Assistance
- On the third, my Theory professor was having some trouble setting up a DVD to show a portion of at the end of class to bookend the lecture, which was on Adorno, Horkheimer, and the culture industry. She asked if anyone had any idea how to get it working. I raised my hand (I was the only one, I think) and I walked up to the front of the room and showed her the small DVD remote/menu on the projector setup on the main desk. I then proceeded to get the DVD set up and showed her how to play the selected scene before heading back to my seat.
- A little while ago, Greg was walking past my window. He looked in and saw me, calling my name to get my attention. I noticed he had gotten a haircut, his hands were full with snacks, and he had his messenger bag over his shoulder. He asked if I could help him get some stuff over to his car, so I threw on my jacket, despite being in a state of kinda making progress on my homework, and headed out to carry two trays of cheese and crackers and related nosh over to his car. We chatted a bit about the event he was bringing the food to, what was in his bag, and how my weekend was. I got over to his car and we got everything loaded in before I headed back to my apartment with his thanks following my departure.
Covering a Fare
- I knew for a few weeks that after coming home briefly from my fantastic weekend at PAX East in Boston that I'd have to catch a bus back and then catch a cab back to campus. What I didn't necessarily think about or remember was that I would need enough money in my wallet to pay for the cab fare, which was $8. I had $4 when I was getting into the cab. Luckily, Caitlin, an apprentice at the station, was in the same cab and she offered to cover my fare when we got back to campus and she did, getting a large thanks from me and an IOU of sorts.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Recognizing Mistakes
Salsa
This afternoon, I helped myself to a small lunch of a microwave quesadilla and some tortilla chips with some salsa. I got everything out and ready and then I discovered that my little jar of Tostitos salsa that should've been on the fridge door was missing. It simply wasn't there. There was a gap in the shelf where it should have been, next to another small jar of salsa. Everyone was out at Parade Day, the area's early St. Patrick's Day celebration, so I couldn't ask where it had walked off to.
When Adam and Todd returned, along with a few other mutual friends, I inquired. They didn't know and suggested I ask Sean when he returned. A short while later, after I had finished up lunch, Sean returned. I asked if he knew where my salsa had gone off to. I explained that it was on the door the other day and now it wasn't there. He went into his room and, lo and behold, there was the jar of salsa I had been searching for. However, it had been mostly devoured. But there was still a little left in the bottom of the jar.
I was initially disheartened because it was, well, my salsa. I had bought and paid for it and there was Sean, who had eaten most of what was left in the jar, which was most of the jar. There was also the fact that one of the recently instated apartment rules is that we ask permission of one another before having some of someone else's food, like for snacks and such. Communal stuff (i.e., milk, juice, eggs) are excluded.
But my heart skipped a beat when Sean extended an offer of the other jar of salsa in the fridge that was deemed his. He had had it with chips and salsa, having used the salsa to finish off his chips. The other jar in the fridge, which Sean must've mistakenly overlooked, grabbing mine and thinking it was his, was about as full as mine was before it was nearly sucked dry. So what did I get out of all this? Roughly a jar of salsa ... and the knowledge that small mistakes, like mistakenly grabbing and devouring most of the wrong jar of salsa, can be fixed easily.
When Adam and Todd returned, along with a few other mutual friends, I inquired. They didn't know and suggested I ask Sean when he returned. A short while later, after I had finished up lunch, Sean returned. I asked if he knew where my salsa had gone off to. I explained that it was on the door the other day and now it wasn't there. He went into his room and, lo and behold, there was the jar of salsa I had been searching for. However, it had been mostly devoured. But there was still a little left in the bottom of the jar.
I was initially disheartened because it was, well, my salsa. I had bought and paid for it and there was Sean, who had eaten most of what was left in the jar, which was most of the jar. There was also the fact that one of the recently instated apartment rules is that we ask permission of one another before having some of someone else's food, like for snacks and such. Communal stuff (i.e., milk, juice, eggs) are excluded.
