Last night was another standard night out on the town. We all had a great time at our favorite club and it was really cool to see so many people out and only wearing one of four colors: white, green, red, or black. It made it easy to find the people you came with and distinguish (for the most part) who lived on Res and who didn't. I always feel like I turn into everyone's mother when we're trying to leave the club. I run around collecting the people from our unit and telling other people I know that we're headed back to Res if they want to catch a taxi with us. Last night, as everyone was loading into our already full Maxi (a 16 passenger van that has been turned into a taxi. Do those exist in the US? Who knows.) I ran a block back down the street to grab Alex, my roommate, who had gotten distracted by some guy from the club. I brought her back to the full cab and hid in the trunk so we could all make it back together. When we got back, we pooled ingredients and I made a feast of grilled cheese, chicken wings, and pasta. One of the guys who came back with us told me he was going to vote for me for Res of the month, which has become my new goal. At this point, it's sometime around 2:30 and we're being quiet in the kitchen. The only words I'm saying are "be quiet" and "shhhhh!" Sure enough, though, Raj--the very strict RA who works the graveyard shift every night--showed up and took everyone's IDs (mine included) and reported us for being loud. I understand his perspective, but don't agree with it. Before he left, I asked him what his favorite food was so that I could make it for him one night when he came to report us and he said he would tell me later..... One of these days I'll get Raj to try my cooking.
I don't have class today, which is great and spent the morning cleaning the kitchen. It's been raining for the past three days. Here in a little bit I'll go watch the movie for my Australian film class.
Speaking of class, I had my first outdoor education class yesterday and absolutely loved it. My professor is from Canada (the Georgian Bay region to be exact!) and is really nice. I met her a few weeks ago, before school started, and she said she was excited to have me in her class. Both of my recreation classes have been my favorites so far and make me wish that I would've done more outdoorsy things with my dad growing up. Everything is really interesting and appealing to me and I'm starting to wonder why I'm and English major when I could be playing outside. I am definitely my father's son.
We had a break in the rain yesterday. A Chance for a real sunset.
In true form.
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Heard about the storms back home, hope everyone is okay
~Daniel
I adore your reconsideration of outdoors stuff! It's so fun to discover loves on your own. I remember discovering several things that I loved as an adult that I hated as a kid. My dad really cared about the origins of the universe, for example, and always wanted me to read these stupid books that he found so fascinating. I didn't care to because I didn't want to be forced to like stuff he liked. Like how a person is a Redskins fan just because their parents are....so lame. Anyway years down the road when I discovered that I was pretty interested in some of the same things my dad was, and had some of the same hobbies my great grandmother (whom I never knew) did, suddenly it was insanely cool! Like I didn't like this because my dad told me I had to—I liked it because it's in my roots to like it! It's like ancient in me. Some of my favorite moments as an adult have been when I've discovered ancient connections within myself. Sounds like outdoors is ancient in you. Awesome.
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