Having Jenny visit - much fun!
Yesterday we went out to Laura Plantation, one of the few Creole ones around still. That part was cool, but overall it was way creepy, seeing documents of people bought and sold and that sort of thing. So, along with missions, Jenny and I are over plantations.
The day before we went on a swamp tour, which was much fun, even if I have a bit of ecological difficulty with them tossing jumbo-sized marshmallows at alligators. It was way cool to see all those gators, and our guide was knowledgeable and interesting.
What else have we done? Lots of beignets and eating in general (Pyramids Cafe tops our list - their falafel is fantastic) in addition to driving past houses and oohing and aahing! Cruising the French Quarter, on over to Slidell, and today while I was in class & meetings, Jenny walked all the way down Magazine Street.
So, I think I just signed up for four different language classes (German, Russian, Spanish, French) - on top of my new job teaching test prep and the whole first-year law curriculum. It's good - I'm finally busy. So now I'm off to finalize my draft of my legal research writing assignment, and when Jen gets back we're off for final beignets! While I was sitting on my duff all day, she was out burning off beignets, which is hardly fair, but I'll eat some more for the team.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Thursday, September 14, 2006
know-nothing
Today I got scolded - and this is from the nice professor - for saying, "I don't know."
Oh sure, he wrapped it up in a nice little package of, "Because you're all becoming lawyers, there's this thing we do, which my wife calls, 'answer-for-everything-syndrome'."
Of course, when I said I didn't know, it was because I was tired of playing his game. Much as when Selma brings me the ball, all eager to play - for about two tosses, and then she gives me a look over her shoulder: "Well, you want it, you get it."
Except that, he called on me without my asking. And I was eager - I did what was a damn good brief and analysis of the case. He didn't even know what to say after I was done; he fumbled through his notes until he finally found something I hadn't addressed. "And why was this a matter for the court to decide rather than the jury?" Because it was a matter of law, through res ipsa loquitur, rather than a matter of fact for jury as fact-finder to find. But he calls on me ALL THE TIME, and I feel like in a class of 85, it's rude for me to talk all the time. I didn't care to package the answer in a way that he would approve of, so I just wanted to pass on to someone else who hadn't spoken. A little like looking over my shoulder at him: "You want the answer, you get it."
OK, my Entergy scandal has reached comic proportions - but I'm not laughing. They came back to read the meter today (after not being able to read the meter yesterday because they "couldn't find it") - and READ THE WRONG METER - despite it being clearly marked with the addresses. I've spent about 2 hours and 10 emails with them on this issue, and it's STILL NOT RESOLVED.
Now, I may know nothing about law, but I DO know how to read a gas meter, and I DO know that they're 100CCFs too high on the bill.
Oy.
So, I'm off to the aiport to pick up Jenny, and I think I'll go a little early - do some homework there while eating filled beignets. I'm too distracted here, and I keep thinking of how much electricity it takes to run these A/C units. Sigh.
Oh sure, he wrapped it up in a nice little package of, "Because you're all becoming lawyers, there's this thing we do, which my wife calls, 'answer-for-everything-syndrome'."
Of course, when I said I didn't know, it was because I was tired of playing his game. Much as when Selma brings me the ball, all eager to play - for about two tosses, and then she gives me a look over her shoulder: "Well, you want it, you get it."
Except that, he called on me without my asking. And I was eager - I did what was a damn good brief and analysis of the case. He didn't even know what to say after I was done; he fumbled through his notes until he finally found something I hadn't addressed. "And why was this a matter for the court to decide rather than the jury?" Because it was a matter of law, through res ipsa loquitur, rather than a matter of fact for jury as fact-finder to find. But he calls on me ALL THE TIME, and I feel like in a class of 85, it's rude for me to talk all the time. I didn't care to package the answer in a way that he would approve of, so I just wanted to pass on to someone else who hadn't spoken. A little like looking over my shoulder at him: "You want the answer, you get it."
OK, my Entergy scandal has reached comic proportions - but I'm not laughing. They came back to read the meter today (after not being able to read the meter yesterday because they "couldn't find it") - and READ THE WRONG METER - despite it being clearly marked with the addresses. I've spent about 2 hours and 10 emails with them on this issue, and it's STILL NOT RESOLVED.
