Tuesday, I got an unexpected call in the morning to go in to a first grade classroom that day around noon. Sub calls have become 'unexpected' on the whole, for me, as they season has waned. I've maintained the most tenuous of connections with the school system, but since my last day in the Latin class, I've considered myself finished. Sub assignments, then, come as windfalls.
I hesitated at first, because it was first grade, and that awful pair of days back in the winter was a first grade classroom too. But I figured, what they hell.. the school was the one I pass by very often on my walks. If for no other reason than it was practically in my backyard, I ought to give it a chance.
It was one of the best behaved first grade classes I'd ever seen. They tested and pushed a bit, as every group will do with a sub. They have to see what they can get away with. I've gotten used to that, and even gotten used to the idea that they will try to destroy me. With those exceptional kids who will make art pictures for me.
But there were a couple of crystal clear moments when we were all working together, all on the same page, and all maybe even learning something. They were smart. They were good. I was impressed. As much as I hate to admit it, I think it's partly because the area where the school is located is a somewhat wealthier area. You can tell it if you go walking and jogging around. The houses are nice, and there's a little lake back there, some nice property. You'll see kids on the front lawn running around with neighbors while their parents sit serenely on the porch, keeping a watchful eye. It's the American Dream Come True, and I love to see it in the afternoons. But it also means that these kids understand a little something about the benevolent dictatorship of authority figures. I didn't have to fight as hard to make them listen and try and do.
Also coulda been the para in the room.. who knows!
Anyway, the very next day I was switching gears in a big way, to give my 'guest lecture' at KU to two mythology classes. They're covering Ovid's Metamorphoses, which was the material of my senior thesis. I elected to come in on the day they read parts of books 7-9, which contains both Cephalus and Iphis. And I won't say who picked out the stories they were to read for that day.. or maybe even the days following that one... <.< I was ridiculously excited to talk about Cephalus, although I worried a bit that it would be outside their interest level (not their comprehension-- they are capable, just maybe not into it).
But it seemed to go pretty well, and was fun. Wednesday evening, as per usual, I had my GRE prep class, which also seemed to go pretty well. Another verbal session in which I try to balance "just learn more vocab," with "here's what to do if you don't know the vocab." In between, Erin pointed out that I'd spent one day teaching handwriting and algae to first graders, and the next teaching college. Who does that?
Freelance educators do? I got to say hello to Dr. Corbeill while I was at it, and when he heard I was giving a short talk on my thesis, he asked if I "still agreed with it." It was aptly timed, because the day before, I'd been both delighted with some parts of my paper, and despairing at others. I had to admit that I found much of it to be rather immature, despite the fact that I've been "away from academia" all year.
I haven't really, that's a total lie. While academia hasn't been my-whole-life this past year, I've still managed to swim in collegiate circles as usual. I thought about it on my way across the Wal-Mart parking lot, wearing yet another college sweater (this one actually a Vandy representation, although I have several others). But I've made non-college friends, too (a few nights ago I stayed up watching Curb Your Enthusiasm with Heath), and seen so many people well on their ways toward goals that have nothing to do with getting higher and higher degrees. Ultimately, more degrees may be the most fitting path for me (I mean.. who are you talking to?), but it's nice to know it was never ever the only way.
Showing posts with label Latin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Latin. Show all posts
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Suffenus iste, and umeboshi
I think that the way I learned my Latin poetry in high school was some kind of musical memory form of sheer memorization, which is odd because I'm not a huge fan of straight-up memorizing things. I still have these phrases stuck in my head though, in English, that are translations of things we went over in class.
There's a Catullus poem that starts out "Suffenus iste," and the English beginning is "that very Suffenus, whom you well know..." The poem itself, number "22" in the Catullus corpus we have today, goes on to say that Suffenus is a cool guy, no really, but he is a terrible poet, and if you were to just read his poetry, you'd think him a "goat-milker" or "ditch-maker." And yet he thinks he rules at writing. The end of the poem is a reflection on how we're all a little bit Suffenus, but each of us is unable to see the flaws he carries around in his backpack:
That, so it follows, is why it's so easy to overlook in ourselves what we can judge in others. We can easily see others' "Suffenus backpacks," and not see our own.
Conversely:
Also when I was in high school, I watched this show called Fruits Basket, an anime of ridiculous cuteness proportions that still reaches me in its way. Roommate has been collecting it in book form for several years now, and we get really excited when the next installment comes out. We have been known to call it "crack for girls (and Dre)" for its addictive properties. The umeboshi conversation is not, I think, actually in the books.
