I got into Tufts! At last, the wait is over and I can stop being an anxiety-riddled ball of nerves! I am so happy and excited, both about this program and about finally moving into the city (we sign the lease on Wednesday!). So many new and exciting things in my future! Now all I have to do is keep my focus here at school for the next ten weeks and we'll be golden. :)
ciao
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Infuriatingly Useless
So remember how BU sent me that e-mail about how they had made a decision about my application but refuse to tell me what it was? Just let me stew around for a bit while I waited for the mail to come? Well, this just in from Tufts-
"Dear Applicant,
The department is completing its review of applications and decisions will be made shortly. You will be able to view your decision online at -supersecretwebaddress- as soon as it is available.
Please understand that we cannot communicate admissions decisions over the telephone so please log on to the website regularly.
Applicants who are offered admission will also receive a packet in the mail."
A username and password follow.
SERIOUSLY?!?! Was it so hard to send out an e-mail that said "At 5:00pm on Friday, the decision concerning your application will be available at this address"?!?!?! WHY IS THAT SO HARD!! I literally can't sleep. Literally. It's 4:45 in the morning, and all I want to do is keep refreshing that stupid web page. FML.
ciao
"Dear Applicant,
The department is completing its review of applications and decisions will be made shortly. You will be able to view your decision online at -supersecretwebaddress- as soon as it is available.
Please understand that we cannot communicate admissions decisions over the telephone so please log on to the website regularly.
Applicants who are offered admission will also receive a packet in the mail."
A username and password follow.
SERIOUSLY?!?! Was it so hard to send out an e-mail that said "At 5:00pm on Friday, the decision concerning your application will be available at this address"?!?!?! WHY IS THAT SO HARD!! I literally can't sleep. Literally. It's 4:45 in the morning, and all I want to do is keep refreshing that stupid web page. FML.
ciao
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Home is Where the Heart Is
So, for those of you who don't know, my fellowship with my current school is ending with the school year. Though I would love to stay, 1) I haven't been offered a job for next year and because of that 2) I am excited to move into the city and try something new (hopefully graduate school). That being said, The Boyfriend and I have to find somewhere new to live. Several faculty have asked me if I thought about staying here just as a house parent, but I find it strange to only be working for the school in that capacity. So, since I've been on spring break, I've been looking up apartments obsessively. I contacted a real estate agent to help us out, as well as just e-mailing people on craigslist. I have to say, once we really got started, it was surprisingly easy! I arranged a meeting to see one place on Monday morning, then a meeting with the agent that afternoon. The boyfriend and I spent the day being driven from place to place, assessing faucets, closets, and storage space.
The first guy we met was...unconventional. He looked like a Rastafarian with white-man dreadlocks, one of those shapeless knot caps, and a sleepy, laid-back expression that made me wonder about his non-office hour activities. He took us to see two places; the first was literally right next to Tufts and the second was a bit farther away on Highland Ave. The first place was fairly large, with two bedrooms and a nice kitchen. The area, however, was a little too iffy and inaccessible. The second place on Highland, while in an obviously more accessible area, had a strange lay-out and really didn't have enough closet space. Plus, the walls were painted really bright, garish colors that would be a pain to cover up.
The second agent inspired much more confidence. He had a very professional manner and asked us all sorts of questions about what we wanted, how far away from Tufts we were willing to be, how much we would spend if heat and hot water were or weren't included, etc. Then he drove us around to a bunch of different places in his brand-new Mercedes. The first place was a no-go because it didn't have laundry in the building and was being renovated over the summer so the rent would be out of our price range. The second was a gorgeous loft, but the bedroom was teeny tiny! We also really want to have a separate room to use as an office. The third place was enormous! It was the first floor of a house in Winter Hill. The price was pretty good, but we'd have to take it in May instead of June. It was really large, though, which made it very appealing. The fourth place had disgusting carpets so I vetoed it as soon as we walked in. The last place was in Arlington, which is a bit too isolated for us, even though the apartment was cheap and beautiful.
Yesterday, we met another agent at a different place on Highland and it was...stunning. Large rooms, lots of windows, and just an awesome vibe in general. We saw another apartment that was similar but with a different layout, but we were in love with the first place. It's on the more expensive side in he rent, but it includes heat and hot water and is in an awesome location. SOO...I think we'll be going with that one and are getting ready to sign all the paperwork as I type this.