Now, I may know nothing about law, but I DO know how to read a gas meter, and I DO know that they're 100CCFs too high on the bill.
Oy.
So, I'm off to the aiport to pick up Jenny, and I think I'll go a little early - do some homework there while eating filled beignets. I'm too distracted here, and I keep thinking of how much electricity it takes to run these A/C units. Sigh.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
who are you voting for prom queen?
When the campaign posters around my law school have slogans such as "You can't go wrong with T & A: Tiffani and Ashlee for Pres & VP" - well, I'm in a time warp I guess. Bad high school or sorority times that I never had to go through? Oy vey.
It doesn't seem to bother me as much as some others. One classmate has started a write-in campaign for me, which is strange. I have no desire for elected office - not here, not later.
The Landlord continues to harass me. I'm about to bust some caps. I'm SOOO eager to move. Oh - and he already listed the place (mind you, we're not officially out for another 28 days) - and for $100 LESS per month than we currently pay!
It doesn't seem to bother me as much as some others. One classmate has started a write-in campaign for me, which is strange. I have no desire for elected office - not here, not later.
The Landlord continues to harass me. I'm about to bust some caps. I'm SOOO eager to move. Oh - and he already listed the place (mind you, we're not officially out for another 28 days) - and for $100 LESS per month than we currently pay!
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
go for groovy
After visiting the VERY TINY apartment I may soon call home, I trudged up the stairs of the law school.
There are four flights of stairs to the computer lab. Honestly, sometimes after walking to school, I take the elevator. Today I wish I had.
I saw the Dean, my contracts prof, on the stairwell.
"Hello," I said.
"Hello," he replied, "How are you?"
"Great!" I responded. "How are you?"
"Not as much as great, but good."
"Go for groovy."
"Excuse me?" By this point I'm a full staircase ahead of him, looking down and him looking up as students mill past us.
"Go for groovy. Don't just elevate for great, but go yet higher. Go for groovy."
WHAT MORON INVADED MY BODY IN THOSE MOMENTS???
Why isn't somebody there to tell me, after I said "Great" to shut the hell up?!
Sigh.
So this tiny, efficiency is REALLY TINY. It's about the size of Dayton's house. And let's all remember here - DAYTON LIVES IN A REFUGEE CAMP. Is it empathy that I'm struggling for here, to choose to live like that?
Nope. Cost effectiveness. This place is SOOO close to school - it was a 7-minute stroll to the front door of the law school. It's $125 more than I'm paying now, and no more of The Roommate. It's very nice - completely renovated with slate tiles and new fixtures and everything. Which means clean and all that. And it's really, really close to the Rec Center. And I think there's parking right up to my door, though I need to check on that.
But can I live with NO counter space? I've already configured a board to set over the sink to use for chopping, and shelves on which to put the toaster oven and rice cooker, and the microwave on top of the refrigerator, and a small butcher block cart with storage underneath and an actual surface.
This will all be a really, really good experience for the day I'll live in Hong Kong (or a refugee camp myself - though having a bathroom and a refrigerator and electricity and running water sort of shoots the camp idea). Maybe I need to just check in with Shelton about all sorts of space-finding techniques. I think I can fit all my furniture in there, and everything else I own. I don't want to get rid of anything because hopefully it will only be a few months until Dayton and the girls get here and I'm looking for a bigger place.
It's a band-aid, as Nancy would say. It'll be ok for awhile. I think. I'll go back on Friday morning, with Jenny in tow, to check on it again.
It's definitely not groovy, but it may be good.
There are four flights of stairs to the computer lab. Honestly, sometimes after walking to school, I take the elevator. Today I wish I had.
I saw the Dean, my contracts prof, on the stairwell.
"Hello," I said.
"Hello," he replied, "How are you?"
"Great!" I responded. "How are you?"
"Not as much as great, but good."
"Go for groovy."
"Excuse me?" By this point I'm a full staircase ahead of him, looking down and him looking up as students mill past us.
"Go for groovy. Don't just elevate for great, but go yet higher. Go for groovy."
