don't just apply to meal servings, they apply to medication too. Talk about excessive.

Friday, October 14, 2005

planning my jail break

(yes, yes, yes, i'm procrastinating again--this is what happens when i have to grade student papers.)

so, i don't know how i feel about this: i've been dithering about when i would leave ithaca i.e. how much time i want to spend in the cornell libraries before getting free of this place. then i finally decided that you know what, i don't care, i'll take off as soon as the library closes for christmas break. too late. one week, and all the seats are gone.

i've been on the phone with three travel agencies today, and so now because i waited about a week to make up my mind, the soonest i can fly is jan 17!!!!! which means:

1) i won't be in kuala lumpur when rushil and luna will be visiting the city over the new year.

2) i can attend rushil's and luna's wedding reception in queens on the 14th!

(secretly, i'd much rather be with them during their ceremony in kathmandu, but queens will have to be exotic enough since i'm living on a graduate student stipend.)

3) i will see alake and others at the new york reception

4) i can probably feed petra, kim's cat, when dan's with her inmalawi

5) i need to find housing for jan 1 to jan 12/13

what i'd really like to know is . . . who's all them folks who're flying to malaysia at this time????!!!!!! and finally, can i face another winter break at cornell??

well, at least i can pass myself off as a super-hardworking and ultra-dedicated grad student to the profs on my committee. God forbid they ever come across this blog.

personality test

take the test:
http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes3.asp

my personality type:
http://keirsey.com/personality/ntij.html
http://typelogic.com/intj.html

Sometimes I wonder if the results are who we really are or who we'd really like to be. Surprisingly, I seem more cut out to be an engineer rather than a literature teacher. Hmm. Well, it's too late for a career change at this point, and I think anyway that literature professors are too-often misunderstood. :)

Sunday, October 09, 2005

shopping for a wedding gown

No, I wasn't shopping for a wedding gown for myself . . . Dilkushi, Jennifer and I helped my roommate, Kim, pick out a beautiful gown. I can't put up a picture of Kim in her fabulous gown because Dan might chance on this blog and he's not supposed to see her in it before the wedding day.

Comp Lit partners in crime

Two fabulous women in Cornell Comp Lit: Shital and Tsitsi! We started in the prog in the same year. Yup, only three of us in our class. Aren't they just beautiful??

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Doug's Fish Fry

This is Car no. 2 to get back to Ithaca. I think we were celebrating the fact that no one came back with broken legs or hypothermia, that we didn't get fined by the ranger, that our food was safe from the bears (even though several of us brought jars of honey), and that most of our stuff made it back to Ithaca with us.

Miraculously, Car no. 1, Onimisi's babe magnet of a car, made it back to Ithaca in record time. They must've either paddled super hard or drove pretty fast (or done both) to get Roxann to her class on time.

Car no. 3 made a detour to Lake George and they had a wonderful time there, hosted by Laura's family for the afternoon, but Jennifer hasn't developed her pictures yet.

I had a really great time (once my sleeping bag dried out, and I got to warm up in front of the fire), and would actually consider making the trip out again next year.

Just kidding, Samson, I wouldn't miss it for the world!

almost home




amazing morning





The paddle back was incredible. I spent most of our first night at the campsite shivering in a thin fleece wrap because my sleeping bag got wet, but it was all worth it. (And I absolutely cannot stand being cold, so for me to say seeing all this was worth being cold is pretty high praise.)

setting out in the mist (second group)





By the time the rest of us got on the water, the fog had lifted a lot, but there was still enough on the water to make us marvel at the very fact that the earlier boat even tried to leave in the fog.

leaving the campsite (or trying to)




The next morning, because Onimisi, Roxann, and Dito had to get back early, they left camp at about 6am. This is their story in Roxann's words:

"When we left, it actually was 6 am, as planned. The skywas just barely starting to fade from pitch black to a dull grey. Thesun was probably already risen (somewhere), but it would take it quiteawhile to get over the tops of the mountains to actually shine on thelake so that the light reached us.

"So we loaded the canoe and set off. It took us about 10feet- just long enough to get over the busyness of getting into the water-to realize that this was going to be a VERY difficult trip. The water was warm, and the air was cold, and the fog was VERY VERY thick. Dito was sitting in the front, I was in the middle with the map, andOnimisi was in the back of the canoe, steering.

"I realized that this wasgoing to be quite interesting. Visibility was near zero. You could seenothing but a sheet of solid white for a radius 5 feet away from thecanoe. We had to be about 20 feet away from land before even the faintestshadow of something would show through the fog. I said, "Okay, guys. The plan is to stick near the shore, always keeping land in sight. Wewill just hop from island to island, skirting the shore, and hopefullythe sun will be up by the time we get out of this inlet and arecanoeing on the open lake." A marvelous plan.

"I was quite dismayed when we reached theedge of the shore we were following, and were at the spot where weshould have turned to reach the first island, and we could not even seethat. That island was really very close to shore. This fog was going tobe an even greater challenge than I thought. I said, "Well guys, we justhave to keep on. The island should be right over there." I gestured in the appropriate direction.

