Thursday, June 9, 2011
First, I died of envy because I did not get to sit with Prof Dreamboat at dinner. Then I told him that he is dazzling and his brain is like the sun and that I couldn't look directly at it. He looked politely puzzled; I think he must be an S; he probably now thinks I'm some kind of Sylar-like ghoul. We talked for some time about his current work, and he invited me to stay in touch. Then, before I'd even gotten two steps away from him, I was immediately swarmed by classmates who peppered me excitedly with questions ("WHAT DID HE SAY?" "WHAT DID HE WANT?" "IS HE EVEN CUTER UP CLOSE?") Yup, he was still standing right there well within earshot. People are so funny...we don't really change, in some ways, do we. Then I was forced to stand on a chair and make an announcement about the evening's social plan, and unaccountably excessively praised for it for HOURS, considering all I did was give information. If you ever need a lot of ego stroking, come to this program.
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