WHAT MORON INVADED MY BODY IN THOSE MOMENTS???
Why isn't somebody there to tell me, after I said "Great" to shut the hell up?!
Sigh.
So this tiny, efficiency is REALLY TINY. It's about the size of Dayton's house. And let's all remember here - DAYTON LIVES IN A REFUGEE CAMP. Is it empathy that I'm struggling for here, to choose to live like that?
Nope. Cost effectiveness. This place is SOOO close to school - it was a 7-minute stroll to the front door of the law school. It's $125 more than I'm paying now, and no more of The Roommate. It's very nice - completely renovated with slate tiles and new fixtures and everything. Which means clean and all that. And it's really, really close to the Rec Center. And I think there's parking right up to my door, though I need to check on that.
But can I live with NO counter space? I've already configured a board to set over the sink to use for chopping, and shelves on which to put the toaster oven and rice cooker, and the microwave on top of the refrigerator, and a small butcher block cart with storage underneath and an actual surface.
This will all be a really, really good experience for the day I'll live in Hong Kong (or a refugee camp myself - though having a bathroom and a refrigerator and electricity and running water sort of shoots the camp idea). Maybe I need to just check in with Shelton about all sorts of space-finding techniques. I think I can fit all my furniture in there, and everything else I own. I don't want to get rid of anything because hopefully it will only be a few months until Dayton and the girls get here and I'm looking for a bigger place.
It's a band-aid, as Nancy would say. It'll be ok for awhile. I think. I'll go back on Friday morning, with Jenny in tow, to check on it again.
It's definitely not groovy, but it may be good.
Monday, September 11, 2006
news
OK, I need a better nickname than "Blind Woman." How about ... no, can't call her by undergrad institution because that would infringe on her privacy.
ANYWAY, the woman without a nickname, she just said to me, "See ya later."
Ha! My guilt is assuaged! "See" has colloquial usage that is not limited to sighted persons.
Thanks to all for birthday greetings! (and even Michele!) Saturday I went out with Tami and Ahmed and Bekher for yummy African food and beignets. Much fun! Yesterday was spent cooking and shopping (not in that order, clearly), househunting, etc.
Bad news. The house that seemed *perfect* for me is already rented out. But, we have given official notice with move-out date of October 10, so hopefully I'll find something good right around the end of the month. (Or, Jenny will have remarkable apartment-finding skills this weekend!) It's a very unpleasant situation with landlord - he told The Roommate that we have a 1-year lease ... which, we don't, which has been a major problem because he keeps dodging on it (he'll evict us if he can get more rent) or demanding I show up *immediately* to sign it. Bullshit. We're out.
I just spent 29 minutes on line with energy company. I hate hold! A tech is supposed to come out this Thursday, so hopefully s/he is able to clear up the difficulty. It's $100! ARGH!
ANYWAY, the woman without a nickname, she just said to me, "See ya later."
Ha! My guilt is assuaged! "See" has colloquial usage that is not limited to sighted persons.
Thanks to all for birthday greetings! (and even Michele!) Saturday I went out with Tami and Ahmed and Bekher for yummy African food and beignets. Much fun! Yesterday was spent cooking and shopping (not in that order, clearly), househunting, etc.
Bad news. The house that seemed *perfect* for me is already rented out. But, we have given official notice with move-out date of October 10, so hopefully I'll find something good right around the end of the month. (Or, Jenny will have remarkable apartment-finding skills this weekend!) It's a very unpleasant situation with landlord - he told The Roommate that we have a 1-year lease ... which, we don't, which has been a major problem because he keeps dodging on it (he'll evict us if he can get more rent) or demanding I show up *immediately* to sign it. Bullshit. We're out.
I just spent 29 minutes on line with energy company. I hate hold! A tech is supposed to come out this Thursday, so hopefully s/he is able to clear up the difficulty. It's $100! ARGH!
Friday, September 08, 2006
Working Question Hero
It was not my intent rile up the masses in Contracts, to become a shero to the downtrodden by the professor's inquisitory ways.
