My first two days of time back home

Monday

Woke up at seven. Couldn't go back it sleep - it was 10 am Cambridge time after all. 2 hours after dorm crew met up each day.

I decided to run to my friend's house and surprise him. I didn't get very far very fast, but I did eventally end up at his front door. We had a chat, browsed around the mall, then went to movie hop from Up to The Hangover. But from the moment we walked out of Up we were targeted. The stout man in the black worker's outfit did not budge from the entrance of the Hangover and my friend A, tall and lanky, wearing a graphic T over a plain colored T shirt and baggy khaki shorts, was the epitome of a teenager with time to kill. Eventually we walked out, defeated.

The moral of the story is go watch Up.

(I swear, that's the take away message)

Tuesday

Awoke at around 9, only because I had an appointment at 10. After one day home I have either gotten over the time difference or have gotten decidedly lazier.

I went to the optomitrist where I was contactless and greeted by a doctor who asked where I went to school.

Harvard, I responded.

He went on to say something that he thought was witty, something like "Yeah I might have heard of that school" or "Yeah, that little school".

I laughed politely. He was going to be messing around with my eyes, I didn't need to mess with him.

This man, who I couldn't see too clearly as my prescription had gotten worse (4.75 I believe) started talking about how he had a friend whose daughter was going to Harvard because of tennis.

I responded with something noncommital like "oh, interesting."

Then it got ugly.

He told me that his daughter was a junior in high school. "I told her that she shouldn't go to the best school she can possibly squeeze into, you know, because if you just barely make it in there then you'll be competing with all those other braniacs who'll be so much better than you. Don't just barely squeeze in there. Don't go to that good school because of tennis or something like that, you know?" as he put the corrected lens in front of my eyes I finally got a good look at the man. A middle-aged balding Asian male, rather plump, average features with a gray coat draped around his rounded body, a skinny maroon tie, and a tag that read "Mr. S" . You are a lie Mr. S, I thought to myself. If your daughter got into Harvard - be it on a tennis, crew, waterpolo watever recruitment you would send her there in a heartbeat.

Oh, but the Asian-Parent-ness didn't stop there.

After asking what activities I participated in, he commented, "Your parents let you do all that? Don't they say something like, we spend all this money on you and you waste it on things other than school? Why are we wasting our money?"

No, sir. They don't say that to me, they're not you.

After that, I skedaddled.

Chatted with Y over vidchat for a good portion of the afternoon. I wonder if he's right that internet communication will become the norm. Has it already?

I decided to take two hip hop classes at Ariel Dance Studio in Camaden. The first one was great and fun - slow, but fun. The second one was trouble.

The instructor started with warm ups. Right away she reminded me of a girl I dance with at school, D. From the way she pouted her lips when she danced in front of a mirror to her pink highlights, nailpolish, and shoes. I admire D but, I knew I personally would be in for a world of hurt.

The first 35 minutes were spent stretching with a solid 10 minute block reserved for sit ups. Then the choreography started with lines like "pump it!" and "go on your goes a bit for more of a thrust!" and then "kind of swing low then up with your butt" and finally "*giggle, good job girls!". Exhausting, utterly exhausting. I guess I need to work on my sexy-preppy dancing.

Met up with L, her brother, and T after that. Had a short conversation over frozen yogurt, will hopefully reconvene the meeting tomorrow while swimming and eating crawfish. Not both simultaneously. Although that doesn't sound too terrible either, kinda theme-restauranty. Mmn.

And now, some eye candy!

I designed this hat for A (the one I went to the movie with) almost a year ago. Still one of my best creations.