I am so excited to move into the city. While I love where I live now, it will just be so much easier to have a diverse social life if we're closer to the action. And it will definitely be nice to live away from 30 high school girls. ;)
ciao
The first guy we met was...unconventional. He looked like a Rastafarian with white-man dreadlocks, one of those shapeless knot caps, and a sleepy, laid-back expression that made me wonder about his non-office hour activities. He took us to see two places; the first was literally right next to Tufts and the second was a bit farther away on Highland Ave. The first place was fairly large, with two bedrooms and a nice kitchen. The area, however, was a little too iffy and inaccessible. The second place on Highland, while in an obviously more accessible area, had a strange lay-out and really didn't have enough closet space. Plus, the walls were painted really bright, garish colors that would be a pain to cover up.
The second agent inspired much more confidence. He had a very professional manner and asked us all sorts of questions about what we wanted, how far away from Tufts we were willing to be, how much we would spend if heat and hot water were or weren't included, etc. Then he drove us around to a bunch of different places in his brand-new Mercedes. The first place was a no-go because it didn't have laundry in the building and was being renovated over the summer so the rent would be out of our price range. The second was a gorgeous loft, but the bedroom was teeny tiny! We also really want to have a separate room to use as an office. The third place was enormous! It was the first floor of a house in Winter Hill. The price was pretty good, but we'd have to take it in May instead of June. It was really large, though, which made it very appealing. The fourth place had disgusting carpets so I vetoed it as soon as we walked in. The last place was in Arlington, which is a bit too isolated for us, even though the apartment was cheap and beautiful.
Yesterday, we met another agent at a different place on Highland and it was...stunning. Large rooms, lots of windows, and just an awesome vibe in general. We saw another apartment that was similar but with a different layout, but we were in love with the first place. It's on the more expensive side in he rent, but it includes heat and hot water and is in an awesome location. SOO...I think we'll be going with that one and are getting ready to sign all the paperwork as I type this.
I am so excited to move into the city. While I love where I live now, it will just be so much easier to have a diverse social life if we're closer to the action. And it will definitely be nice to live away from 30 high school girls. ;)
ciao
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Beware the Ides of March!
It seems fitting for some reason that my 100th post be about my interview. I don't know why.
Also, the fact that today is the Ides of March has nothing to do with my post, I just think it's a good idea to remind people about it. :)
So....my interview. It was generally a weird day overall. In the morning, I had taken the option of visiting one of the site schools that Tufts works with. I was told to get there on my own, where I would be met by someone who would talk to me for a bit then take me to observe some classes. I arrived early (of course) and met a few other candidates for the program. We talked for a bit before being met by the head of the social studies department. Aside from knowing that we were coming, this woman had no idea what to do with us. She thought that we were all interested in social studies (we were not; the other candidates were French, English, and Science) and then wasn't sure about what classes we should go see. She had not idea that we might like to see classes in our discipline, so she dropped us off at one class, then another, while she tried to go arrange that. The Latin teacher wasn't even there that day, so I sat in on an AP French class, which was, of course, taught entirely in French. The teachers of the classes we visited also had no idea we were coming, so none of them were doing anything particularly interesting, though it was nice to see the culture of the school in general. We were supposed to talk with the current Tufts interns, but the woman in charge of us didn't know, so we only learned their names before we were whisked off somewhere else. It was all very unorganized.
After that, we were to get back to Tufts on our own for the pizza reception at 12:30. We left the school at 11:00am, sure that we would be on campus within a half hour or so, since Tufts wasn't very far from the school. That was without considering the length of time it would take the bus we wanted to come. So I stood with two other candidates outside in the pouring, freezing rain for about 30-40 minutes, and, once we did get on the bus, we had to make a transfer, which meant more freezing, pouring rain. I commented to one of the other candidates that it's a good thing Tufts was my only choice because if I had another one, I would be sorely tempted to take it. I mean, shouldn't they have at least arranged for us to get back to campus? What if the candidate were from out of town and had no idea how to navigate the buses? At any rate, we made it to the appointed room, a little wetter than we'd been that morning.
