if by "successful" you mean "i finished", then “yes” OR falling up
sorry for the lack of journaling, but you wouldn't believe the amount of time that post-season baseball can consume. I've always enjoyed baseball, but i've never been able to follow sports in any depth, in large part due to the amount of time they take. Thank God I'm not at all interested in football, now that's a sport you have to have all day to watch. Brother Bill, who i live with, is a die-hard Boston fan (as most are) and i've adopted his "style" of watching games, which includes, in part, loud yelling and screaming at the television. although i'm not totally indoctrinated, i am definitely affected by his watching style. This particular series poses an interesting problem seeing as how i was raised on the Cardinals and i've recently become a sox fan as well. I've decided that i have the right to jump back and forth and i'll be happy with whom ever wins, but i have to go back to my roots and cheer for the Cards! Unfortunately my cheering was to no avail. I was very disappointed in their performance, but they should have a good shot at it next year too!
Emily, one of my community members, left on Saturday. It’s really sad to not have her around:( she's getting married in December to a guy in the military. They moved back the date that he is able to be shipped off from March to January, so the wedding was moved from March to December. She added so much life to the community and it's sad to see her go, but I wish her the best of luck.
I talked with Lindsey the other day and it was great to hear from her! She said pigeons attacked her the other day. They really are pesky little creatures, good for nothing! Twice this week I missed getting hit by falling pigeon poo by mere footsteps. I saw it fall out of the sky and heard the loud splat on the concrete. It is a truly precarious situation. Each day I must dart under the overpass in order to get to the subway. Overhead is a nest of pigeons that day after day try to ruin my trip to work. I have decided it will be the day I’m running late and have an important meeting that they will poop on me.
This weekend dawn and I went up to Connecticut to see Bo and his girlfriend, Martha. We had a great train ride up on Saturday morning. The leaves up north are sooo beautiful, now I know what they're talking about. Saturday night we had a pumpkin carving party that was lots of fun (we had the game on the whole time). We headed back Sunday afternoon on the train and then spent the afternoon at my house hanging out and eating dinner.
Oh, im sooo excited (i may have mentioned this before, but i should say it again) i love Fordham mass on Sunday night's. it really makes me miss all my CBU friends, but it's so exciting to finally have a place to go to church.
my tutoring center at work continues to get better. i think so far we've served about 170 kids (30% of the school). to me, that's pretty amazing!!! our room is full all day long and after school too. it's so amazing to see it all in action.
so the funny story:
Friday night we had a party for Emily at Resurrection in Harlem. on the way home there were several other white folk on the train (obviously fordham students for no other white folk live in the bronx). For story reference, there are subway stops at 155, 161, 167, 170, 174, Tremont, 183, and Fordham... we got on at 155. It is obvious that the guy behind me is quite intoxicated as is his "date" for the evening. standing up were two girls and a guy discussing philosophy and somewhat less intoxicated. at 170 another guy, i was unaware of, stumbles off the train and then promptly falls up the stairs (note: subway steps are not the cleanest place to fall on). just as the doors close a bunch of black guys on the train start yelling at the guy in jest. one of the lesser intoxicated individuals jumps for the doors when he realizes his comrade has escaped, but it was too late. It wasn't until we were underway that the guy's girlfriend became aware of the fact that he was gone. at the next stop half of the Fordham crew jumped off the train and were followed by the crowd of black guys who said they'd help them find him and that "he didn't go far, i'm sure". It was so funny. We started laughing at them until the guy behind me became animated (only for a few brief seconds). He started to harass Clare and she continued to laugh. In a last ditch effort to come back at her onslaught of laughter he said, “go ahead and just keep laughing laughie mcgee.” I’m not exactly sure what that’s supposed to mean, but he found his seat again shortly thereafter. When they reached their stop his girlfriend got up and walked off the train without acknowledging that he was even there. I had to tell him twice that he should get off before he removed himself from his seat and stumbled off the train. Good times in NYC.
Emily, one of my community members, left on Saturday. It’s really sad to not have her around:( she's getting married in December to a guy in the military. They moved back the date that he is able to be shipped off from March to January, so the wedding was moved from March to December. She added so much life to the community and it's sad to see her go, but I wish her the best of luck.
I talked with Lindsey the other day and it was great to hear from her! She said pigeons attacked her the other day. They really are pesky little creatures, good for nothing! Twice this week I missed getting hit by falling pigeon poo by mere footsteps. I saw it fall out of the sky and heard the loud splat on the concrete. It is a truly precarious situation. Each day I must dart under the overpass in order to get to the subway. Overhead is a nest of pigeons that day after day try to ruin my trip to work. I have decided it will be the day I’m running late and have an important meeting that they will poop on me.
This weekend dawn and I went up to Connecticut to see Bo and his girlfriend, Martha. We had a great train ride up on Saturday morning. The leaves up north are sooo beautiful, now I know what they're talking about. Saturday night we had a pumpkin carving party that was lots of fun (we had the game on the whole time). We headed back Sunday afternoon on the train and then spent the afternoon at my house hanging out and eating dinner.
Oh, im sooo excited (i may have mentioned this before, but i should say it again) i love Fordham mass on Sunday night's. it really makes me miss all my CBU friends, but it's so exciting to finally have a place to go to church.
my tutoring center at work continues to get better. i think so far we've served about 170 kids (30% of the school). to me, that's pretty amazing!!! our room is full all day long and after school too. it's so amazing to see it all in action.
so the funny story:
Friday night we had a party for Emily at Resurrection in Harlem. on the way home there were several other white folk on the train (obviously fordham students for no other white folk live in the bronx). For story reference, there are subway stops at 155, 161, 167, 170, 174, Tremont, 183, and Fordham... we got on at 155. It is obvious that the guy behind me is quite intoxicated as is his "date" for the evening. standing up were two girls and a guy discussing philosophy and somewhat less intoxicated. at 170 another guy, i was unaware of, stumbles off the train and then promptly falls up the stairs (note: subway steps are not the cleanest place to fall on). just as the doors close a bunch of black guys on the train start yelling at the guy in jest. one of the lesser intoxicated individuals jumps for the doors when he realizes his comrade has escaped, but it was too late. It wasn't until we were underway that the guy's girlfriend became aware of the fact that he was gone. at the next stop half of the Fordham crew jumped off the train and were followed by the crowd of black guys who said they'd help them find him and that "he didn't go far, i'm sure". It was so funny. We started laughing at them until the guy behind me became animated (only for a few brief seconds). He started to harass Clare and she continued to laugh. In a last ditch effort to come back at her onslaught of laughter he said, “go ahead and just keep laughing laughie mcgee.” I’m not exactly sure what that’s supposed to mean, but he found his seat again shortly thereafter. When they reached their stop his girlfriend got up and walked off the train without acknowledging that he was even there. I had to tell him twice that he should get off before he removed himself from his seat and stumbled off the train. Good times in NYC.