There's a guy in my STAT 501 course named KiSoek. He's really nice. He sat next to me in lab one day and we just started talking, I'm not really sure about what, but it was probably something about the course. We talked to each other every Friday when we'd sit near each other in lab, and then he started to sit in the front row of class (with me) so we'd talk then too. He's super nice, you have to understand. He's also very Asian, has a pretty thick accent, and somewhat frequently I have trouble understanding what he's saying. Today I had trouble when he said "fifth" as in "fifth edition" of a textbook.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
KiSoek
One day I asked him how he got to class and he said he'd ride his bike, unless it was too cold, in which case his wife would drive him. Wife?! I thought he was like 24 like any other grad student. He then said he also had kids. KIDS?! Gosh, how far along are you man? Then he laughed and said, "My age is uh, 38!" I had absolutely no clue. He definitely doesn't look it. I dunno if he works out or just eats well but it doesn't show.
Anyway. His kids are like seven and nine years old.
A day or two ago his backpack got stolen. He was working in the library and got up for a minute, and when he came back it was gone. He talked to the library staff, then the police, but they basically said it happens all the time and there's not much they could do. They found his backpack in the bathroom, emptied out. They took his stat book, which I've lent to him for the night, and his computer. We were talking about it for a minute at the HUB today, and I thought it was very sad. He said he didn't care so much about most things - he could buy a new computer - but he mentioned that he had the "entire history" (in his words) of his kids on there. From day one up until age nine. And now it's all gone, and he'll probably never see any of it again.
He didn't get very emotional when he said it, but I could tell he was pretty upset. He breathed in and looked up and sort of sighed to himself.
Peace out.
0 comments //posted 2/26/2009 02:09:00 AM
Titty Bar Lock-out
The Saturday that just passed, the drumline had a performance in Mifflinburg. We also taught a clinic there. We practiced on Saturday until something a little bit after 11pm, and then we were free to do what we wanted. All the instructors went out to drink like they usually do, so Sean was in charge of turning the lights on and off.
I was totally not ready to go to bed. I talked to Kyle, who was laying on his sweet memory foam bed for the night, and then a few other people, and ended up driving Gina, Isaac (our new bass drummer) and Kyle to Sheetz. Kyle really really wanted a milkshake, but my car was almost so cold it made him not want one. I kept the car warm so he would still want it. I got a pack of purple and pink nerds, but I left them in the gym that night and forgot to get them the next day.
Anyway, after we got out of Sheetz, we had no idea what to do because it was still too early to go to sleep. One of the other guys suggested, "Let's look for a titty bar!" and so I thought, hell, why not? What's the worst that could possibly happen? So I drove a couple miles down the main road in town (Rt 45) looking for anything that might be a strip club. We eagerly read every sign we came across, particularly neon ones. We were let down in every circumstance. We turned around in a creepy used car lot, parked in the Mifflinburg lot, and went to the door.
We had gone to Sheetz with another car of people, and we thought they would leave the door propped open for us. However, we were wrong. It was pretty cold that night, and also pitch black in the parking lot because they turn all the lights out there at that school after a certain time at night to save energy. So I was dressed alright, in a light jacket. Gina had a bunch of layers on. Kyle and Isaac were both wearing gym shorts if I remember correctly, but had on jackets and sweatshirts. When we found the door was locked we just thought, "God, you must be kidding me."
So the first thing we did of course was knock loudly. However, the gym we were staying it was three sets of doors away, so there was no way they would ever hear us. I considered honking my car forever until they came, but never brought it up. Isaac tried to force up a window, but that didn't work. Kyle and Isaac had both left their phones inside, so we couldn't get to any of the numbers they had gotten because no one memorizes numbers anymore. So we were stuck with my phone and Gina's phone. I called the few people I knew that were inside - Cass and Sean - but neither of them answered. Then we decided to call Laura to get some other people's numbers, so Gina called her. She kept hanging up to give us numbers, which made Kyle really frustrated. She gave us the number for Kate and Steve W, but neither of them answered.
Well actually, she gave us the number for SOME Steve, but not the one in drumline. Kyle called "Steve" from Gina's phone and the guy was just like, "Dude, what? What are you talking about? No, this is the wrong person, sorry." Which was great.
So it had probably been like ten minutes at this point and we were still locked out and not sure what to do. I told Gina to go back to the car because her teeth were chattering, but she didn't want to.
Eventually, I gave in and called Tollie. I told her we were stuck outside and someone needed to let us in, and I figured she'd have a number of a bunch of people inside to try.
A few minutes later, Alix came to let us in. The wallet and paper we'd been using to prop the door open was nowhere to be seen. What the hell happened? Oh well. Alix asked us why we were out so late and I told her, because I knew it would make her angry.
Peace out.
0 comments //posted 2/26/2009 01:54:00 AM
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Ah
I don't usually make posts like this, but I just want to record that this is the most tired I remember being in just about as long as I can remember.
Probably since the time I stayed up all night talking to Cat, or the time I tried to stay up all night at the end of PGSS, or the time I stayed up all night at Brown.
It is too early.
Peace out.
(Note that this was originally posted by accident on thethingswesaid, Wednesday after midnight, and I slept well into Thursday morning)
0 comments //posted 2/22/2009 09:28:00 PM
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