The reception was fine; we all went around and said our names and what we wanted to teach. Naturally, I was the only Latin candidate, which makes me want to think that my chances of getting in are slightly higher than other people's. Then I went in to my interview. The woman interviewing me was, first of all, only interviewing two candidates that afternoon. She was also some kind of math Ph.D candidate, though she obviously had ties to the Dept of Education. The first thing she said to me when I sat down was, "I'm sorry, I've read over your statement of purpose, but I haven't really read your recommendations or your resume." I thought to myself, "WTF?! How on earth are you supposed to know anything about me without having read my stuff??" while aloud I said, "Well I'm sure they all said nice things about me." So, that was weird, and definitely threw me off. The interview itself was really casual, more of a conversation than anything, which as nice, except that this lady knew nothing about Latin and nothing about me. I mean, she asked me if there was a difference between learning your first language versus your second. Like, what??? So, yeah. It was strange all around and I didn't come out of it feeling that I'd represented myself well, mostly because I felt like I was explaining things to her the whole time rather than talking about why I'm passionate about teaching. Very disconcerting. I talked to my dad the next day and he was like, "Well maybe they've already decided to admit you but had to interview you for appearances." That would certainly be nice.
So, now all I have to do is wait. I think I might be hearing within the next few days, so I'll definitely let the blogosphere know.
Next up, the exciting world of apartment-hunting!
ciao
Also, the fact that today is the Ides of March has nothing to do with my post, I just think it's a good idea to remind people about it. :)
So....my interview. It was generally a weird day overall. In the morning, I had taken the option of visiting one of the site schools that Tufts works with. I was told to get there on my own, where I would be met by someone who would talk to me for a bit then take me to observe some classes. I arrived early (of course) and met a few other candidates for the program. We talked for a bit before being met by the head of the social studies department. Aside from knowing that we were coming, this woman had no idea what to do with us. She thought that we were all interested in social studies (we were not; the other candidates were French, English, and Science) and then wasn't sure about what classes we should go see. She had not idea that we might like to see classes in our discipline, so she dropped us off at one class, then another, while she tried to go arrange that. The Latin teacher wasn't even there that day, so I sat in on an AP French class, which was, of course, taught entirely in French. The teachers of the classes we visited also had no idea we were coming, so none of them were doing anything particularly interesting, though it was nice to see the culture of the school in general. We were supposed to talk with the current Tufts interns, but the woman in charge of us didn't know, so we only learned their names before we were whisked off somewhere else. It was all very unorganized.
After that, we were to get back to Tufts on our own for the pizza reception at 12:30. We left the school at 11:00am, sure that we would be on campus within a half hour or so, since Tufts wasn't very far from the school. That was without considering the length of time it would take the bus we wanted to come. So I stood with two other candidates outside in the pouring, freezing rain for about 30-40 minutes, and, once we did get on the bus, we had to make a transfer, which meant more freezing, pouring rain. I commented to one of the other candidates that it's a good thing Tufts was my only choice because if I had another one, I would be sorely tempted to take it. I mean, shouldn't they have at least arranged for us to get back to campus? What if the candidate were from out of town and had no idea how to navigate the buses? At any rate, we made it to the appointed room, a little wetter than we'd been that morning.
The reception was fine; we all went around and said our names and what we wanted to teach. Naturally, I was the only Latin candidate, which makes me want to think that my chances of getting in are slightly higher than other people's. Then I went in to my interview. The woman interviewing me was, first of all, only interviewing two candidates that afternoon. She was also some kind of math Ph.D candidate, though she obviously had ties to the Dept of Education. The first thing she said to me when I sat down was, "I'm sorry, I've read over your statement of purpose, but I haven't really read your recommendations or your resume." I thought to myself, "WTF?! How on earth are you supposed to know anything about me without having read my stuff??" while aloud I said, "Well I'm sure they all said nice things about me." So, that was weird, and definitely threw me off. The interview itself was really casual, more of a conversation than anything, which as nice, except that this lady knew nothing about Latin and nothing about me. I mean, she asked me if there was a difference between learning your first language versus your second. Like, what??? So, yeah. It was strange all around and I didn't come out of it feeling that I'd represented myself well, mostly because I felt like I was explaining things to her the whole time rather than talking about why I'm passionate about teaching. Very disconcerting. I talked to my dad the next day and he was like, "Well maybe they've already decided to admit you but had to interview you for appearances." That would certainly be nice.
So, now all I have to do is wait. I think I might be hearing within the next few days, so I'll definitely let the blogosphere know.
