Right now I’m sitting listening to Olga and Brianna talk back and forth in Brooklyn accents, which have been amusing since “dawg” and “tawking” slipped out of Olga. It’s like Carli’s “chawklet” issue. “What did your mutta tell you?” Brianna demands. I tried to join in on the teasing, but my “Is that a dawg? Oh my gawd.” accent just isn’t as good.
Tonight I went to a program planning meeting for a Human Rights major. It’s only six courses to make it a double major with another (eg Anthropology?). I would be all set with what classes I want to take next year, if only I could take about 12 overlapping courses and a couple of PE classes. Richard and I might take yoga together, but he’ll have to work on his stretching first.
I went to the aforementioned Lady Mendl’s tea on Sunday, and it was very enjoyable as expected. I talked to a CC girl from Tennessee. There was a big ordeal for me before based on the problem that the meeting time was moved from 3:15 to 3:45, but I didn’t know, and suspected this was some mean trick. The tiny sandwiches, multiple courses of dessert, and tea! were worth the trouble after all, though. I think I’ll have to hold high tea on my own in the future.
More elaborate and profound posts to come in the future, when I manage to get ahead of homework.