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March 31, 2008 Leave a comment

Thursday afternoon, I rode Greyhound to Washington, DC for AU‘s CAS Graduate Studies Day. Lilly met me around Union Station, and we took the Metro to Bethesda to meet up with Chuck and An for dinner at Rock Bottom (we tried to hit up Union Jack’s, but it was too crowded). Before dessert, I had to take switch from contacts to glasses because something had been bothering my left eye for a while. After dinner (complete with DELICIOUS sundae), I was too full to walk!

Meteorologists had projected rain, but Friday turned out to be beautiful–sunny and warm. The day went by smoothly, and I got the chance to see more of the campus than I did the last time I was there. I almost met other prospective grad students, which made me happy–especially because I met another person interested in the French Translation program! I hope she gets in.

Lilly leaves for work around 8am every day. The event at AU wasn’t set to start until 10am (9:30am if you count registration), but I decided to leave with her. I got off after one stop at the Tenleytown-AU station to catch the AU shuttle to the main campus. It was about 8:30am, so I purposely missed two shuttles. I wanted to just stand around for a bit (as opposed to hanging around the campus… I don’t know why). I finally got on around 9am and proceeded to registration. I was given a name tag, a pen, and a folder containing various papers (agenda, map…).

Large round tables were set up. I put my things (heavy backpack, etc) down and got myself a cup of tea. Small talk was made as people entered the room and sat themselves down. After a brief introduction, we were all divided into our respective departments. I got up and headed toward a designated staff member as the Language and Foreign Studies department was called. As the eight of us gathered around the well-dressed, salt-and-pepper-haired woman, I noticed that she was speaking to everyone in Spanish. Maybe I got up too early. After introductions were made, I asked, “Is everyone here for Spanish?” The only boy of the group stepped forward and pointed at a tallish girl next to me: “She’s French!”

“Great!” It was only the two of us. The woman apologized, and led us out of the building. “Wait!” someone shouted behind us. “There’s one more!” A girl and two women walked towards us. A girl, her mother, and her aunt.

We walked to the building that houses the Language and Foreign Studies department (the name escapes me — Asbury?) and went down a set of stairs into the building. In between, I found out that the other “French” girl was from Fairfax. She had an accent. Was she actually French? We went down a narrow set of stairs into the building. We were briefly shown the computer lab where, “Shh, they’re taking a test.” We retreated to the tiny conference room, where we were to spend the remaining hour and a half. More folders. I looked at the French girl next to me. “It’s all Spanish.”

The woman told us that the two professors scheduled to speak were affiliated with the Spanish department.

Great.

She left and brought the faculty advisor for French Translation; we were thrilled. I asked questions, he answered. The French girl nodded approvingly.

A tall, slim woman peeked her head through the doorway. “Is this… Spanish?”

“I’m almost finished. Or I can be finished? Do you…?”

“Oh go ahead, I’m here to speak for the Spanish–”

“Oh okay go ahead–”

“No, no it’s okay, I’ll wait here.”

I had more questions. I would have objected. And so I kept asking questions until I was satisfied.

“Thank you very much,” I said. I turned to the group. “Sorry.” That is what Americans do, no? They’re a very apologetic people, I find.

“Oh no, no, that’s okay!”
“Don’t worry about it!”
“No, no.”
“We’ll be saying sorry to you in a minute.”

“Exactly.” Second word uttered by the French girl.

The tall, slim woman took a seat at the head of the table. She talked a lot with her hands. She said she was “Spanish. From Spain.” Her voice was clear and firm. She spoke with a slight accent. She made eye contact and hesitated little. Her hair was short, brown, and neat. Her makeup looked flawless.

“Do you understand my English? Do you want me to speak Spanish?”

Did she really ask that?

“No, no we’re fine,” they all said.

The well-dressed, salt-and-pepper-haired woman came back with French documents for the French girl and me. We whispered “Thank you,” and the woman retreated, only to come back shortly after.

The Spanish woman was interrupted.

“I’m sorry, I just want to talk to the French girls a little bit–are you girls okay here or do you want to go out somewhere or…?”

The French girl and I looked at each other. I raised my eyebrows and nodded enthusiastically.

“Where should we go?” she asked.

“We can just sit outside,” I said.

We grabbed our things and left, but not before they gave us mugs and pens. More things to carry.

We sat with the woman on a stone bench in the little courtyard-ish area. I wrapped my new mug in my scarf that I didn’t have to wear. We talked–about translation, mainly. About languages, about the school. About ourselves. The salt-and-pepper-haired woman was Colombian. The French girl wasn’t French; she was Romanian.

I asked how long the campus tour–at 2:30pm–concluding the event would take. The Colombian woman asked if I was in a hurry.

“Oh no, it’s just that my bus leaves at 4:45pm; I don’t want to miss it, that’s all.”

“Well, we can take the campus tour now! We have some time.”

The now-Romanian girl echoed. “Yeah, we can take it now.”