Next up, the exciting world of apartment-hunting!
ciao
Monday, March 14, 2011
Restaurant Week
~ A gourmet who thinks of calories is like a tart who looks at her watch. ~
I am trying very hard to become a gourmet. Boston's Restaurant Week (or two) has helped me toward my goal. In every season (or so it seems) there is a "restaurant week" here in Beantown, where numerous restaurants all over the metropolitan area have special menus: for lunch, two courses for $15, for dinner, three for $33. You pick each course from a pre-set menu, which can often be found on the aforementioned website. This past week, I have gone out to eat four times, three of which were at restaurants participating in Restaurant Week (let it not be said that I wasted my spring break).
On Wednesday, I went to a lecture about Renoir at the MFA which was delightful, especially because the lecturer, the curator at the Frick in NYC, was British. Doesn't really matter what's being said, I'm happy to listen to a Brit talk for an hour. Not that the lecture wasn't interesting because it was fascinating, but I was talking about eating copious amounts of food. SO. After the lecture, my darling friend and I headed to Brasserie Jo, right across from the Prudential Center. It was late (8:30pm) so the place was nearly empty. It was cute, though, with a Parisian cafe look about it. I ordered the grilled octopus (appetizer), the suckling pig (entree), and the baba rum (dessert). The octopus was interesting, much more dense than squid and with a fishier flavor. The sauce for it was delicious, as were the banana (?) chips that were on top. My suckling pig had a strange flavor, which might be because I was expecting something Asian, as I'd never had suckling pig outside of Asia. The Boyfriend, when sampling the leftovers, said it tasted like Italian porchetta, which was a fairly accurate statement. It was good, just not what I was expecting. The baba rum, a type of rum cake, had pineapple on top and was most excellent. Overall, on a scale of 1 to 10, I'd rate this place at a 6. Not a crazy fan, and probably wouldn't go back to pay regular prices.
On Thursday, I went with a large group of friends to Dante. On my scale, this was a 9.5. It was outstanding. The service was excellent and the food was divine. I had gotten there early, and along with two other friends who were on time, we waited for two more members of our party. The waiter didn't seem to care that we were just sitting there, though we did order to extra (off the RW menu) appetizers (calamari and arancini, both excellent). When our friends did arrive, we took forever to order, but once we did, everything came out in good time. I ordered spaghetti carbonara (appetizer), parmesean-crusted veal (entree), and a chocolate tart (dessert). Everything was superb. The Boyfriend got some kind of steak and it was so tender and flavorful it practically melted in your mouth. The other dessert offered was panna cotta, which was also perfect. I usually don't like it, but Dante's offering was incredibly creamy and accented beautifully with blood-orange gelee. I would probably go back here and pay ridiculous amounts to eat their food again.
On Friday, after my interview, which I will write about later, I went out with The Boyfriend and a few other friends to Teatro before going to see Handel's opera Agrippina. I'd rate this one an 8.5. It was also wonderful, but we were in a rush so we didn't get to enjoy it as thoroughly as I would have liked. This was also the one place I've gone in the past week that didn't have a RW menu, which was a bummer. Oh well. We ordered pecorine boschetto, a type of cheese that came with a truffle marmalade, and truffle fries as appetizers (delicious) and I ordered sea shell pasta with lobster in a lobster stock sauce (also sinfully delicious). We didn't have time for dessert, unfortunately. I'd like to go back, but the prices were a bit steep. The food, however, was wonderful, so who knows...?
Saturday was terrible. We went to Forty Dalton, which is in the Hilton near the Pru. The food was ok; I had a salad (appetizer) that was nothing special, mustard-crusted pork (entree) that had waaaay too much mustard on it, and chocolate pots du creme (dessert) that supposedly had Bailey's in it. The lobster mac and cheese, which a friend ordered was, admittedly, quite delicious, but our service was terrible. We were seated around 5:45pm and got our first two courses in a fairly timely manner. Then, while we were eating our entrees, the waiter disappeared for about 45 minutes. My friend was dying of thirst and after not too long we were all ready for dessert. I was particularly concerned since I wanted to be at the symphony by 8:00pm, which shouldn't have been a problem, given the time we were seated. In any case, our waiter came back eventually and I had to scarf down my chocolate mousse then rush to Symphony Hall. Definitely not going back there.
So, eating is now my hobby, apparently. I have one more place to try, then I'm calling it quits. Being on spring break is expensive!
