Undergraduate Admissions

So, this weekend’s been pretty interesting. For somebody who’s already “done” for the semester, I was pretty busy.

First, on Thursday, I went to this pretty nice restaurant called Hutch’s. It was my grandpa’s birthday. I used to really hate exceedingly nice restaurants. I don’t really like fancy food, so there would always be at most one or two things on the menu that I’d eat, but that wasn’t really the problem. I just really didn’t like the vibe. Lately though, I don’t really mind, I guess. I can take it. I’d still rather eat at Duffs or a Chinese restaurant or something though. Anyway, the steak I got was really good. (and quite expensive, but my parents were paying for dinner and my dad was the one who convinced me to get it, so I don’t feel guilty.)

Friday was the (annual) CIT holiday party. I can’t believe it was the third one I’ve gone to. This time they had a bunch of videogames set up, so that was really cool. I had to work during the first hour of it, so the pizza was cold when I got there, but free cold pizza is still free pizza, so I can’t really complain.

Yesterday I had dinner at my Japanese teacher’s house. In attendance were the following groups of people:

• All of Japanese 401 (which is six people)
• An Electrical Engineering professor who lived in Japan and speaks Japanese, and his (Japanese) wife and children
• My teacher (obviously) and his wife and kids

It was fun! More fun than I thought it’d be, really. I was concerned that I would say something monumentally stupid since we would be conversing at least partially in Japanese, but it ended up ok. It was interesting; we started out the night speaking almost all Japanese, but towards the end we switched to English. It was nice to see everyone from the class again. Also, my teacher’s family and the other professor’s family were both very nice, and I think it was nice of my teacher to have this party. The food was really good, too. (Even my teacher’s dog Caesar thought so, as evidenced by his two well-planned attempts at eating people’s desserts.) It was a really interesting and immersing experience; coming back to my apartment, I felt like I was coming back to a different world than the one I had just left. I always enjoy experiences like this, but I’m always really hesitant to enter into them.

I’m writing this post in my living room while I play Guitar Hero 3 with my friends. We only have one guitar, so we’re taking turns. I’m writing this between my turns. It feels good to be able ot relax on a Sunday night.