Anonymous asked: Hey David I asked earlier about chemistry classes, so I was wondering how useful do you think a bachelors degree in biological sciences would be?
Sorry for the lack of response. I looked at your question and ended up taking on other tasks and completely forgot to reply to you.
Personally I believe it’s more about what you do with your degree/major/knowledge that is important. Anyone could have a BA in biology but that doesn’t necessarily mean that they’ll do anything with it or go anywhere with it.
Whatever major you decide to choose, just remember that you will have to take initiate to find internships or research or jobs in order to be successful. It’s not just about the major; it’s also about the individual. :D
Half Dancer, Half Student. The struggles of dancers in college.
I know that this video only features members of BBoys Anonymous who engage in freestyle dance, but I feel that the majority of dancers in college—no matter their background in dance—can relate to the theme of this video.
When things in your life seem, almost too much to handle, When 24 Hours in a day is not enough, Remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, He picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar And proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students, if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open Areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
‘Now,’ said the professor, as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things - family, children, health, Friends, and Favorite passions – Things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, Your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car.
The sand is everything else —The small stuff.
‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ He continued, there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, You will never have room for the things that are important to you.
So…
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play With your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner.
There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.
‘Take care of the golf balls first — The things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled ‘I’m glad you asked’.
It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, There’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.’
I’ve been following this tradition literally all my life. Each year I learn something new about my family. Each year I learn to appreciate my family more and more. It’s a blessing to have such a great family and although we show that we care in the strangest manners, I’m glad we’re all together.
My grandma always cooks and sets up the table and, as a child, I would watch or I’d be busy doing schoolwork. However, this year—since I can’t cook those dishes the way she does—I helped with the clean up. I did all the dishes. Which isn’t much because I should be doing that all the time right? Well. she would yell at me to stop whenever I started washing the dishes, but she didn’t this time. It was strange.
These traditions bring back childhood memories that I’ll cherish forever.
"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