In the show version, the painfully good character Tohru (who is like, everyone's savior or something.. it's sick) notices that two characters constantly at war (cousins Yuki and Kyo) are actually each jealous of the other. She says it's because it is easy for each to see the good qualities of the other, which he envies, but is unable to see his own good qualities. She likens it to the umeboshi in onigiri (riceball), the little plum that is sometimes stuck into the back of it. You can't see your own sweetness because it's stuck in your back, although you can see it in everyone else's.
This one has fish flakes instead of umeboshi, but you get the idea. (Wikimedia Commons)
Last night, our conversation tended toward our enjoyment of seeking and seeing the good in others. In appreciating the shit that sometimes, other people don't really appreciate. Roommate sagely said, "The divine in me loves the divine in them." I smiled my childish smile and said, "Your umeboshi is showing."
There's a Catullus poem that starts out "Suffenus iste," and the English beginning is "that very Suffenus, whom you well know..." The poem itself, number "22" in the Catullus corpus we have today, goes on to say that Suffenus is a cool guy, no really, but he is a terrible poet, and if you were to just read his poetry, you'd think him a "goat-milker" or "ditch-maker." And yet he thinks he rules at writing. The end of the poem is a reflection on how we're all a little bit Suffenus, but each of us is unable to see the flaws he carries around in his backpack:
Nimirum idem omnes fallimur, neque est quisquam
quem non in aliqua re videre Suffenum
possis. Suus cuique attributus est error;
sed non videmus manticae quod tergo est.
Without doubt, we are all decieved the same, nor is there anyone in whom you are not able to see Suffenus. To each is allotted his own error; but we do not see the knapsack, for it is on our backs.quem non in aliqua re videre Suffenum
possis. Suus cuique attributus est error;
sed non videmus manticae quod tergo est.
That, so it follows, is why it's so easy to overlook in ourselves what we can judge in others. We can easily see others' "Suffenus backpacks," and not see our own.
Conversely:
Also when I was in high school, I watched this show called Fruits Basket, an anime of ridiculous cuteness proportions that still reaches me in its way. Roommate has been collecting it in book form for several years now, and we get really excited when the next installment comes out. We have been known to call it "crack for girls (and Dre)" for its addictive properties. The umeboshi conversation is not, I think, actually in the books.
In the show version, the painfully good character Tohru (who is like, everyone's savior or something.. it's sick) notices that two characters constantly at war (cousins Yuki and Kyo) are actually each jealous of the other. She says it's because it is easy for each to see the good qualities of the other, which he envies, but is unable to see his own good qualities. She likens it to the umeboshi in onigiri (riceball), the little plum that is sometimes stuck into the back of it. You can't see your own sweetness because it's stuck in your back, although you can see it in everyone else's.
This one has fish flakes instead of umeboshi, but you get the idea. (Wikimedia Commons)Last night, our conversation tended toward our enjoyment of seeking and seeing the good in others. In appreciating the shit that sometimes, other people don't really appreciate. Roommate sagely said, "The divine in me loves the divine in them." I smiled my childish smile and said, "Your umeboshi is showing."
Monday, April 13, 2009
Epistulae and news
For the second day in a row, we are blessed with moderately chilly rain here in the middle of the midwest. I was going to bounce around Loose Park and take photos for another "travel guide" kind of thing, but bouncing around parks in chilly rain is simply not my thing. Staying inside, writing letters, and contemplating life..? Ah, that is more like it.
Letter writing is something that comes in waves, for me. It is, in fact, the very thing that prompted me to start this blog in the first place. I had let the letters pile up in my little desk organizer, and when I finally dispensed with replying to all of them, I realized I'd written the same thing fourteen times and sent it to different places around the country. There's nothing wrong with this in and of itself.. but the whole reason I had let them pile up was a general lack of time to deal with writing. Remedied here.
Not too long ago, I bought a rainbow pad of paper. The pages are "A5," so they are large enough to say something, and small enough to never say quite enough. There are a total of ten colors, but here are seven spread across my coffeetable.
I later put six under the glass and made them a permanent color fixture.. because I like colors.
