SCAB-tastic

So I found myself like I've normally been on Tuesday evenings, lying prostrate in my bed, nap way overdue, from the general malaise I get from 6 hours of non-stop, blood-sugar-lowering lectures that are my Tuesdays. I had been sidetracked from my initial purpose of going home to take a nap, mostly due to the paranoia I feel about sleeping the GUT and being watched while sleeping (Who knows who could be staring at me!). Upon getting home I received a phone call from Eligio, a Masters student in the ELPS program I was admitted to, so that he could try and in his words "do anything he could" to convince me to join them in Washington. I was flattered by the unabashed commitment they had to recruiting me (I think "top choice" was uttered a few times) and I did what I normally due whenever I feel overwhelmingly flattered, I took the defensive and barraged him with questions ranging from funding to pedagogy of particular teachers. I had to remind myself to tell him how excited about the program, because in my ears I kinda sounded like a jerk. He handled it admirably and I booked my ticket to go visit UWash in early April. Although to be honest, I never quite know what to say when people talk to me the tight knit Latino community as a selling point because I probably never would have thought to ask about it other than the University's commitment to diversity in recruiting as value in and of itself. It kinda reminded me of the whiteness of my upbringing but then I read this and felt better.

After a few hours of laying about, too sleepy to read, too wired to sleep, I headed over to Bloc 11 to grab some coffee which made me feel like a SCAB due to my prior employment at the Sherman Cafe. However then I remembered that at least I wasn't an adorable piano playing SCAB. And all was well. the end.