My Day at the Zoo

Outside, it's raining and snowing again. But right now, I'd rather not dwell on that. I'd like to look back on my Friday spent in sunny D.C. It was windy at times, but definitely dry and sunny, so I went to the zoo to see the giant pandas.

Being there felt just like going home. The 'asia trail' totally reminded me of the foot path I used to take to the textiles factory in Sri Lanka, where, along the way, we'd see fishing cats, clouded leopords, and of course, giant pandas.

For awhile, this was all I could see of the panda:

But then it started moving to let us know that it wasn't dead. It never got very close, though, thanks to the eighth grade panda hecklers beside me. What kind of person heckles a panda?

This was a different panda, but it was just as shy. Sometimes, I think of how my life would be different if I had a giant panda of my own.

In completely unrelated news, our newly arrived senior class sweatshirts seem to look good on everyone but me. The hood so envelopes my head that whenever I put it on, I can't quite see the world before me and I sort of look like a klansman.