Anyway, they may make me write more, or I may just like to write more than I used to, when it comes to letters. I'm going to say my record is the letter I sent wherein I used one of every color of paper, front and back. I used to just give the news, but now that this blog does that, I get introspective and deep as well. It allows me to tailor my letters a little bit more when I don't have to spend any time giving the basic facts, maybe?
I make a list of all the people to whom I need to mail things on my whiteboard in my room. I tend to go in order of who sent me something first and work my way down, but that isn't always how it works out.
Anyway, I got some sweet new stamps that I'm excited about using. I had to keep myself from also buying a bunch of sunflower ones, being in Kansas and all. It was almost too cliched.
So, in general: things are going pretty well. I've settled into a sort of schedule and am getting better at these things I do. My GRE tutor student has, I think, improved, although her diagnostic wasn't terribly encouraging. My Latin tutor student has worked his way up to an A, which rules. My GRE class last week wasn't the most awesome thing ever, but I have a feeling this week will be much better. D$ has expressed some interest in being my friend (and it's different, this time--). Zig's has added me for Saturday nights as well, so my frustration at only being given four hours a week is assuaged. And, literally, the sun just came out as the clouds are migrating southward before my very eyes. The sunset side of the sky is pinkish.
Letter writing is something that comes in waves, for me. It is, in fact, the very thing that prompted me to start this blog in the first place. I had let the letters pile up in my little desk organizer, and when I finally dispensed with replying to all of them, I realized I'd written the same thing fourteen times and sent it to different places around the country. There's nothing wrong with this in and of itself.. but the whole reason I had let them pile up was a general lack of time to deal with writing. Remedied here.
Not too long ago, I bought a rainbow pad of paper. The pages are "A5," so they are large enough to say something, and small enough to never say quite enough. There are a total of ten colors, but here are seven spread across my coffeetable.
I later put six under the glass and made them a permanent color fixture.. because I like colors.Anyway, they may make me write more, or I may just like to write more than I used to, when it comes to letters. I'm going to say my record is the letter I sent wherein I used one of every color of paper, front and back. I used to just give the news, but now that this blog does that, I get introspective and deep as well. It allows me to tailor my letters a little bit more when I don't have to spend any time giving the basic facts, maybe?
I make a list of all the people to whom I need to mail things on my whiteboard in my room. I tend to go in order of who sent me something first and work my way down, but that isn't always how it works out.
Anyway, I got some sweet new stamps that I'm excited about using. I had to keep myself from also buying a bunch of sunflower ones, being in Kansas and all. It was almost too cliched.
So, in general: things are going pretty well. I've settled into a sort of schedule and am getting better at these things I do. My GRE tutor student has, I think, improved, although her diagnostic wasn't terribly encouraging. My Latin tutor student has worked his way up to an A, which rules. My GRE class last week wasn't the most awesome thing ever, but I have a feeling this week will be much better. D$ has expressed some interest in being my friend (and it's different, this time--). Zig's has added me for Saturday nights as well, so my frustration at only being given four hours a week is assuaged. And, literally, the sun just came out as the clouds are migrating southward before my very eyes. The sunset side of the sky is pinkish.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
(There, and) Back Again
I've been doing some thinking. I'm not sure I could ever not be doing thinking, but I've been doing it. And a little math, too.
What with the recession and all, this sub gig might have dried up more or less for good. I am starting to get the feeling that they have cracked down on the teachers, saying "no more sick days unless you are dying," or, they are skimping on subs and having regular teachers cover classes during their planning periods. Either that, or I'm totally blacklisted from district work.
My last 'big' check arrived today, its size owing to the fact that I get more per day in a long-term assignment, not to mention the more-days inherent in that term. My last full week of Latin-subbing has come to its eventual result.
It's quite possible that I have done what I needed to do within this substitute thing and it is receding as quickly and strangely as it appeared. But if it's really gone, I'm not sure the Kaplan KC thing is going to be enough.
So I've been seriously thinking about going back to Zig's and asking for my job back. It makes me feel good that the last time I was there, several waitresses asked when I was coming back. Not having the heart (nor the certainty) to say never, I said once I stopped making enough money at subbing. Well, that day might be quickly on its way. In April, I'll be doing a GRE class with Kaplan here in town, but I'm still not sure that'll make it up.
I have felt a bit sentimental at times, and I have missed the restaurant stuff now and then. I suppose it wouldn't be so terrible to go back and work a bit less hard for a lot less dollars. I may go up there tomorrow and talk to the manager I still know (they replaced the GM just after I left, and I don't know him basically at all, but the kitchen manager thinks I am pretty cool).