It really was a nice day. The Colombian woman led us through the spotless hallways of the athletic facilities and the artworks displayed in the beautiful Katzen Center.

I stopped by the restrooms to take my contacts out; something was poking at my left eye again.

Before we knew it, it was noon; time to meet the others back at Asbury and head to lunch. The Colombian woman decided to stop by an office in the College of Arts and Sciences building (or something like that) to check on the rest of the group and learned that they had already left.

We hurried back to the building were everything started; they weren’t there yet. We were left there until the others showed up.

The Romanian girl and I started talking in French, and the others showed up not long after.

The boy approached us.

“Bonjour!”

Or at least that’s what I heard.

“Sorry for kicking you guys out.”

Or at least that’s what I think I heard.

“Oh, no that’s okay. How was it?” I inquired.

I think he said it was “fine” and that he “learned a lot.” But I could be making this up; I heard similar things all day long.

The group headed to lunch. The boy, the Romanian girl, and I talked a bit. We went to sit down. Each department was assigned a specific table. We picked three chairs that were unoccupied and next to each other. We grabbed food, the table got crowded, we moved.

Lunch felt short. I learned the Colombian woman’s name. I also learned the Romanian girl’s name. Two professors came to speak. I glanced at the boy’s name tag.

The first professor’s talk was enthusiastic. It felt prepared, but not overly rehearsed. He read an excerpt from one of his works; something about his mother. It was well delivered. It was sad and nostalgic, and I fought back tears at the end of it.

The second professor talked about the feminist movement in Uruguay, if my memory serves me right. By that time, I was feeling awful and needed to get up frequently to leave the room and get some air. At one point, before my return, the boy left.

The only thing left was a panel of graduate students. A few people started asking questions, and I couldn’t handle sitting in there any longer. I grabbed my phone and stepped outside until everything ended. I told Lilly that I would leave at 2:30pm and head to Union Station.

2:30pm rolled around, and the Romanian girl grabbed a few cookies for me to go.

We left together and headed for the shuttle back to the Tenleytown-AU Metro stop. While waiting for the Metro to come, we exchanged contact information. One hour we hopped on the AU shuttle, I got off at Union Station.

I had about an hour to kill, so Lilly and I walked around. I told her about my day at AU and mentioned my contacts bothering me. That’s when I decided to check my eyes for redness with my mirror.

And that’s when I spotted a tiny white dot near the edge of my cornea.

“OH NO! Not again!” I whined. I thought for sure I had another corneal ulcer. I freaked. I stood at a windy corner and phoned my ophtalmologist’s office. I scheduled an appointment for Saturday at 10am. My enthusiasm for everything else quickly dissipated and we walked to the Greyhound station.

My bus was late.

I got back to Philly at 8:30pm and met my mom at the Greyhound station. We went to Sang Kee for dinner. Mom expressed anguish at the idea that she had to be on a clear liquid diet on Saturday and Sunday; she was scheduled for barium enema (rescheduled from last week) today.

I didn’t have a corneal ulcer. What I saw in my left eye–and later spotted in my right eye–was something that people tend to get when they have allergies. My contacts had irritated my eyes, and there it was. The faint dot I saw in my left eye in addition to the white dot was a scar–the scar from my previous corneal ulcer. About the dot in my right eye, the doctor said, “I can’t believe you saw that; even with the microscope it’s very subtle.”

I’ve got super vision.

With Mom being unable to eat pretty much anything, this past weekend was relatively uneventful.

We woke up early to prepare for the hospital. They were able to go on with the procedure this time, much to my mom’s relief–and mine, of course. We got back from the hospital around 11am and fixed ourselves something to eat, after which we decided to take a nap. It was 12:30pm.

We woke up at 3:30pm, groggy, tired, and generally uninterested.

It had been drizzling since this morning. It was cold, the sky was gray–thus casting a gray veil over the entire city–and everyone seemed miserable. It felt like a Sunday.

We were miserable. But then, nighttime came and everything was better. Have you ever noticed that? Nighttime makes things better because it masks the grayness.

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The City of Brotherly Love

March 26, 2008 Leave a comment
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Do you really want to hurt me?

March 25, 2008 Leave a comment

Yesterday I saw a man beat a dog with a large wooden stick, while holding another dog up by the collar with his other hand.

Tonight I saw a man raise his fist to punch (someone I assumed to be) his wife in the face.

No respect for animals, no respect for people. What’s next?

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Pissed Off

March 21, 2008 Leave a comment

Words cannot begin to describe how incredibly angry I am. Mom was supposed to undergo a certain procedure at the hospital this morning, but things did not go as planned. This procedure required a 24-hour preparation (at home)–namely a bowel cleansing ritual. We did everything we were supposed to do (you know how I am with directions) at the times specified. Mom took two days off work for this (one for the fasting day, one for the procedure day), as did I.

And what happened? After waiting and waiting at the hospital, we were told that they were not going to go ahead with the procedure. Why? Because there was still some stool left in her bowels.

So we rescheduled, and we were told to fast for two days prior to the procedure instead of just one.

