A nice summer excursion

On the experience I had working as an intern at the Long Beach Bar Foundation

Time flies very quickly when you are making the most of it. That was the mindset I had heading into my last day working with the Long Beach Bar Foundation as an intern. I could not believe it at first, but I realized that today was the last day that I was going to work with LBBF as an intern. Five months of assisting a humble and merciful cause-helping young children stop short of committing crimes-culminated with this week.

I was slow to get up this morning, but after my breakfast, I took the Route 1 to Wardlow Station, then walked up a hill to get to my work. All I did today was translate some documents, and edit a couple others. It wasn’t as intense as the day before, where I helped prepare another box of student homework packets for future sessions. This was surprisingly light.

As I wrapped up my work, I was a bit cautious. At the back of my head, I knew that I could not lose sight of what I needed to do: find a paid position that was stable and a position where I could work for about 40 hours per week. Once I submitted the documents tomorrow, I had completed one year of experience as an intern-without the need of having to go through the fall semester.

It’s going to be a weird feeling. But at least I can now place some focus on the GMAT, which I will be taking on my birthday.

I don't want anything to do with those fuckers again.

Some quick hits from today...

After nearly a year of relative peace...I get my first deletion notices on deviantART, albeit a couple of random desktop screenshots.

Took you guys a while, didn't it? Bastards.

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I got the feeling my friend Diane from Cal State Long Beach was a bit nervous about telling me why I did not get into that goddamn Graduate Program in Sport Management. It wasn't about my GPA being lower than the others. It was about the unfortunate incident at the Gold Mine in Men's Volleyball last year against those sons of bitches from Northridge. Aghhh, it just mystifies to have that thing weighed more than the other stuff.

Now don't get me wrong, I don't have any bad feelings for those guys. If I did, everyone at the gymnasium would be in a large pool of blood by now. Seung-Hui Cho's fighting spirit would have left no one alive, including me, today. But to hear this news, and to acknowledge that I would be wasting my time trying to apply for Spring 2009 down there...I will have to consign myself to the fact that I don't own these motherfuckers any more obligations to them beyond my (auxiliary) role as an alumnus.

Your loss will be someone else's gain. I apologize for wasting your time, guys. Do me now a favor you Sport Management turds. Kindly piss off and don't waste my time ever again. Ungrateful assholes.

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With that said, I am convinced that finding the right business school will be in my crosshairs. The question is: who will I apply to, and what type of program will I choose for my MBA? The upcoming GMAT on my birthday could answer a few of those questions, if faintly.