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Chicago is so beautiful this time of year. Even though it's a little chilly and it might rain later today, it's wonderful to be in the city. I'm glad everything worked out and everyone was able to catch planes, trains and automobiles on time. One of the highlights of the journey to Chicago was stopping at Mundie's house on Wednesday night. His mom prepared the most delicious meal, Ravahn got a reflexology treatment and a good time was had by all. For some reason (maybe lack of sleep?) I almost cried as Ravahn and Matt boarded the plane to Guatemala at 3:00 AM. Well, now that I typed it out, it was almost assuredly because I had virtually no sleep.
I hung out with Vitaly yesterday, which was fun. We mostly took a really long walk along the lake shore, which is always so beautiful, and talked a hell of a lot. Then we went to a questionable fast food chicken/rib place on 83rd and Cottage Grove, where a man who was probably on crack came in with a toolbox, plugged in a drill and proceeded to try to bust open the ATM, right in plain view. I wonder if Vitaly sees that sort of thing in Russia.
Vitaly has never been to a pro basketball game in America, and come to think of it, neither have I. We found some cheap Bulls vs. Cavs tickets for next Wednesday, my birthday and Erika's, and I think we might all make a trip there. There's something about exploring the city with people who have never been here that makes it so much more wonderful.
It's about that time: Almost graduation! Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!!! I don't know what I'm gonna do! Periodically, I panic and apply to everything I can think of. Today I applied to teach english in Korea and Japan, an internship with a community organizing union, a couple of jobs at the University of Chicago Library and the UChicago Press and New York Teaching Fellows. I guess that I think if I cast my net wide enough something has to happen. I'm just too burnt out right now to go straight to graduate school, and to tell the truth, I'm a little scared to be put directly into that crazy of an academic environment. I know I want a Ph.D., but I don't think I'm smart enough to do it. I feel like I have to wear tweed and smoke a cigar, but I know that's not true. Shit, I hate this idea of growing up.
I hung out with Vitaly yesterday, which was fun. We mostly took a really long walk along the lake shore, which is always so beautiful, and talked a hell of a lot. Then we went to a questionable fast food chicken/rib place on 83rd and Cottage Grove, where a man who was probably on crack came in with a toolbox, plugged in a drill and proceeded to try to bust open the ATM, right in plain view. I wonder if Vitaly sees that sort of thing in Russia.
Vitaly has never been to a pro basketball game in America, and come to think of it, neither have I. We found some cheap Bulls vs. Cavs tickets for next Wednesday, my birthday and Erika's, and I think we might all make a trip there. There's something about exploring the city with people who have never been here that makes it so much more wonderful.
It's about that time: Almost graduation! Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!!! I don't know what I'm gonna do! Periodically, I panic and apply to everything I can think of. Today I applied to teach english in Korea and Japan, an internship with a community organizing union, a couple of jobs at the University of Chicago Library and the UChicago Press and New York Teaching Fellows. I guess that I think if I cast my net wide enough something has to happen. I'm just too burnt out right now to go straight to graduate school, and to tell the truth, I'm a little scared to be put directly into that crazy of an academic environment. I know I want a Ph.D., but I don't think I'm smart enough to do it. I feel like I have to wear tweed and smoke a cigar, but I know that's not true. Shit, I hate this idea of growing up.