[Day 550] Uphill battle

Things that I found me and my friends saying these days.

“Deadlines are the beacon that guides my life from a moment to the next.”

“That sweet, sweet two seconds between finishing a project and starting the next.”

“I don’t even think about whether I’m having a good day or not. I just work all the time.”

“I’m trying to get through the week.”

Life is an uphill battle that, at times, seems to never stop. Keep on trucking. We got this!

 

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[Day 550] Uphill battle

[Day 515] “I’m a pianist/juggler”

Today, Tucker had an extra ticket to “Mads Tolling & The Mad Men.” Tessy thought she should be the one going instead because it was almost her birthday and she *thought* she knew more about classical music than I did. “Do you even know what jazz is?” she asked. “Yes,” I answered.

I was excited about the show because Mads Tolling was a two time Grammy winner and I had never consciously been in the same room with a Grammy winner before. I was pleasantly surprised by how classy everyone in the room looked. Men were all wearing shirt or suits or both, and women were wearing dresses. By everyone, I meant everyone except Tucker. He came in jersey, tech hoodie, shorts, and sandals. When I was biking back in the cold I also realized that he was driving back. “You could have picked me up,” I screamed at him. “Yeah I suppose,” he said.

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[Day 515] “I’m a pianist/juggler”

[Day 490] Working minimum wage jobs

When I lost my bike key, I went to the campus bike shop to ask them to break my lock. It was a fifteen walk to the place where my bike was locked, so to break the awkward silence, I decided to make a small talk with the guy assigned to help me.

“Are you a student?” I asked.

“Nah.”

“How long have you been working here?”

“Nine months.”

“Do you like it?”

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[Day 490] Working minimum wage jobs

[Day 407] Dear old people, please stop calling us a failed generation just because we don’t know your favorite band

Picture this. You’re enjoying a beer with a group of friends, some of them are a bit older than you, maybe 5, 10, or 20 years older. A song comes on the speaker. Your older friend goes wild. He sings along. He drums his fingers. He wants you to dance with him to the song but you feel awkward because the song isn’t really your jam.

“You don’t like this song?” Your friend asks in disbelief.
“It’s not that I don’t like it. I just don’t know it.”
“You don’t know this song? What? Do you not know Jim Morrison? The Doors?”

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[Day 407] Dear old people, please stop calling us a failed generation just because we don’t know your favorite band

[Day 406] It’s the end of junior year as I know it

Sup, guys?

It’s summer! The feeling of having no homework is amazing. I can finally do all the things that I’ve been doing throughout the year, but with much less guilt.

I still can’t decide if I had a good year or not. On the one hand, I suffered. A LOT. I overloaded myself with too many things: projects, teaching, writing, rocky relationships, and in the end half-assed everything. In hindsight, I believe I could have learned a lot more if I had tried to learn less.

On the other hand, it was a year of personal growth with amazing experiences. It was the year when I published my third book in Vietnamese. I finished my 2016’s reading challenge: read 50 books. I taught a course at Stanford, which was endorsed by Google, Kaggle, DeepLearning4J and was featured on front page of HackerNews, AI Weekly, and GitHub. A professor invited me to Hungary to help his team with a machine learning project — I accepted and had the time of my life. I started working at one of the world’s most interesting companies. I also fell in love.

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[Day 406] It’s the end of junior year as I know it