I’m Amanda. I’ve got wide eyes, a smart mouth, and a MetroCard. And I’m not afraid to use them.
In April of 2002, I went to a huge poetry slam my university sponsored. The Students Event Committee had squired some lesser known slam poets from NYC to come. I’d seen Slam and grown obsessed with slamming (watching, never participating), so I was a shoo-in.
ArtRock, a “fourteen day museum” set up at Rockefeller Center, celebrates its second year until May 20. Cade and I went to see the progressive, free, contemporary art yesterday after he got off work.
*Today my dad and I went to Old San Patricio and bought steer horns for my friend Nick. That was easy enough, but then we had to figure out how and where to pack and ship them. Oh.dear.God. Nick, my dad and I want those hours of our lives back! In the end, the steer horns were $50. Shipping them to an office building on Park Avenue? $96!
In a series of unforeseeable events, I’ve finished both books that I packed as in-flight reading. My first book was Frank McCourt’s Teacher Man. My second, the one that I finished this morning, is Tamara Draut’s Strapped: Why America’s 20- and 30- Something Can’t Get Ahead.
No one plans to be a cross-country public vomiter. It is a calling destined only by the gods. You know, like a shaman. My role of gastrointestinal gypsy/vomiting vagabond was revealed one fateful morning at the University of Texas.
Dude, it’s such a small world, like for reals:
AUSTIN - A University of Texas student found a substance that has tested positive for ricin, a potentially deadly poison, in a roll of quarters she was using to do laundry in her dormitory, officials said.
It’s a small, small world.
Saturday School attendance has dropped dramatically. Last week, I only had my three students from Yemen. We finished the lesson and spent the rest of our ninety minute block comparing and contrasting schools in America and in Yemen. The boys argued that I.S. 666 is better than the school they attended in Yemen. Yikes.
Oh, I’d love to talk to one of my college sociology professors about this ad from Craigslist:
Straight guy seeks same for thoughtful affectionate friendship - m4m - 36
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I’ve felt kind of loopy since returning to New York. The traveling wasn’t so bad, nor was the unpacking. I attribute my state of mind, which ranges from lackadaisical to lethargic, on the weather and the season. I am dragging my feet at the start of another year - a year which could very well be the best year of my life. It’s really a shame.