I'm still piecing together the cosmic implications of the idea that I had a specific task to complete, for myself and in service to the universe, and that it was maybe these several weeks of Latin teaching (+ learning I am not meant to teach first grade + kind of liking the idea of English teaching), and now I'm done with this piece of it. Wrapping up is strange. I have my very last day in that classroom on March 30th, when their real teacher is in Nashville (of course!) with the Greek class.
I used to count my work weeks in terms of hours, not dollars. Even when I scan my schedule like that, though, I could be doing more. I don't mean that like it sounds. But already, even knowing I 'worked' today, and even though it took much longer than it should have because I locked my keys in the car and had to make my poor roommate drive all the way to KC to bring the spare... I've still got most of the day to just hang out. Not that this is a bad thing, and not that I shouldn't be prepping my ACT lesson for Friday (and yes, I do get paid for prep time also, just not quite as much).
Perhaps it's time to effect a return! Someone tell me, was I stressed out at the restaurant job because I had no other change of scenery, and no other friends, then?
What with the recession and all, this sub gig might have dried up more or less for good. I am starting to get the feeling that they have cracked down on the teachers, saying "no more sick days unless you are dying," or, they are skimping on subs and having regular teachers cover classes during their planning periods. Either that, or I'm totally blacklisted from district work.
My last 'big' check arrived today, its size owing to the fact that I get more per day in a long-term assignment, not to mention the more-days inherent in that term. My last full week of Latin-subbing has come to its eventual result.
It's quite possible that I have done what I needed to do within this substitute thing and it is receding as quickly and strangely as it appeared. But if it's really gone, I'm not sure the Kaplan KC thing is going to be enough.
So I've been seriously thinking about going back to Zig's and asking for my job back. It makes me feel good that the last time I was there, several waitresses asked when I was coming back. Not having the heart (nor the certainty) to say never, I said once I stopped making enough money at subbing. Well, that day might be quickly on its way. In April, I'll be doing a GRE class with Kaplan here in town, but I'm still not sure that'll make it up.
I have felt a bit sentimental at times, and I have missed the restaurant stuff now and then. I suppose it wouldn't be so terrible to go back and work a bit less hard for a lot less dollars. I may go up there tomorrow and talk to the manager I still know (they replaced the GM just after I left, and I don't know him basically at all, but the kitchen manager thinks I am pretty cool).
I'm still piecing together the cosmic implications of the idea that I had a specific task to complete, for myself and in service to the universe, and that it was maybe these several weeks of Latin teaching (+ learning I am not meant to teach first grade + kind of liking the idea of English teaching), and now I'm done with this piece of it. Wrapping up is strange. I have my very last day in that classroom on March 30th, when their real teacher is in Nashville (of course!) with the Greek class.
I used to count my work weeks in terms of hours, not dollars. Even when I scan my schedule like that, though, I could be doing more. I don't mean that like it sounds. But already, even knowing I 'worked' today, and even though it took much longer than it should have because I locked my keys in the car and had to make my poor roommate drive all the way to KC to bring the spare... I've still got most of the day to just hang out. Not that this is a bad thing, and not that I shouldn't be prepping my ACT lesson for Friday (and yes, I do get paid for prep time also, just not quite as much).
Perhaps it's time to effect a return! Someone tell me, was I stressed out at the restaurant job because I had no other change of scenery, and no other friends, then?
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Potentially Officially Affliliated; also, beer
As we know already, I have a tendency to relish connectivity. There's nothing better than a little web of seemingly random interconnected meaning.
Today, during my planning period/lunch break, I was browsing the interweb as one is wont to do. I remembered that I meant, last night, to look in the phone book to see if I could find some martial arts for myself. Yes, I'll only be living here a few more months, but hey, I could be back later.
Here is why: I was recently accepted by the KU Classics MA program, stipend and all (but I've always known that humanities grad students don't pay for school but are paid to be graduate teaching assistants.. I can see no other way a poor humanities major should survive unless independently wealthy). I submitted an application in a sort of just-in-case fashion, hope still being high for the JET experience. In the process of writing my cover letter, I realized that I really could gather quite a bit of enthusiasm for the program. From the ground up, Lawrence is a grea town-- this is a pretty big deal when choosing a place to spend several years, because even if your program rocks, if there is nothing for you outside of it, you'll be in a less than ideal situation. Also, the department has been nothing but great to me since the day I first wandered serendipitously into their halls posing as a prospective graduate student.