Next up, the interview...
ciao
I am trying very hard to become a gourmet. Boston's Restaurant Week (or two) has helped me toward my goal. In every season (or so it seems) there is a "restaurant week" here in Beantown, where numerous restaurants all over the metropolitan area have special menus: for lunch, two courses for $15, for dinner, three for $33. You pick each course from a pre-set menu, which can often be found on the aforementioned website. This past week, I have gone out to eat four times, three of which were at restaurants participating in Restaurant Week (let it not be said that I wasted my spring break).
On Wednesday, I went to a lecture about Renoir at the MFA which was delightful, especially because the lecturer, the curator at the Frick in NYC, was British. Doesn't really matter what's being said, I'm happy to listen to a Brit talk for an hour. Not that the lecture wasn't interesting because it was fascinating, but I was talking about eating copious amounts of food. SO. After the lecture, my darling friend and I headed to Brasserie Jo, right across from the Prudential Center. It was late (8:30pm) so the place was nearly empty. It was cute, though, with a Parisian cafe look about it. I ordered the grilled octopus (appetizer), the suckling pig (entree), and the baba rum (dessert). The octopus was interesting, much more dense than squid and with a fishier flavor. The sauce for it was delicious, as were the banana (?) chips that were on top. My suckling pig had a strange flavor, which might be because I was expecting something Asian, as I'd never had suckling pig outside of Asia. The Boyfriend, when sampling the leftovers, said it tasted like Italian porchetta, which was a fairly accurate statement. It was good, just not what I was expecting. The baba rum, a type of rum cake, had pineapple on top and was most excellent. Overall, on a scale of 1 to 10, I'd rate this place at a 6. Not a crazy fan, and probably wouldn't go back to pay regular prices.
On Thursday, I went with a large group of friends to Dante. On my scale, this was a 9.5. It was outstanding. The service was excellent and the food was divine. I had gotten there early, and along with two other friends who were on time, we waited for two more members of our party. The waiter didn't seem to care that we were just sitting there, though we did order to extra (off the RW menu) appetizers (calamari and arancini, both excellent). When our friends did arrive, we took forever to order, but once we did, everything came out in good time. I ordered spaghetti carbonara (appetizer), parmesean-crusted veal (entree), and a chocolate tart (dessert). Everything was superb. The Boyfriend got some kind of steak and it was so tender and flavorful it practically melted in your mouth. The other dessert offered was panna cotta, which was also perfect. I usually don't like it, but Dante's offering was incredibly creamy and accented beautifully with blood-orange gelee. I would probably go back here and pay ridiculous amounts to eat their food again.
On Friday, after my interview, which I will write about later, I went out with The Boyfriend and a few other friends to Teatro before going to see Handel's opera Agrippina. I'd rate this one an 8.5. It was also wonderful, but we were in a rush so we didn't get to enjoy it as thoroughly as I would have liked. This was also the one place I've gone in the past week that didn't have a RW menu, which was a bummer. Oh well. We ordered pecorine boschetto, a type of cheese that came with a truffle marmalade, and truffle fries as appetizers (delicious) and I ordered sea shell pasta with lobster in a lobster stock sauce (also sinfully delicious). We didn't have time for dessert, unfortunately. I'd like to go back, but the prices were a bit steep. The food, however, was wonderful, so who knows...?
Saturday was terrible. We went to Forty Dalton, which is in the Hilton near the Pru. The food was ok; I had a salad (appetizer) that was nothing special, mustard-crusted pork (entree) that had waaaay too much mustard on it, and chocolate pots du creme (dessert) that supposedly had Bailey's in it. The lobster mac and cheese, which a friend ordered was, admittedly, quite delicious, but our service was terrible. We were seated around 5:45pm and got our first two courses in a fairly timely manner. Then, while we were eating our entrees, the waiter disappeared for about 45 minutes. My friend was dying of thirst and after not too long we were all ready for dessert. I was particularly concerned since I wanted to be at the symphony by 8:00pm, which shouldn't have been a problem, given the time we were seated. In any case, our waiter came back eventually and I had to scarf down my chocolate mousse then rush to Symphony Hall. Definitely not going back there.
So, eating is now my hobby, apparently. I have one more place to try, then I'm calling it quits. Being on spring break is expensive!
Next up, the interview...
ciao
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Commencement
So, the first week of my spring break has flown by. I'll write about the first weekend (last weekend) first, then proceed to post about various other events of this week.