"Onimisi was very helpful from the back. "You guys aregoing to have to tell me where to go. I am steering, but I have a terriblesense of direction." Things were looking even brighter in the earlymorning gloom of the damp and heavy fog. Then I thought I could see something. "Look! Don't youguys see the island just in front of us?" They didn't. "Well, it is just straight ahead, so keep going." After a minute or so, Dito said, "Yeah, I see it. We needto go just a little to the right."

"And so we steered, and followed the course of this island,until we got to the point where we had to turn off and make for the nextisland. This one was even less visible than the previous. There wasnothing to be done though. We couldn't see a thing. So we set ourcourse as best we could, and took off, all deciding that we would justrow as straight as we possibly could, and we would make it.

"After half an hour of seeing absolutely nothing but white, we finally found land. It had taken us much longer thananticipated to reach that island. On the way to the island, I realized that Ikept seeing land where there was none. My eyes were searching thewhite so hard for something- anything- besides the white, that I was seeing phantom islands, fog mirages when I looked out. The boys, verywisely, decided not to listen to me any more when I saw land, untilthey saw it themselves.

"And as we were approaching the island, Onimisi spoke fromthe back. "Uh, guys?" "Yes, Onimisi?" "We have to turn back. I forgot the car keys." "Are you sure?" "Yes. Mike has them." Well. There is nothing like nerves absolutely frayed to shreds for giving... courage?... to people. "Well, we made it this far without being able to see anything. I guess we can make it back too."

"So we turned the canoe around. And then we prayed. By then, I was certain we were in serious need of some first-rate guidance. It was so unnerving to be unable to see anything except solid white everywhere we looked for an hour straight. And then we continued on our way. It was so scary to watch that brief sliver of land fade all-too-quickly from sight. As we were going, I looked around. All I could see was solid white in front, behind, above, and to all the sides. And there was our little canoe. And there was the water. I couldn't see a single thinganywhere that we could use to guide us.

A few minutes later, we had been canoeing back for as longas it had taken us to get out to the island the first time, but there wasnothing in sight. Then our nerves ran out. We let the canoe drift to a halt as we discussed the situation. All we needed to do was find land ANY land, and we would be good. But where was it? We had no clue. Onimisi and Dito were certain we had been canoeing in circles for the past 45 minutes. I was more optimistic. I thought maybe just a wavy sort of arc-shape. We'd already been canoeing for 1 1/2hours, and the fog was still every bit as thick as it had been when weleft. Didn't seem like that was going to happen soon.

We tried shouting, tolisten for echoes, or for an answer from land. Absolute silence. Ithink that was the worst, because we had been listening to our echoes allweekend. I heard Onimisi from the back. "Think, Onimisi, think! There must be something we can use to steer!" I kept my discouraging thoughts to myself. What was there? I had already gone through this line of reasoning. I saw white,water, and a boat. The white was unchanging, the water didn't even have acurrent anymore so we could pretend to follow something in it, and the boat was moveable. Not good to follow that.

Then Onimisi said, "I've got it! The sun!" Yes. Once the sun gets up, and we can see, then we cannavigate. But until then... ??? He said, "No. I think I see the sun. Or at least, thedirection where the sun is. Do you guys see it?" So we all looked around, and we each pointed in thedirection where we thought the sun was. Fortunately, we all pointed in the same direction. There was one direction that just seemed a touchbrighter than the other directions. Maybe the sun was finally peekingover the mountains. "So.... what direction is that?" Were my nerves not absolutely shredded, this would have been a hilarity. "The sun rises in the east!" "Okay. So what direction do we go?" "North. We go north. Keep the sun on your right and let'sgo!"

And so the brave adventurers paddled off, with new hope intheir hearts and new strength in their arms. Or something like that. The very disturbing thing that happened on the way back wasthat as we neared the campsite, we saw the island we had THOUGHT we were at when we turned around. Apparently, we had actually canoed acrossthe entire lake before we turned back. Perhaps there was a small blessingto not being able to see where we were.

Of course, I am one of those morning people who always hasthe nerve to be obnoxiously cheerful at the hours when most normal peopleare still asleep. So as we got nearer to the camp, I asked theguys, "What do you want to do? Should we row in screaming and shouting, orshould we sneak up quietly?" They didn't care. I voted to sneak up quietly. I knew they would hear us coming up at the camp, but they wouldn't know it wasUS. It seemed like great fun to me. It probably was an incredible blessing to Onimisi and Dito to have me be QUIET for a few minutes.

So when we landed, I couldn't resist running up the trailthrough the trees to the campsite. I shouted, "Good morning! It is aBEAUTIFUL morning for a paddle around the lake!" The look of complete and utter shock and astonishment oneveryone's face was absolutely priceless. I was in an excellent mood tobegin with, it was morning, we found the sun, we had an adventure, wenow could navigate, I was not in class, I was surrounded by friends... And add to all those blessings the once-in-a-lifetime expression on their faces.