Actually, I would not have been there, but my roommate wanted to go check out the East Asian Studies department; I rode along (well, I had nothing better to do that day.. this was back in the late summer/early fall, when we didn't have friends yet). Classics was in the same building. I couldn't think of a good way to say "I'm a classics-hanger-on and would like to skulk around this department, offering tutoring and snagging friends," so I said I was "interested in the grad program." The Department Chair was busy, but she graciously suggested I come to the gathering/party the following day where I could meet and speak with grad students and more faculty.
This gathering also happened to be at the home of a name familiar to me through a professor at Vandy. This whole thing is rife with random connectivity.
I went to the party, and the Graduate Director, Professor Corbeill, told me all about the program. It seemed quite meritous, even if I were only posing as a prospective. Professor Corbeill later gave my name to a certain high school Latin teacher who was about to go on paternity leave.. without this, I would not be where I am, at this moment, sitting. This gathering was also where I met Erin, a first year grad student, and my Lawrence best.
So I filled out that application, warmly confident that it was a great program, and I am a great candidate for it. As time has passed, I've gone to a lecture or two, and hung around the department office a bit more. I even went to an afternoon translation session and made a good showing by sight-reading some Livy. In due time, I think I impressed Dr. Corbeill with my hanger-on ways, and I'm sure my shiny little transcripts didn't hurt either.
So anyway, I was looking for karate, right? And I decided to go to lawrence.com, because that's potentially a place to find all things Lawrencian. And there on the front page was this article! I beamed with pride. I know Heath from restaurant times at Zig's.. I used to be food expediter, and Heath was hands-down my favorite cook. His genuine good attitude was, especially some days, an absolute Godsend. He would laugh where others would get testy or blame me for things, and he was always upbeat and encouraging.
There in that barnyard is where I was when Professor Corbeill called me to invite me aboard the good ship KU. I had just toured the tiny facilities in my slacks and low heels on a chilly grey afternoon and was sampling a bit of the red brew courtesy of Heath when my phone rang to an unfamiliar number.
So, I might be back after all. I am not yet sure; I like the town, I like the department, and I like the connections I've made here. It's been fun being technically independent of the University, and would be cool to be in a program there. For now, we've still to wait and see what happens.
Today, during my planning period/lunch break, I was browsing the interweb as one is wont to do. I remembered that I meant, last night, to look in the phone book to see if I could find some martial arts for myself. Yes, I'll only be living here a few more months, but hey, I could be back later.
Here is why: I was recently accepted by the KU Classics MA program, stipend and all (but I've always known that humanities grad students don't pay for school but are paid to be graduate teaching assistants.. I can see no other way a poor humanities major should survive unless independently wealthy). I submitted an application in a sort of just-in-case fashion, hope still being high for the JET experience. In the process of writing my cover letter, I realized that I really could gather quite a bit of enthusiasm for the program. From the ground up, Lawrence is a grea town-- this is a pretty big deal when choosing a place to spend several years, because even if your program rocks, if there is nothing for you outside of it, you'll be in a less than ideal situation. Also, the department has been nothing but great to me since the day I first wandered serendipitously into their halls posing as a prospective graduate student.
Actually, I would not have been there, but my roommate wanted to go check out the East Asian Studies department; I rode along (well, I had nothing better to do that day.. this was back in the late summer/early fall, when we didn't have friends yet). Classics was in the same building. I couldn't think of a good way to say "I'm a classics-hanger-on and would like to skulk around this department, offering tutoring and snagging friends," so I said I was "interested in the grad program." The Department Chair was busy, but she graciously suggested I come to the gathering/party the following day where I could meet and speak with grad students and more faculty.
This gathering also happened to be at the home of a name familiar to me through a professor at Vandy. This whole thing is rife with random connectivity.
I went to the party, and the Graduate Director, Professor Corbeill, told me all about the program. It seemed quite meritous, even if I were only posing as a prospective. Professor Corbeill later gave my name to a certain high school Latin teacher who was about to go on paternity leave.. without this, I would not be where I am, at this moment, sitting. This gathering was also where I met Erin, a first year grad student, and my Lawrence best.
So I filled out that application, warmly confident that it was a great program, and I am a great candidate for it. As time has passed, I've gone to a lecture or two, and hung around the department office a bit more. I even went to an afternoon translation session and made a good showing by sight-reading some Livy. In due time, I think I impressed Dr. Corbeill with my hanger-on ways, and I'm sure my shiny little transcripts didn't hurt either.