Now, I know that there is no sense in being angry because–what exactly is there to be angry at? The hospital? The doctor who told the radiologist to not do it? The radiologist? My mom? Myself? This is one of the rare cases where there isn’t anyone to blame. Life’s like that sometimes; it’ll throw things in your way and there will be absolutely nothing that you can do to change the situation. But when the radiologist told me it was a no-go, I felt tears of frustration well up in my eyes and seriously considered dismembering her.

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Shit.

March 14, 2008 Leave a comment

Well! Not much of a blogger, am I?

I used to think that if I’m angry, I should just exhaust myself to get rid of all the negative energy. What I’ve found, however, is that, when worn out, I feel worse than I did before; in fact, I feel MISERABLE. What’s even more awful about this is that I can’t rant or scream or kick things. All I can do, when miserable, is mope. And I hate moping.

I don’t understand. I’ve successfully relocated from one continent to another, I graduated from a more-than-decent university, I’ve submitted my grad school application, and I have fantastic friends and family–and yet, somehow, I feel more confused than I was when I was born.

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Nugget

March 10, 2008 Leave a comment
I refuse to spend my life worrying about death and whatever lies beyond–IF anything does lie beyond. I’ve got more important things to do and more immediate concerns to address. So, please, quit knocking on my door; you’re wasting your time, my time, and a lot of paper.

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Jack of all trades, master of…none?

March 10, 2008 Leave a comment

Though ofttimes better than master of one!

Methinks a decent update is long overdue.

Life–on a non-personal level–is becoming more and more terrifying. I hate hearing about murders and house-fires on the news. I know that shit happens every day, but I’m hearing about it more and more frequently; I’m really afraid that it’s just like the lottery and that one day my number will come up. I wish I knew where I stood on the issue of predetermination so I could deal with life accordingly. And I hate voicing my fears, but I’m getting tired of toting this baggage around.

Saturday’s rain was very soothing–so long as you were sitting comfortably in your living room, that is. I saw the sun peek through the clouds a few times, and I couldn’t help but smile; it made the rain drops look like diamonds. It was a really nice day to sleep in, and that’s just what Mom and I did. We woke up (after noon) lazy, spent the (rest of the) day lazy, and went to bed lazy (I went to bed at 4something in the morning, but that was also out of sheer laziness–too lazy to get off my chair). We did manage to watch discs 3 and 4 of Bewitched’s second season, though.

On a much less lazy note, we went grocery shopping today and enjoyed quite a bit of sunshine. As we prepared to leave, however, I noticed that one of my shoes looked wet.

And it was.

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That’s right, just one.

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The ENTIRE shoe, too.

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I don’t get it. I saw this on Sunday afternoon, and the last time I wore these was Friday evening. All of my shoes rest in our closed porch, and the roof doesn’t leak. And if it did, given the amount of rain we got Friday night and all of Saturday, surely it would have soaked more than just that shoe–at the very least it would have wet the other shoe, which was sitting right next to it. There was no puddle, nothing; just one single solitary wet shoe.

Anyway! I finally got around to taking a picture of my completed red scarf!

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I ended up unraveling the blue one because I didn’t like the pattern on it. It just didn’t look right! I think I should get thicker yarn next time. I decided to go for the simple 1k(nit)-1p(url) pattern, like I did for the red one (which, unlike the blue one, has ten rows of ribbing–2k 2p–at both ends).

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The lighting sucks, and I should have fixed it in Picasa, but I just remembered and honestly I don’t give that much of a shit. Anyway! I ran out of yarn, and I shall get some more tomorrow (enough to finish the scarf). I had trouble gauging the amount of yarn I’d need to finish the red scarf properly (because of the ribbing at the end), so I ended up erring on the side of caution and left a reasonable amount of yarn behind.

And this is what I did with the rest:

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I’m gonna try to find the closest match possible to that yarn, but having bought it in France and all (over ten years ago), I might have a little trouble. HHHHHHHELP.

Meanwhile, I have three balls of baby yarn and I need a pair of size 2 or 3 needles to work with them:

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So what happened to jewelry making? Hee. I should really get back to making earrings soon… Maybe I will make a necklace next.

Another thing I’ve been meaning to do is get a huge frame for the two LOST puzzles I’ve completed, and get the third one in the series.

And yet another thing I’ve been meaning to do is transfer some of my past blog posts to this new one. I’ve already started, but I should really finish (though not tonight); see posts from 2005.

Ooh, ooh! I started volunteering for PAWS (Philadelphia Animal Welfare Society) at their adoption center in Old City (2nd and Arch). They have so many cats, and they’re all so cute! They also have two dogs (as of Thursday) and they are cute and affectionate as hell. You should stop by and give the animals some affection (yes, you can go into the rooms and play!) ORRRRRR… volunteer! Lend a hand and a heart! Ah, I can’t wait to go back.

Hopefully in the meantime I won’t get caught in another hobby. Right now I feel like my brain’s turned into yarn.

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