I just thought they were surprised to see us, because theyhad, after all, thought we were almost halfway back by now. Instead, we were BACK back- that is, back at the camp. It just got better though, as I heard their side of the story. "We thought you were the ranger coming to get us!!!" Oh yeah, because we were camped illegally with too many people. So theyhad all been standing around the campfire, trying to come up withstories while they heard us paddling up. I laughed so hard when I heardthat. Perhaps sneaking up wasn't nice, but it certainly was fun.

Later, to hear the story from their side, was almost as much fun. They had heard us paddling up, and so they were standing around the fire, trying to plan the story they were going to give to theranger. Since most were international students, they were trying to vote on who had the thickest accent to talk to the ranger and give her ourstory. And then I come bounding out of the fog, obviously excited,with Onimisi close behind, but Dito was nowhere in sight. So they think something had happened to Dito.

Needless to say, it was QUITE anticlimactic when I finally caught my breath from laughing to answer their question "What are you guys doing here?" I held out my hand towards Mike and said, "We need Onimisi's car keys." Well, there was a lot of fast talking as everyone tried totell their story, and then we quickly set out AGAIN to head on ourway back. This time, it was much less eventful. The fog was stillevery bit as thick, but there was hope of it thinning soon, as there was aspot that was definitely brighter than the others now.

About 15 minutes after we set out, it was finally possible to see the actual sun throughthe fog- there was much joy and celebration then. And an hour or so later, when the fog finally began to lift, the land was without a doubt the most beautiful sight any of us had seen in quite some time. It was simply incredible, because the lake is rather narrow, to see how CLOSE the land had been the entire time, but we just didn't know it because we couldn't see it.

tippy tippy






Kim obviously had no idea what kind of mischief the guys had in store for her and Jennifer in their canoe when she passed me her camera. I think the guys started moving in for the tip-over literally seconds after I took these pictures.

water fun




I don't actually know who won the canoe race. I think someone yelled at me "We're all winners! There are no losers!!"

So sweet.

panoramic view from campsite



The little red blob is me, sitting and enjoying the view of the lake while the others got back into the canoes for a canoe race. Crazy guys--don't they realize that it's another 5-6 hours of paddling to get back to where the cars are??

Back safe and sound



Here we are back at campsite 30!! We were so thankful to find this one after finding campers happily, safely, warmly, and drily ensconced in all the other campsites we tried to land at.

your other left foot




Needless to say, by this time, we found our faith in our expedition leaders greatly tested. Even now, I'm not sure what possessed them to even attempt climbing down in the first place since from the top it was really difficult to discern that there were enough safe footholds in the side of the cliff.

"Don't hold on to the rocks, hold on to the roots!"
"Of these weeds????? You're kidding!!"
"Yes, grab the roots! The rocks are slippery."
(They did later get slippery.)
"No, no put your foot up."
"What?? My legs can't go that way!"
"I meant your left foot."
"Your left foot."
"This is my left foot!!"
"No, your other left foot!!"

And because the cliff was shaped in such a way that occluded the view of the hikers left at the top, Kelling et. al. had to repeat their muddled instructions several times before everyone was safely on the ground. The last climbers wisely chose to ignore them by that point.

After 10-15 minutes more of bushwhacking, we ended up walking right up to the boys' tents. I still don't understand how that happened.

risking our necks



We tried to walk along the cliff for awhile to see if we could find a way down. Sven, Samson, and Kelling broke off at the back, while Nate, Kim, and Roxann who are fast walkers, had gone on ahead, leaving the rest of us somewhere in the middle.

After awhile, those of us in the middle group realized we couldn't see either group, so we started a shouting chain (that we realized we didn't need later). Onimisi had to backtrack to get within yelling distance of Sven, Samson and Kelling.

Kelling to Onimisi: We think we found a way
Onimisi to me, and me to Kim, Nate, and Roxann: They think they found a way!
Nate to the middle group: "Think?" We're not moving until they know for sure we can get down.
Us to Kelling: ARE YOU SURE WE CAN GET DOWN?
Kelling to Us: (very faintly) Almost.
Us to Nate: ALMOST.
Nate to me: ALMOST IS NOT ACCEPTABLE
me to Onimisi: ALMOST IS NOT ACCEPTABLE
Onimisi to Kelling: ALMOST IS NOT ACCESSIBLE.

the problem with short cuts




. . . And our short cut led us right to a cliff.

I don't know why we trusted Samson, Sven, Kelling, and Nate to lead us through trees and brush that they'd never walked through themselves. It must've been because we'd been breathing all that campfire smoke.

Well, Kelling had a compass at least, but we didn't know that until after we decided to put our faith in our trail-breakers. These are the same trail-breakers who took the wrong turn when they had a choice of taking either a "right" or a "left" on a well-used path.

taking a shortcut




Of course, what would a CICF hike be like without a "short cut"? In CICF parlance, taking a "short cut" means we get to see parts of the mountain other hikers don't usually get to see.

On the way down, we found a few small wild blueberries, a sea of ferns and plants with white buds that felt like rabbit fur, swathes of soft moss that carpeted the ground . . .

group pictures