Went back up to the Alma Mater yesterday to see the opening of the McKeen Center for the Common Good (google hits? welcome). It was incredible. First of all, free gelato. And not your ordinary cheese and crackers, but fancy cheeses and fancy breads. And kielbasa with three types of mustard. Kielbasa! Three. Types. Of. Mustard! Not enough social gatherings serve sausage.
Walking with fellow former service brats Lisa and Brandon, we were nostalgic, we were humbled, and we were glad to be there. But the Opening was only one of three reasons I was up on campus. Another was to catch up with professors and secure a couple of recommendations for the upcoming application season. Needless to say, Riles was awesome and gracious. She was full of valid explanations for her phobias and even agreed to eat brunch at the soon-to-be-gone Grand City, where she withheld judgment as I ate my eggs and hash even though she found the food revolting (it is, but I heart that place).
Then there was the Band Man--
Moi: My brother used to push on my soft spot when I was a baby.
Band Man: That explains a lot.
Moi: I just got here a minute ago. No hello, how are you, what've you been up to?
Band Man: I was getting there.
(after asking for the letter)
Band Man: Are you trying to get a good recommendation? I could write a mediocre one.
Moi: How about a B+? That's all I'm asking for.
Band Man: So, "she didn't suck as much of as some of the other kids?" I can do that.
I am so getting into grad school.
Walking with fellow former service brats Lisa and Brandon, we were nostalgic, we were humbled, and we were glad to be there. But the Opening was only one of three reasons I was up on campus. Another was to catch up with professors and secure a couple of recommendations for the upcoming application season. Needless to say, Riles was awesome and gracious. She was full of valid explanations for her phobias and even agreed to eat brunch at the soon-to-be-gone Grand City, where she withheld judgment as I ate my eggs and hash even though she found the food revolting (it is, but I heart that place).
Then there was the Band Man--
Moi: My brother used to push on my soft spot when I was a baby.
Band Man: That explains a lot.
Moi: I just got here a minute ago. No hello, how are you, what've you been up to?
Band Man: I was getting there.
(after asking for the letter)
Band Man: Are you trying to get a good recommendation? I could write a mediocre one.
Moi: How about a B+? That's all I'm asking for.
Band Man: So, "she didn't suck as much of as some of the other kids?" I can do that.
I am so getting into grad school.
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