No, indeed, it was a small victory I sought. One behind the scenes, without public identification or knowledge. I wanted people to question without giving me credit for this insurrection. Of course, Contracts Prof, also Law School Dean, has above-average intelligence - and what works with high school principals will not work with him. He has already called questioning "A Page from the {My Last Name} Book" about three times. When a student asked a hypothetical he said I had more than enough facts and she should just ask me for whatever she lacks and I could make myriad new questions out of it.
And now, The Boy Who Is Considered A Joke by all professors (and most if not all students - the mostly-deaf student had a stenographer one day and he told her not to write down anything TBWISCJ says, and he made that well-known ASL sign for "crazy") approached me, trying to harangue me into joining a study group of his making. I smiled and walked on, then shouted across the courtyard to The German to make TBWICAJ think perhaps my English isn't so great.
And even that, it was a question. And the Dean walked out, and I scurried away - though he is less bombastic without an audience.
I think though, that if the professors did not insist upon calling me by "Mr." or "Ms." {Last Name Here}, then perhaps I would not be quite so rebellious. But by this name, I'm accustomed to being the bombastic inquisitor. So now all these students are approaching me, asking what my first name is, and I want to just say "Ms." Though, of the past three females I've met, their names are Claire, Sylvia, and Amelia - probably three of my very favorite names. Certainly better than Ms.
No, indeed, it was a small victory I sought. One behind the scenes, without public identification or knowledge. I wanted people to question without giving me credit for this insurrection. Of course, Contracts Prof, also Law School Dean, has above-average intelligence - and what works with high school principals will not work with him. He has already called questioning "A Page from the {My Last Name} Book" about three times. When a student asked a hypothetical he said I had more than enough facts and she should just ask me for whatever she lacks and I could make myriad new questions out of it.
And now, The Boy Who Is Considered A Joke by all professors (and most if not all students - the mostly-deaf student had a stenographer one day and he told her not to write down anything TBWISCJ says, and he made that well-known ASL sign for "crazy") approached me, trying to harangue me into joining a study group of his making. I smiled and walked on, then shouted across the courtyard to The German to make TBWICAJ think perhaps my English isn't so great.
And even that, it was a question. And the Dean walked out, and I scurried away - though he is less bombastic without an audience.
I think though, that if the professors did not insist upon calling me by "Mr." or "Ms." {Last Name Here}, then perhaps I would not be quite so rebellious. But by this name, I'm accustomed to being the bombastic inquisitor. So now all these students are approaching me, asking what my first name is, and I want to just say "Ms." Though, of the past three females I've met, their names are Claire, Sylvia, and Amelia - probably three of my very favorite names. Certainly better than Ms.
stupid, stupid, stupid
Is it really the stupidest thing I've ever said, to the blind girl, "Oh, we live near each other - I'll be seeing you around!"? [Puppy's sad eyes lured me into the elevator..]
Or was it agitating my Contracts prof to the point that he spent more time trying to ridicule me than discussing points of law? The best part of that is that because I relentlessly continued with my pursuit of right to question that about 5 people followed suit - he just about had an apoplectic fit. "I'm the one asking questions!" he's cried throughout the term. Well, not today Mr. Dean of Law School, not today. I've had enough subversive students to know exactly how to play this game. I'll be subverting his paradigm. I really did try to be his notion of a good student, but I just can't.
In his defense, he was quite kind at the end to me when I actually answered a question instead of pushing further with his questions. He ended the class by saying what a great answer it was (though did have to make an unfortunate joke based on my last name and archery).
OK, five minutes until next class (Torts), must finish prep notes for that.
Or was it agitating my Contracts prof to the point that he spent more time trying to ridicule me than discussing points of law? The best part of that is that because I relentlessly continued with my pursuit of right to question that about 5 people followed suit - he just about had an apoplectic fit. "I'm the one asking questions!" he's cried throughout the term. Well, not today Mr. Dean of Law School, not today. I've had enough subversive students to know exactly how to play this game. I'll be subverting his paradigm. I really did try to be his notion of a good student, but I just can't.
In his defense, he was quite kind at the end to me when I actually answered a question instead of pushing further with his questions. He ended the class by saying what a great answer it was (though did have to make an unfortunate joke based on my last name and archery).