So anyway, I was looking for karate, right? And I decided to go to lawrence.com, because that's potentially a place to find all things Lawrencian. And there on the front page was this article! I beamed with pride. I know Heath from restaurant times at Zig's.. I used to be food expediter, and Heath was hands-down my favorite cook. His genuine good attitude was, especially some days, an absolute Godsend. He would laugh where others would get testy or blame me for things, and he was always upbeat and encouraging.
There in that barnyard is where I was when Professor Corbeill called me to invite me aboard the good ship KU. I had just toured the tiny facilities in my slacks and low heels on a chilly grey afternoon and was sampling a bit of the red brew courtesy of Heath when my phone rang to an unfamiliar number.
So, I might be back after all. I am not yet sure; I like the town, I like the department, and I like the connections I've made here. It's been fun being technically independent of the University, and would be cool to be in a program there. For now, we've still to wait and see what happens.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Serendipity in Nashville
I'm going to Nashville this weekend. I've got an interview with the JET program: this means I've passed the first round of eliminations and face one further. I should be more focused on the interview itself, but I've been looking into my weekend plans instead. This may be because I am a bit overconfident about my interview (this will change as the moment approaches, I assure you). It's also because I'm really looking forward to a little Nashville vacation.
I was worried that I wouldn't be able to fly out Thursday AND have a job that day, but fortune intervened in the person of Mr. Jason, whose Latin class is occasionally half mine instead. Because of the way his schedule is set up, I could leave early on Thursday, if I wished. So, no worries about making the flight!
As it turns out, not only will I be able to see my friends who are still in Nashville (Johnny, Lindsay, Beatnik, Aasritha, Zul, and assorted professors), but I will even get to see some of them perform in Asian New Year Festival. I myself used to perform with the Souran Bushi crew; despite my general lack of coordination [and it admittedly requires little-- the movements are supposed to be symbolic of fishing crews], the dance was a lot of fun: Souran Bushi [on the video, our dance starts at 1:50; Aasritha, Dre, Zul, and myself are all featured, as are a bunch of other people I just love]. Asian New Year Festival, or ANYF is Saturday night.
But that's not all! Some old 'J-Hallers,' or members of the Japanese language hall from the past, are also going to be there. Not only myself and my roommate, Dre, but also a few more guys from around the southeast who feel that ANYF and the serendipitous occurrence of interviews at the same time calls for a reunion of sorts (Allegranzi and Seth).
And I'm not even done yet. My friend Dean, who is now in UVA Law, has some kind of debate tourney at Vandy that Friday.
So all in all, the weekend promises to be a complete overabundance of reunion-ship and good times. I would have stayed longer, but I've got to be back in time to sub on Monday in my favorite job (yep.. the Latin kids, again)!
I was worried that I wouldn't be able to fly out Thursday AND have a job that day, but fortune intervened in the person of Mr. Jason, whose Latin class is occasionally half mine instead. Because of the way his schedule is set up, I could leave early on Thursday, if I wished. So, no worries about making the flight!
As it turns out, not only will I be able to see my friends who are still in Nashville (Johnny, Lindsay, Beatnik, Aasritha, Zul, and assorted professors), but I will even get to see some of them perform in Asian New Year Festival. I myself used to perform with the Souran Bushi crew; despite my general lack of coordination [and it admittedly requires little-- the movements are supposed to be symbolic of fishing crews], the dance was a lot of fun: Souran Bushi [on the video, our dance starts at 1:50; Aasritha, Dre, Zul, and myself are all featured, as are a bunch of other people I just love]. Asian New Year Festival, or ANYF is Saturday night.
But that's not all! Some old 'J-Hallers,' or members of the Japanese language hall from the past, are also going to be there. Not only myself and my roommate, Dre, but also a few more guys from around the southeast who feel that ANYF and the serendipitous occurrence of interviews at the same time calls for a reunion of sorts (Allegranzi and Seth).
And I'm not even done yet. My friend Dean, who is now in UVA Law, has some kind of debate tourney at Vandy that Friday.
So all in all, the weekend promises to be a complete overabundance of reunion-ship and good times. I would have stayed longer, but I've got to be back in time to sub on Monday in my favorite job (yep.. the Latin kids, again)!
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