In Which I Am Treated By An Old Friend
October 7, 2014
The next day both Rocky and I woke up fairly late, around 10AM, which left just enough time to rush to shul to hear the shofar and to stay for the Mussaf festival service. The synagogue we went to was unfortunately not nearly as warm and welcoming as Chabad so we resolved to return there for any following services. Lunch was quiet and at home. Rocky made me tea with coconut oil because apparently it was good for all my ailments. Rocky was great in taking care of me and kind of nursed me back to health slowly from the state I was in upon arrival. Meals were simple but delicious, beans, bread, veggies. Everything I needed.
That evening we both stayed in, too tired to really do much else. However we broke open the copy of portable settlers that I had bought for the purpose and played around five games in a row, with me mincing Rocky a few times over until she got the hang of it. She resolved that we wouldn’t stop playing until she had won, so the games went on for quite a well. When it got too late to play anymore, she had to throw the towel in and we left the rematch till the next day.
Thursday/Friday – Day 164/165
January 14, 2013
The second I entered the classroom a sinking feeling filled my stomach and my intestines dropped a good foot. PHYS362. Electromagnetism II. Though I understood the class decently, I realized that it was going to be another semester of struggles for me. Hopefully it will be worth it in the end. I love physics, but electromagnetism doesn’t seem to be my cup of tea.
The rest of the afternoon I spent chilling with friends before going to see Zero Dark Thirty in the evening with a few Glee clubbers. When I exited the cinema and checked my email however, I received quite a shock! Phi Kappa Psi had invited me back for ‘closed’ rush. A process whereby prospective brothers were selected out of the pool of open rush for closer examination.
Some of the activities I involved myself in with Phi Psi included late night laser tag, with alcoholic beverages and pizza provided and, as expected from any self respecting frat, giant raucous parties. My behaviour was limited to the less raucous side and it was nice to see that respected by the brothers. At one party I went to in the evening, they had stations with ‘bombs’; high strength spirits, that one would drop into a cup of beer and scull. However, there was one brother that was promoting an alcohol free version at eat station, that was gladly accepted by one of the Muslim ‘rushers”.
Friday was a day without classes. My first ever in my University career. Now that was a change. I spent much of the day recovering from the previous evenings antics however in the afternoon I did have TA training and a faculty meeting (for the algorithms course I was to be teaching this semester). The meetings weren’t super productive however it was well worth the pay (far below Australian standards though!) plus I’m super excited about actually teaching a class (as of 13/Jan/2013 I’ve baked cookies for them).
Friday night was finally a chance to get back to the OCP community and to eat dinner and chill with a few close friends. Then a good dose of sleep.