D Day has arrived!

*jitters*

So my journal has been waylaid by bandslash this week, but that's mostly because I am desperately using it as my HAPPY PLACE since.... duh duh duhhhh.... today is poster session day!

MEEP.

So here's the thing. There's about, oh, 25 students doing summer chemistry projects, and today they're all going to be presenting posters on their work. They'll be up in the hallway (mine's already up \o/) and fellow students and chemistry professors are going to be wandering around for an hour, reading posters and asking questions.

That's right. Professors.

For the most part this is okay. Most of the chem professors are very sweet ladies and gents, and I'm sure they'll just be curious and asking questions I can answer just with my experience this summer.

BUT THEN THERE'S DR. MEHL.

So Dr. Mehl. He's youngish (about 30?), very hot, and terrifying. No really. He's kind of an arrogant bastard, absolutely brilliant, and whenever he talks to you he gets that nice hint of condescension in his voice that makes you want to grovel and say YES I AM JUST A STUPID UNDERGRAD, FORGIVE ME MY SINS. I actually asked my professor if we should be nervous about today, and he was like "No no it will be fine! They won't grill you! Well, Dr. Mehl may try to test you on your background knowledge, but THE REST WILL BE FINE." And I was like O.O Can I plz hide under a rock??? *hides face*

So yes. I'm very much scared of him. Hopefully he'll just give my poster a bored cursory look and wander away, but I'm afraid that's too much to wish for. My stomach's starting to do that flippy floppy nervous thing (though that might partially be the coffee... it does funny things to my tummy) and and um. *hides under a rock*

Oh the PLUS side, my poster is totally the prettiest Thai boy in the brothel. I put all my graphic design skillz to use and made it very clean and aesthetically pleasing, and I think it contains a good deal more information than the other posters I've seen. I'm very proud of it and hope I will not be crushed by the scary Dr. Mehl!

Speaking of pretty brothel boys:

OH RYRO. *puts him in my pocket*

Have some composure, where is your posture?

I don't know why you don't all yell at me when I get worked up like that. "ANNE YOU'RE BEING A DRAMA QUEEN," you should shout. "IT WILL BE FINE. STOP IT." Because it's always true! And this thing was a blip on the stress-dar, as far as these things go. When I start freaking out about my Honors Thesis defense, then it will be justified, but everything else, bitchslap me, alright?

In short, it went fine. A trickle of about 5 or 6 professors came by and asked questions, none too terribly challenging, and I handled myself fine. Dr. Thomsen and Dr. Brewer were a bit intimidating, but they actually both had really interesting ideas to contribute, so that was cool. Dr. Mehl, the scary one? Um. He kind of charmed my pants off (or skirt, actually). He was very sweet and just curious about the gist of my project, which I could totally handle, and when I mentioned I was going to Dublin for the year he gave me a blindingly beautiful smile. And. Um. I don't know if it's just this context? That he's really nice in? But er. I had him pegged rather incorrectly. Oops!

So all is well! It's Friday! I'm home! Ryan needs to sing all the time! It's Friday! YAY!

ETA: Hahahaha I JUST remembered that Dr. Mehl's first name is - you guessed it - RYAN. Haaaaa. This is hilarious. And I may have a mini crush on him now. WHAT.

Speaking of inappropriate crushes, I may or may not get a little frisson every time I see my organic chemistry teacher. YEAH THE FIFTY SOMETHING ONE WITH TWO DAUGHTERS. THAT ONE. *hides face*

Measuring Electrostatic Potentials of DNA by Nitrile Modification and IR Spectroscopy

I have a few pictures from today's poster session that I thought I'd share with y'all :)

( The culmination of my summer - 16 pretty pieces of paper! )

Tada! Good times in the chem department.