Monthly Archive for November, 2001

It is good to remember people’s names. That helps you identify them.

Mock Trial tonight, and it didn’t go as well as the previous meetings, but good enough. We had a lot more people with “experience” show up then I expected, and naturally our demonstration of a witness examination was therefore often interrupted by objections and criticism. It was all productive and all, but I wish I had prepared more, or stresses that this was not the real thing. It was all a bit odd.

After MT I got to see the last 2 hrs. of JFK, which was assigned for Jerry Cohen’s class and was being shown – again for the third time – on the same night as a Mock Trial meeting. Worse still, he thought that he had reserved our room! I made him move to Brown 316 (heh) and then went to talk to the people at Kutz. They gave us a printout of the confirmation form that “proved” the room belonged to us on Wednesdays at 7. Wow…I feel so…powerful. Or not.

Despite my reluctance to attempt a “dance,” I have been apparently setup for the Screw Your Roommate dance with a female unit under the name of Monisha Cherayil. Doing my general background research on anyone I hear about (namely, typing the name into Google and seeing what comes up) I found a few essays by Monisha on one of her friend’s blogs. This led me to explore the blog and find out a bit about Tingting and then find her college rapsheet. It is instructive. Here I feel bad about my lower test scores, less activities, or whatever, and then I look at where she got in and I realize it all is kinda a wash. Tingting has much higher test scores then I do (and mine are none too shabby), more APs, more cool positions, but ultimately we got in to most of the same schools and rejected from the same, with one notable exception. Guess which. Yeah, yeah, MIT. But we both got into Berkeley and UCSD, I didn’t apply for UCLA or Wellesley but did apply to Brandeis, obviously, and got in like she did, and we both got our rejections from Yale and Stanford, and I got one from Princeton while she got one from Harvard. She appears to be more mathematically apt then myself, so I wish her well at MIT, and am still content with my school.

What was I talking about? Oh, nevermind, I’m going to sleep. Or to catch up on some reading.

I have a clothing thing. Not really sure what to call it. Sensitive/dry skin, discomfort, whatever. So I need very soft, very specific clothes. Nothing can cling, everything has to lay nicely without stretchiness. No stiff collars. Nothing that can’t be tucked in (meaning pretty long). And everything at least somewhat loose and baggy. So it is almost impossible to find me clothes.

Linda and I went shopping yesterday for winterware. See, when you live in New England, you need cold-weather clothes. Like, uh…pants. And long-sleeve shirts. And boots. And I really had none of these things. So we went on a bit of a spree. I found my new favorite store, Timberland, with very wonderful soft shirts (that I will be sure to use lots of fabric softener on to keep them comfy) and some nice shoes and a jacket. My biggest problem was really pants. After a few stores Linda figured out what I don’t like, and she stopped suggestion most normal fabric things.

We found a nice pair of cords in black, but nothing really superb. Finally, at the last store, Abercrombie & Fitch, right before we were going to leave, on my final pass, I saw a side rack that wasn’t part of any display. On it I saw one pair of very nice wine-colored pants. They looked thick and warm, but comfortable. I could tell instantly that they were perfect.

But one pair! No way they could be my size! But I knew they were, and they indeed were, and they were the only pair in the store, and they were perfect!!! The pants gods were shining down on me, or I am just incredibly lucky, but I now have a new favorite pair of pants. Yay! *smiles* And now I’ll stop laughing at people who wear the stupid $30 Abercrombie t-shirts. I still think they’re stupid (the shirts, not the people), but I like that store now.

Nothing witty to say today. Went to a nice Thanksgiving dinner, met Aunt Linda and Ercil, and Ercli’s daughter Ursula (sp?) and her fiance Matthew. Had some fun in Connecticut, and in Boston. Took the T a bit. Missed a train, hurt some muscles…slept in a hotel, decided I like my room better. Except the food there is better, although Aramark has poisoned me so that any “real” food I eat makes me feel icky. Its a good reason to eat less, though.

Yes, I’m still obsessed with Buffy. It hasn’t passed yet.