But my heart skipped a beat when Sean extended an offer of the other jar of salsa in the fridge that was deemed his. He had had it with chips and salsa, having used the salsa to finish off his chips. The other jar in the fridge, which Sean must've mistakenly overlooked, grabbing mine and thinking it was his, was about as full as mine was before it was nearly sucked dry. So what did I get out of all this? Roughly a jar of salsa ... and the knowledge that small mistakes, like mistakenly grabbing and devouring most of the wrong jar of salsa, can be fixed easily.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Taking Time to Talk
Catching Up with Friends
Earlier this evening, I sat down in one of the two theaters in the Fine Arts building to see the Theatre Department's production of Noises Off!, having taken part in a smaller production in the fall of '09. I wanted to see how the Theatre Department faired. And I must say, they faired rather well, despite going off of a different script. But that's not what I'm here to talk about.I caught up for a bit with four friends ... well, I dunno if I'd categorize them all as friends ... actually, yeah, I will. I mean, I don't talk with them on a regular basis ... well, one of them, I do, but the other three are on a when-I-pass-them-on-campus kind of basis.
The first person, Ethan, auditioned for Harvey last semester and we cast him, but he had to drop because of other theater productions on campus. He's a great guy and can do a great general British accent. He was sitting two rows in front of me, so I hopped up during the first intermission and started catching up with him. We chatted about majors and Cinema classes and such as he's a Cinema major and has been dabbling in theatre on campus for kicks and some experience.
The second person, Melina, was in Clue with me in the fall of '08. She played Miss Scarlet. One of the things I remembered was that she was interested in participating in the Disney internship program. Melina returned from the restrooms as Ethan was leaving for them and we started chatting. I asked how the Disney program went, even though it was ages ago, and she showed me her Mickey-silhouetted bag plastered with Disney pins and she talked a bit about where she worked and what she did in the parks. We proceeded to talk a bit about theatre stuff as well.
The third was Max. He was in my Teen Lit course last semester and we sometimes chatted before or during class. I ran into him while waiting for the campus shuttle, which he also got on. We chatted about how the semester was going and what we were up to. I mentioned that I had recently applied for a summer internship where he had interned I believe the summer before and he wished me the best. And it turns out that we were both at Noises Off!
The fourth and final person was Rachel. I knew her through the production of Clue that Melina and I were in. Rachel was assistant directing, I believe. I've chatted with her this year on the buses to and from the residential communities that are further away from campus. On this ride, we were chatting about people in the Theatre Department, as she knows a fair amount of people in the department. I didn't have much to say about some of the people, but I had good words for those who I know fairly well.
All in all, I was glad to have some time to talk and get to know people a bit better. So take some time out of your day and have a nice conversation. It could make someone's day a little brighter.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Helping Others
Giving Directions
An elderly woman asked me for directions to an eyeglass store near campus when I was checking out at a Family Dollar a few minutes from campus earlier this afternoon. She was hard of hearing, so I had to repeat myself a few times. I thought I was giving her the correct location (a shopping center between the Family Dollar and campus, closer to campus), but the women behind me stepped in and said "No, that's past the Denny's." The Denny's she was referring to is right off campus and is frequented by hungry college students on a regular basis. I've only been there once or twice.
I proceeded to purchase my item (Velcro strips) and I went on my way, knowing that the middle aged woman was giving her elder directions to the proper location.
An elderly woman asked me for directions to an eyeglass store near campus when I was checking out at a Family Dollar a few minutes from campus earlier this afternoon. She was hard of hearing, so I had to repeat myself a few times. I thought I was giving her the correct location (a shopping center between the Family Dollar and campus, closer to campus), but the women behind me stepped in and said "No, that's past the Denny's." The Denny's she was referring to is right off campus and is frequented by hungry college students on a regular basis. I've only been there once or twice.
I proceeded to purchase my item (Velcro strips) and I went on my way, knowing that the middle aged woman was giving her elder directions to the proper location.
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