OK, five minutes until next class (Torts), must finish prep notes for that.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Bastards
Delta took away my flight again. Now it's like $2,300, which is really too much. Bastards. I'll check again each day and see, and once it gets below 2K, I'll grab it. If it does. If not, I'll cry. I think they play this game of releasing a few seats each week, so maybe I've got my timing down now - but I can't keep being so wishy washy!
Funniest question I got asked today? "Why are you here, anyway?" OK, she actually said, "Do you mind if I ask you a question? And feel free to say it's none of my business, but do you have like a one-sentence answer to the question about why you came here? You're in several of my classes and based on the things you say, I can tell you're not the "typical" First Choice Law School student, so I've been dying to ask you."
She's lucky that I was being served yummy food simultaneously. And what things do I say? I thought I was keeping a low profile!
And a budding immigration lawyer brought me home. She lives 10 blocks from campus and she drives? Oy.
And some guy, who overheard me answer the question where I'm originally from, leaned over and said, "Every woman I've ever met from Alaska I've found very interesting and I've really liked." Um, ok. Is it that we know how to wrassle grizzlies barehanded? Or chop our own firewood? Or is it how hard our nipples get in the cold?
Somebody else walked over to me after Torts and asked if I used to be an engineer. She was a chemical engineer. I've been meaning to talk to her for a while - she looks like a nice, fun person to hang with, and she tried to start a conversation when I was studying with my schoolgirls yesterday. But I thought she was talking to them (it's the whole Black thing - and not everybody yet knows that I'm not really white, so they don't really talk to me unless I have an entrance like through the cool kids who asked me to study with them - and all the Black kids stick together here, and all the white kids, and all the Asian kids - it's weird - with some exceptions, of course, like me), but she said today she was talking to me yesterday.
See, I KNEW I was playing my cards right. I don't have to be all out there and gushy and personable - the people, they will come to me. I don't think I sound that great in class, but today it got me like five people starting conversations with me, so it works. And I'm the only person whose name my writing teacher remembered.
Like my student Ana Angel used to say, "Cool is on the inside." If people see it and they like me, that's fine. If they don't, that's fine.
Everything I need to know in life I didn't learn in kindergarten - I learned it from teaching 8th grade.
Yesterday my Contracts prof was dismayed that nobody was jumping up with their hands to answer questions - like we used to do two weeks ago. It's of course because his caustic humor makes us feel unsafe in the classroom. He's damn funny, but we're tired of going out on a limb. But, I will prepare now to the best of my ability, and try my best to answer at least three of his questions (he doesn't like it when I ask questions). He's not like my Civil Procedure prof, whom I realized today really knows how to work a room - he has gotten almost every person in there to volunteer answers, and he only makes fun of one kid who is considered the class joke - which is the best way to handle him because he likes to waste classtime on stupid things. My Torts prof, on the other hand, has gone too far in the other extreme - he's such a nice guy and would never disagree with somebody, that we never know what we're supposed to think is right and we go off on all sorts of circuitous paths. Though, I think he's getting better. And he likes me because I answer his questions lots when nobody else will.
OK, I'm procrastinating.
Funniest question I got asked today? "Why are you here, anyway?" OK, she actually said, "Do you mind if I ask you a question? And feel free to say it's none of my business, but do you have like a one-sentence answer to the question about why you came here? You're in several of my classes and based on the things you say, I can tell you're not the "typical" First Choice Law School student, so I've been dying to ask you."
She's lucky that I was being served yummy food simultaneously. And what things do I say? I thought I was keeping a low profile!
And a budding immigration lawyer brought me home. She lives 10 blocks from campus and she drives? Oy.
And some guy, who overheard me answer the question where I'm originally from, leaned over and said, "Every woman I've ever met from Alaska I've found very interesting and I've really liked." Um, ok. Is it that we know how to wrassle grizzlies barehanded? Or chop our own firewood? Or is it how hard our nipples get in the cold?
