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theladyrose
Jul. 6th, 2005 01:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theladyroseAre there any good ways of drying out socks and shoes quickly? There was this pouring rainstorm that created deep ponds around the drains this afternoon. I ran across the street through the JFK Ave. puddles to get an umbrella, got lunch, dashed across the six inches of sloshing semi-dirty water, and then ran to class. I might as well have jumped into a swimming pool fully clothed by the time I got to class; I had to go over to the bathroom sink to literally dump the water out of my socks and shoes. I spent almost the entire class barefoot in the air-conditioned room; apparently the maintenance crew refuses to turn off the AC during the summer. By the way, horosha, the Greek girl's name is Rosa, and she probably swore more about being soaked today than the rest of the class combined. Her profane vocabulary is quite astounding.
As I was putting on my shoes at the end of class, Bow Tie Man (the Indian guy from Georgia whom I originally mistook on the first day of class as either the professor or the TA; he wears a bow tie every day) asked me wheter or not I wanted to go to the college essay writing workshop with him. I was surprised that he even asked me as he always struck me as a very shy guy and has never really approached me before, but for some reason in the moments we've bumped into each other we've always been rather friendly without really exchanging many words.
We didn't talk much; the only words really exchanged were from him along the lines of "We need to turn left here onto Brattle Street." Neither of us really felt like talking, but it was one of those comfortably understood silences that are best not crammed with pointless sound bytes.
It was a very surreal moment; I wish that somehow the image of the two of us madly dashing across JFK Ave. in the sprinkling rain could've been captured. Both of us ran across the street the same way, vaguely terrified of oncoming traffic and sort of wildly waving around our arms uncosciously. Bow tie man's approximately my height or just a little shorter, so I had to stoop down a little to get my umbrella to cover him. Even still, the back of his slate gray silk shirt, with subtle vertical stripes of dove gray, and the cuffs of his black trousers got soaked. His glasses were totally splattered by the time we got to the workshop building. I rather liked the mist on my face as I gave him the umbrella as it was too awkward for me to hold after a while; I couldn't get too much more damp, anyway.
He actually opened up the door for me and let me through the elevator first. These sorts of acts of courtesy always surprise me because I'm always used to opening the door for my dad when he's using his walker or wheelchair. Anyway, after the class he helped point me back to Harvard Square although I already knew how to get there, and before I could thank him for taking me to the class he quickly dashed into the Coop without looking back.
I hope I don't forget this afternoon. All I know is that his name is Christopher, that he takes intro to philosophy as his other class, and that he lives in Pennypacker. For the record, I don't really find him attractive at all, but I get the impression that he's one of those sort of old-fashioned chivalrious guys. Le monde est une étrange chose...
(Bonus points if you can identify that quotation's source!)
I still have to pack to go to NYC tomorrow, and I'm not coming back until Sunday afternoon. I'll get to see all of my relatives soon, though. Somehow I'm going to finish up my reading for my classes and look at two colleges along the way, so it looks like I won't be able to post until Sunday.
Yup, this is Matthews Hall. Isn't it pretty? You can't see the dorm across from ours, Strauss, which is the party dorm. I swear, they've been having a party every single day we've been here that doesn't end until at least 2 AM...and of course I've been staying up until late hours and actually have witnessed this myself. You can see just about everything at night with the room lights on; it's rather Rear Window and voyeuristic.
If you want to see more Harvard pictures, go tomatthews208 to look at what my friend Adrienne has posted up. I'm really tempted to get a digital camera as my Harvard friends (I feel so pretentious for saying that!) haven't sent me their digital photos yet, so we'll see how that goes.
horosha, the Greek girl's name is Rosa, and she probably swore more about being soaked today than the rest of the class combined. Her profane vocabulary is quite astounding.As I was putting on my shoes at the end of class, Bow Tie Man (the Indian guy from Georgia whom I originally mistook on the first day of class as either the professor or the TA; he wears a bow tie every day) asked me wheter or not I wanted to go to the college essay writing workshop with him. I was surprised that he even asked me as he always struck me as a very shy guy and has never really approached me before, but for some reason in the moments we've bumped into each other we've always been rather friendly without really exchanging many words.
We didn't talk much; the only words really exchanged were from him along the lines of "We need to turn left here onto Brattle Street." Neither of us really felt like talking, but it was one of those comfortably understood silences that are best not crammed with pointless sound bytes.
It was a very surreal moment; I wish that somehow the image of the two of us madly dashing across JFK Ave. in the sprinkling rain could've been captured. Both of us ran across the street the same way, vaguely terrified of oncoming traffic and sort of wildly waving around our arms uncosciously. Bow tie man's approximately my height or just a little shorter, so I had to stoop down a little to get my umbrella to cover him. Even still, the back of his slate gray silk shirt, with subtle vertical stripes of dove gray, and the cuffs of his black trousers got soaked. His glasses were totally splattered by the time we got to the workshop building. I rather liked the mist on my face as I gave him the umbrella as it was too awkward for me to hold after a while; I couldn't get too much more damp, anyway.
He actually opened up the door for me and let me through the elevator first. These sorts of acts of courtesy always surprise me because I'm always used to opening the door for my dad when he's using his walker or wheelchair. Anyway, after the class he helped point me back to Harvard Square although I already knew how to get there, and before I could thank him for taking me to the class he quickly dashed into the Coop without looking back.
I hope I don't forget this afternoon. All I know is that his name is Christopher, that he takes intro to philosophy as his other class, and that he lives in Pennypacker. For the record, I don't really find him attractive at all, but I get the impression that he's one of those sort of old-fashioned chivalrious guys. Le monde est une étrange chose...
(Bonus points if you can identify that quotation's source!)
I still have to pack to go to NYC tomorrow, and I'm not coming back until Sunday afternoon. I'll get to see all of my relatives soon, though. Somehow I'm going to finish up my reading for my classes and look at two colleges along the way, so it looks like I won't be able to post until Sunday.
Yup, this is Matthews Hall. Isn't it pretty? You can't see the dorm across from ours, Strauss, which is the party dorm. I swear, they've been having a party every single day we've been here that doesn't end until at least 2 AM...and of course I've been staying up until late hours and actually have witnessed this myself. You can see just about everything at night with the room lights on; it's rather Rear Window and voyeuristic.
If you want to see more Harvard pictures, go to
matthews208 to look at what my friend Adrienne has posted up. I'm really tempted to get a digital camera as my Harvard friends (I feel so pretentious for saying that!) haven't sent me their digital photos yet, so we'll see how that goes.