Last weekend was a whirlwind of activity due to a friend from college coming to visit. She is trying to decide between University of Virginia and Tufts University for her Ph.D, so needed to come and see Tufts' campus. She spent Friday talking to various professors then met up with me, The Boyfriend, and various other friends for dinner. We went to Diva, in Davis, which is absolutely excellent Indian food. After dinner, we went to the swing dance in Charlestown, which was hosting the Baby Soda Jazz Band, a particular favorite of mine. We danced the night away and came home to collapse into bed.
Saturday morning, we headed back into the city to meet some friends for dim sum. I love dim sum very much; what could be better than people pushing cart-loads of delicious food to you for two hours?! We went to Hei La Moon, just on the edge of Chinatown. It was especially exciting because we were joined by a friend's Chinese roommates, who were able to converse with the cart-pushers more efficiently than anyone else. The meal ended with everyone clutching their stomachs while trying to shove in that last bite of dumpling. Superb.
After dim sum, a group of us headed over to Boston Common. We pointed out all the beautiful, unaffordable homes to our visiting friend, and tried to figure out what the monument in the middle was for. We met some more friends on Newbury, where I had spent much too much money in the Borders that is going out of business there. Eager to rest our feet, the group headed to the Pour House for drinks and, for those who were still stuffed from dim sum, snacks.
Though I had been planning on going dancing again that night - there was a special event going on, with lots of dancing both during the day and in the evening - I decided to hear down to Stoughton (where yet another friend lives with her boyfriend) with everyone else so I could spend more time with my out-of-town friend. Pizza and alcohol consumption abounded, and numerous drunk stories from college were recalled. The Boyfriend and I headed home early due to exhaustion, and we bid farewell to our friend who would be flying home the next morning.
Sunday I spent in Charlestown working the door of the dance event I mentioned earlier. It was really fun, since I got to watch the lessons that were going on. I should mention that the couple teaching, Bobby and Kate, are truly spectacular, but also just happen to be my favorite teaching couple. It's also not really a secret that I have a huge school-girl crush on Bobby. He's just such an incredibly talented dancer as well as an awesome person. He's the most down to earth out of all the instructors I've interacted with, and I really appreciate that. Most other swing dance instructors are enormously self-absorbed and arrogant, but Bobby has never come across that way. He just loves dancing. Anyway, he and Kate spent some time chatting with me during the break between classes, which was awesome, as well as helping me with my dancing during the practice session afterward. I'm proud to say that I didn't act too much like a fool in spite of my goofy happiness. :)
So, all in all, a lovely weekend. I'll post later about the week.
ciao
Last weekend was a whirlwind of activity due to a friend from college coming to visit. She is trying to decide between University of Virginia and Tufts University for her Ph.D, so needed to come and see Tufts' campus. She spent Friday talking to various professors then met up with me, The Boyfriend, and various other friends for dinner. We went to Diva, in Davis, which is absolutely excellent Indian food. After dinner, we went to the swing dance in Charlestown, which was hosting the Baby Soda Jazz Band, a particular favorite of mine. We danced the night away and came home to collapse into bed.
Saturday morning, we headed back into the city to meet some friends for dim sum. I love dim sum very much; what could be better than people pushing cart-loads of delicious food to you for two hours?! We went to Hei La Moon, just on the edge of Chinatown. It was especially exciting because we were joined by a friend's Chinese roommates, who were able to converse with the cart-pushers more efficiently than anyone else. The meal ended with everyone clutching their stomachs while trying to shove in that last bite of dumpling. Superb.
After dim sum, a group of us headed over to Boston Common. We pointed out all the beautiful, unaffordable homes to our visiting friend, and tried to figure out what the monument in the middle was for. We met some more friends on Newbury, where I had spent much too much money in the Borders that is going out of business there. Eager to rest our feet, the group headed to the Pour House for drinks and, for those who were still stuffed from dim sum, snacks.
Though I had been planning on going dancing again that night - there was a special event going on, with lots of dancing both during the day and in the evening - I decided to hear down to Stoughton (where yet another friend lives with her boyfriend) with everyone else so I could spend more time with my out-of-town friend. Pizza and alcohol consumption abounded, and numerous drunk stories from college were recalled. The Boyfriend and I headed home early due to exhaustion, and we bid farewell to our friend who would be flying home the next morning.