Somebody else walked over to me after Torts and asked if I used to be an engineer. She was a chemical engineer. I've been meaning to talk to her for a while - she looks like a nice, fun person to hang with, and she tried to start a conversation when I was studying with my schoolgirls yesterday. But I thought she was talking to them (it's the whole Black thing - and not everybody yet knows that I'm not really white, so they don't really talk to me unless I have an entrance like through the cool kids who asked me to study with them - and all the Black kids stick together here, and all the white kids, and all the Asian kids - it's weird - with some exceptions, of course, like me), but she said today she was talking to me yesterday.
See, I KNEW I was playing my cards right. I don't have to be all out there and gushy and personable - the people, they will come to me. I don't think I sound that great in class, but today it got me like five people starting conversations with me, so it works. And I'm the only person whose name my writing teacher remembered.
Like my student Ana Angel used to say, "Cool is on the inside." If people see it and they like me, that's fine. If they don't, that's fine.
Everything I need to know in life I didn't learn in kindergarten - I learned it from teaching 8th grade.
Yesterday my Contracts prof was dismayed that nobody was jumping up with their hands to answer questions - like we used to do two weeks ago. It's of course because his caustic humor makes us feel unsafe in the classroom. He's damn funny, but we're tired of going out on a limb. But, I will prepare now to the best of my ability, and try my best to answer at least three of his questions (he doesn't like it when I ask questions). He's not like my Civil Procedure prof, whom I realized today really knows how to work a room - he has gotten almost every person in there to volunteer answers, and he only makes fun of one kid who is considered the class joke - which is the best way to handle him because he likes to waste classtime on stupid things. My Torts prof, on the other hand, has gone too far in the other extreme - he's such a nice guy and would never disagree with somebody, that we never know what we're supposed to think is right and we go off on all sorts of circuitous paths. Though, I think he's getting better. And he likes me because I answer his questions lots when nobody else will.
OK, I'm procrastinating.
the things that worry me
1. There's a blind woman in my classes with a very cute (though food-obsessed) dog. I finally introduced myself to her earlier this week, when her dog kept looking at me like I was going to step on him. He and I had been eyeing each other for awhile - and I'd even been sneaking him pets sometimes while he was working, which I know I'm not supposed to do. I just saw them getting on the elevator and I never know - should I shout out to say hi and introduce myself and all that? If she's in the zone with figuring out where she's going and all that, it could be annoying. Clearly if we're standing in the same place or going the same way I'll say something, but if she's going one way and I the other, it just seems interrupting - I can't just do a quick wave, after all. But the dog, he knows me now, and he expects my greeting. He turned around to see me when he was getting into the elevator, expecting me. So then I don't feel invisible, and it makes me feel guilty.
2. How many calories are in Reese's PBC. But I'm sooo hungry! There is SUCH a cute guy in some of my classes, and he was down in the lounge when I bought my chocolate, but he was talking with other people. He seems like SUCH a nice guy, too. About young enough to be my child, but I can still admire his beauty. He's model-like hot.
3. Where I'll live. I need a new place. The landlord was only nice to me because I'm white - he's totally racist, and that's so not cool. I just can't forgive it, and don't want to contribute to his existence.
4. Should I go to the Clinton Library this weekend?
5. Should I go to Senegal in December?
6. Did Gail find pupusas yesterday after she called me?
7. My class grades are all based on one three-hour final exam which is objectively given (the prof can't know our names when we take it). So those charming insights I give in class, they will count for naught.
8. I'm not full of charming insights in these classes. Sometimes I listen to my classmates and I think, "Dang! How did they figure that out!?" I know a lot are "cheating" -- using commercial study aids and more experienced law students. But some are just plain smart. At least I'm fearless - I don't mind being wrong.
9. Will another hurricane hit? I was chatting it up with one of my smart classmates (they call each other "colleagues" but that's freakin pretentious) who evacuated last year and deferred enrollment until this year. She says she doesn't even think about it - they lost EVERYTHING last year, but she never thinks about the hurricanes coming back - hoping it was a once per 100 year occurrence.
10. Will I get all my reading for tomorrow done? Um, not if I keep on blogging and surfing for hotels and flights.
2. How many calories are in Reese's PBC. But I'm sooo hungry! There is SUCH a cute guy in some of my classes, and he was down in the lounge when I bought my chocolate, but he was talking with other people. He seems like SUCH a nice guy, too. About young enough to be my child, but I can still admire his beauty. He's model-like hot.
