Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Cochlear implant

A professor's perspective
For 30 years he could hear normally. Then antibiotics made his world silent.

Physics professor Ian Shipsey lost his hearing after taking strong antibiotics while undergoing chemotherapy. After becoming deaf, Shipsey spent years conducting research at Purdue until he was finally offered a teaching position.

"Teaching while being deaf really brings you down from the pedestal," said Shipsey. "I had to find new ways to interact with students."

In 2002, Shipsey decided to get a cochlear implant. He went through eight unpleasant weeks of healing before doctors could activate his implant. During the activation, Shipsey began to ask, "Have you turned on this device yet?" Before he finished the sentence, he heard his own voice for the first time in 12 years. Soon he was able to hear the voices of his wife and daughter.

"It was amazing," he said. "I had my daughter read me stories as soon as I got home."
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Prof Shipsey was my Physic's prof. one of the reason i got A for the class :) actually i liked his English ascent and stories about his Italian wife and of course, his way of conducting the class. Sometimes, it's the daily demo forced me to way up and go to class. huhuh

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

if only i might..

i have this feeling that today is going to be one hell of a long day..

it's kinda weird to see your calendar is empty for 2 days in a row.. means u dont need to attend any meeting, no rushing to other building to meet people. ure free to do as u like. and free is of course, should be ur work.

well, i'm done with my b'fast.. it's merely 9am.. what's next? go to lab?? i've just finished moving my bench and hooking up my PC back in lab yesterday. sounds simple, but i actually took 3 hours to do so. stupid USB ports! it only works AFTER my teammate shake the whole PC. what a way to solve problems..

anyway, i dont really like sitting there. it's kinda crowded. no personla space. even thought it's supposed to be MY WORKBENCH, only 1/3 of the whole space is occupied by MY stuff. how can i don any work like that????

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

"Graduation (Friends Forever)"
And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives
Where we're gonna be when we turn 25
I keep thinking times will never change
Keep on thinking things will always be the same
But when we leave this year we won't be coming back
No more hanging out cause we're on a different track
And if you got something that you need to say
You better say it right now cause you don't have another day
Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down
These memories are playing like a film without sound
And I keep thinking of that night in June
I didn't know much of love
But it came too soon
And there was me and you
And then we got real blue
Stay at home talking on the telephone
We would get so excited and we'd get so scared
Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair
And this is how it feels
As we go on
We remember
All the times we
Had together
And as our lives change
Come Whatever
We will still be
Friends Forever
So if we get the big jobs
And we make the big money
When we look back now
Will our jokes still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule
Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?
Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly
And this is how it feels
Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there?
Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end
And suddenly it's like we're women and men
Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?
Will these memories fade when I leave this town
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly
*for some reason, this song means a lot for my college life. the feelings are different from graduating in high school. it's different crowd, different memories.. let the memories cherish us all..*