Sunday I spent in Charlestown working the door of the dance event I mentioned earlier. It was really fun, since I got to watch the lessons that were going on. I should mention that the couple teaching, Bobby and Kate, are truly spectacular, but also just happen to be my favorite teaching couple. It's also not really a secret that I have a huge school-girl crush on Bobby. He's just such an incredibly talented dancer as well as an awesome person. He's the most down to earth out of all the instructors I've interacted with, and I really appreciate that. Most other swing dance instructors are enormously self-absorbed and arrogant, but Bobby has never come across that way. He just loves dancing. Anyway, he and Kate spent some time chatting with me during the break between classes, which was awesome, as well as helping me with my dancing during the practice session afterward. I'm proud to say that I didn't act too much like a fool in spite of my goofy happiness. :)
So, all in all, a lovely weekend. I'll post later about the week.
ciao
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Dreams
I have been having the strangest dreams lately. I don't know if it's the stress from what happened with "Cynthia" a few weeks ago, the stress of wrapping up classes before spring break, or the stress of preparing for this interview/constantly wondering what my future will be like. I dunno, maybe I'm stressed out. Anyway, here are a few espcially strange ones from the past two weeks.
Last week, I dreamed that I was in a creek with my younger brother. Suddenly, I saw two crocodiles heading for us. I scrambled out onto the bank, with my brother behind me. As I looked back, I saw my dad in the creek, just hanging out with the crocs. "That's strange," I thought, and figured that if my father was peacefully occupying space with the animals, my brother could, too. So I promptly pushed him back into the creek, at which the crocs immediately pounced upon him, chewing on his head. That's when I woke up, very frightened, and very confused.
Apparently I have sibling issues, because a few nights ago, after the Oscars, I dreamed that I was in the living room of my parents' house with my brother, watching TV or something. We then saw a smallish red and black snake slither up to us (very much like Nagini in that scene from Harry Potter, when she slithers down the table toward the audience on her way to eat the Muggles Studies teacher. Which they showed on the Oscars) and promptly bit my brother. I ran to call 911 while his arm bloated up horribly, and I'm pretty sure he died in the midst of my call. Not sure what that means...
Last night I dreamed that I was on a water polo team and we were training really hard. We were about to compete against another team that was much bigger and better than ours. The coach of that team was none other than CMF, my college swim coach, though in my dream his name was David. Apparently he was also recruiting, because there was some element of "Oh, I hope I'm good enough to get on his team" even though we were already on another team. I think this dream came from the fact that I had just complained to the Boyfriend extensively about my unhappiness with my body and how I would probably feel better about myself if I were swimming. But still, it was strange.
I guess the two things I can take away from these dreams are 1) I want to kill my brother via reptile and 2) I should start swimming again. Hmmm...
ciao
Last week, I dreamed that I was in a creek with my younger brother. Suddenly, I saw two crocodiles heading for us. I scrambled out onto the bank, with my brother behind me. As I looked back, I saw my dad in the creek, just hanging out with the crocs. "That's strange," I thought, and figured that if my father was peacefully occupying space with the animals, my brother could, too. So I promptly pushed him back into the creek, at which the crocs immediately pounced upon him, chewing on his head. That's when I woke up, very frightened, and very confused.
Apparently I have sibling issues, because a few nights ago, after the Oscars, I dreamed that I was in the living room of my parents' house with my brother, watching TV or something. We then saw a smallish red and black snake slither up to us (very much like Nagini in that scene from Harry Potter, when she slithers down the table toward the audience on her way to eat the Muggles Studies teacher. Which they showed on the Oscars) and promptly bit my brother. I ran to call 911 while his arm bloated up horribly, and I'm pretty sure he died in the midst of my call. Not sure what that means...
Last night I dreamed that I was on a water polo team and we were training really hard. We were about to compete against another team that was much bigger and better than ours. The coach of that team was none other than CMF, my college swim coach, though in my dream his name was David. Apparently he was also recruiting, because there was some element of "Oh, I hope I'm good enough to get on his team" even though we were already on another team. I think this dream came from the fact that I had just complained to the Boyfriend extensively about my unhappiness with my body and how I would probably feel better about myself if I were swimming. But still, it was strange.
I guess the two things I can take away from these dreams are 1) I want to kill my brother via reptile and 2) I should start swimming again. Hmmm...
ciao
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