3. Where I'll live. I need a new place. The landlord was only nice to me because I'm white - he's totally racist, and that's so not cool. I just can't forgive it, and don't want to contribute to his existence.
4. Should I go to the Clinton Library this weekend?
5. Should I go to Senegal in December?
6. Did Gail find pupusas yesterday after she called me?
7. My class grades are all based on one three-hour final exam which is objectively given (the prof can't know our names when we take it). So those charming insights I give in class, they will count for naught.
8. I'm not full of charming insights in these classes. Sometimes I listen to my classmates and I think, "Dang! How did they figure that out!?" I know a lot are "cheating" -- using commercial study aids and more experienced law students. But some are just plain smart. At least I'm fearless - I don't mind being wrong.
9. Will another hurricane hit? I was chatting it up with one of my smart classmates (they call each other "colleagues" but that's freakin pretentious) who evacuated last year and deferred enrollment until this year. She says she doesn't even think about it - they lost EVERYTHING last year, but she never thinks about the hurricanes coming back - hoping it was a once per 100 year occurrence.
10. Will I get all my reading for tomorrow done? Um, not if I keep on blogging and surfing for hotels and flights.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
37 pounds
Who am I kidding? I'm not really reading about mens rea right now.
I gained 37 pounds in Dallas. Six on my person, and 31 from Ikea in my suitcase - bumping it just over the 50 pound limit, but the guy who checked me in was named Angel and he had a thick Haitian accent and he was tall and hot and maybe my swooning convinced him not to charge me extra.
Great time in Dallas, and the weather even greeted me cheerfully and coolly. This trip would be be called "Cheap Eats" because that's what we did. Only one meal was over $15 for us both (and that was Pho, which is supposed to be way cheap but I got some other stuff, and I think he charged me $5 every time I said "pho" trying to sound Vietnamese cool). There were also pupusas and pecan waffles and Swedish pancakes at Ikea. Also spent MUCH time at Ikea and REI. Sigh. Civilization.
Now I'm back, still trying to decide if I will go to Senegal for winter break. I had just made the decision to, and then prices jumped up $200. Sigh.
I've been on a cooking rage since I moved here - I think the huge pantry has me all excited still. There's like no kitchen work space, but there's that pantry, so I have six types of grains (four types of rice) and four types of beans and all sorts of yummy stuff that I keep cooking up like crazy. Last night was a tragic mistake of Casamance - I think I marinated the cod too long in Mexican limes. The Roommate ate a ton of it and will finish it tonight, but I spat it out. Blech. So today I went home for lunch and made a Turkish lentil-bulgur wheat-spinach-tomato soup that was Yummalicious! More food for Tami!
I gained 37 pounds in Dallas. Six on my person, and 31 from Ikea in my suitcase - bumping it just over the 50 pound limit, but the guy who checked me in was named Angel and he had a thick Haitian accent and he was tall and hot and maybe my swooning convinced him not to charge me extra.
Great time in Dallas, and the weather even greeted me cheerfully and coolly. This trip would be be called "Cheap Eats" because that's what we did. Only one meal was over $15 for us both (and that was Pho, which is supposed to be way cheap but I got some other stuff, and I think he charged me $5 every time I said "pho" trying to sound Vietnamese cool). There were also pupusas and pecan waffles and Swedish pancakes at Ikea. Also spent MUCH time at Ikea and REI. Sigh. Civilization.
Now I'm back, still trying to decide if I will go to Senegal for winter break. I had just made the decision to, and then prices jumped up $200. Sigh.
I've been on a cooking rage since I moved here - I think the huge pantry has me all excited still. There's like no kitchen work space, but there's that pantry, so I have six types of grains (four types of rice) and four types of beans and all sorts of yummy stuff that I keep cooking up like crazy. Last night was a tragic mistake of Casamance - I think I marinated the cod too long in Mexican limes. The Roommate ate a ton of it and will finish it tonight, but I spat it out. Blech. So today I went home for lunch and made a Turkish lentil-bulgur wheat-spinach-tomato soup that was Yummalicious! More food for Tami!
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