I have to wake up super early for my two day Latino Leadership Summit. ;_; Then I have to meet with my Property group on Sunday to work on our project, but I finally finished my short memo re-write today so that's a load off... but our long memo is being assigned next week. AGHHH~
Tuesday's Property class was funny because I was almost asleep throughout most of it. I don't know if it was my lack of good sleep the night before or the topic itself (we were going more into leasehold estates and fee simple determinable), but I was falling fast. Then Mr. Crestfallen asked the class, "Does anyone remember the economics classes?" I swear, right then and there I woke up and was completely engaged. I later told Squire that it was as though I had arisen from the dead. Mr. Crestfallen asked us if we remembered this formula, and most of us did, but Evil Zoe really did not remember and made it clear to us all. Mr. Crestfallen then acted worried that every single one of us didn't retain the information. Anyway, remembering that really woke me up.
Before that class I met with my Criminal Law group that had Susan and Hannah, and at the end of it I felt as though I was not liked. I'm just noticing them kind of emotionally distancing themselves from me, and I'm getting these vibes. They'll barely look at me straight in the eye. I think we just have different ways of doing things and they outnumber me. After our meeting I went to where near our classroom was and I sat on a heater and looked out the window and thought, "I have no life here." Shrisha came around, it had been a while since I'd seen her since we don't have the same classes, and I told her in a humorous way, "Wow, I have no friends." She said the same and that it's hard to make friends here and once you're not in a group then you're not in a group. She said she's always up to study with me and I said I'll let her know.
Caroline texted to report on her study group, who she hoped to make friends with. She said she was taken aback by how critical and gossipy the people in her group were. They spoke about others' study habits and said, "Well I don't want to study with *him*" or "I never talked to her but I don't like her." Caroline texted that it's like high school all over again and she didn't know why they were speaking so badly of others. I told Caroline, "Haven't I been saying that it's like that this whole time? XD" She said she knows, but this is her first time experiencing it first-hand.
Meanwhile, one of the things keeping me rolling was Squire's emails over the weekends and each day. We talked about my thoughts on Columbus Day, him winning the New England Championship for rugby in college, colonialism in the Americas and his English ancestors, and he said he'd like to talk about religion more with me sometime. After college he worked in finance for a few years before heading off to Harvard to get his JD and MBA (for some reason I pictured golf balls), then he worked at this firm for a short while (it's been ranked #1 firm in the US for ten years straight, haha) and found that he really liked to teach.
He also said of course I've made him my economics mentor even though we don't talk about it, and I said, "Wait, who made you my economics mentor? Sorry, I don't want a bumbling man..." He wrote, "I'm devastated that you've fired me as your econ mentor. You told me that you were mesmerized by supply and demand, but suddenly you've become too cool for school. It takes a certain refinement of soul, a special equipoise of temperament, to enjoy proper English pub ale, and you'll never get there if you remain so fickle in your intellectual interests." Ugh!
I sent him a flier I saw for an event titled, "Talking back to economists!" I said, "I bet you'll barge in and flip a table." He said, "Yes, at that "discussion" I'd barge in and flip tables just like Jesus confronting the money-changers at the temple."
I went to my Tang Dynasty poetry night at the China Institute, and it was really nice!
I was the only young person there by far. Anyway, we went over Li Bai and Du Mu's poetry and our professor was a sassy old Chinese man. I can't describe him any other way. At first I thought he was full of himself, but he turned out to be really nice, but still sassy. Most of the room was full of rich white and Chinese people.
He said while Li Bai has been dead for hundreds of years, his poetry is young and lively as ever. It's true! He went through each line with us, analyzing the characters used, and it was so awesome! Well, for me, anyway. He also talked about how last week one poem was about romantic love and how uncertain it is, but that Li Bai, while he loved that, loved plenty of other things too, like friendship and the moon. So this day we read his poem about friends staying the night then having deep conversations before they fall asleep.
Our professor concentrated on Li Bai's love for the moon and how in China he's referred to as the "celestial poet" because of that and how great of a poet he is. In the poem the moon is watching over Li Bai and his friends, wanting to hear the deep conversation. Overhearing their thoughtful conversations it cannot go to sleep.
The professor asked if I'll come next week and I'll see if I can because I have Legal Writing rescheduled for that night, sigh. I went down the stairs and saw a book being sold named, "China Boys: How U.S. Relations with the PRC Began and Grew. A Personal Memoir."
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0984406220/
Seldom have I read such a readable a non-fiction book. Works on so many levels - a personal memoir, a history I somehow missed, an eye into China, both then and now, and a great book. I feel so lucky I chanced upon it.
I asked to see it and the girl handed it over. I thought it was right up my alley!
I went walking home down Park Avenue from the Upper East Side and I found a little firefighter teddy bear keychain from FAO Schwarz on the floor as I was about to cross the street. I rescued it just like I rescued the grey dumpling with a flower on her head one day in April when I was sitting in Washington Square Park in the rain on a bench. While I was walking I thought, "Why aren't there any China Girls?" It was really making me think.
Wednesday came along and I don't remember much (except writing my short memo), but I did go to the "Talking back to economists!" event. When it started I took a picture of the professor and the definition of "neoliberalism" on the board, and sent an email saying, "I found my new econ mentor." Squire wrote back, "You're mean."
A:
They gave us candy and Goldfish crackers. I like handouts. I could get used to this.
S: You've sold your soul for baubles, just like the natives sold Manhattan.
It was pretty interesting and it made me think about these economics stuffs and immigrants "taking our jobs" or jobs "Americans don't want." 'MURICA!
Mr. Crestfallen in class said he talked to the professors who taught economics earlier in the semester and how half of us had no idea what he was talking about with the formula. He said, "It was interesting, to say the least." I thought he was exaggerating, but what was funny was that I had emailed Squire before I went to class about how I rose from the dead in Property and that it was only one girl who didn't know the formula at all. For some reason I felt like I was using my old Sponge abilities to assess things.
Thursday I FINALLY finished my short memo and had to skip out on yoga to finish Legal Research homework. It was our last Legal Research class, THANK THE LORD! After flying over to school I noticed how pretty my hair looked and then I went off to see Squire. Someone was already inside so I waited and that person took forever! We only had 25 minutes, but we got so much covered anyway.
He asked where my family was from and I said Trujillo, and he asked where it was in Peru. I (OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE I SAID THIS) said it was south of Lima by the coast. He pulled up a map of Peru and said he didn't see it there, so it must not exist. He turned the monitor towards me and we both huddled to look and I said that's impossible. So he pointed to where it said, "Trujillo" and it was in the northwestern part of Peru and I started to laugh and I said it simply isn't true. He brought up Trujillo's wikipedia page and read out loud, "Trujillo is a city in coastal northwestern Peru." He said, "NORTHWESTERN PERU! You don't even know your country!" I was dying at that point and gave him a big nudge on the shoulder and he started laughing. He said it looks very pretty and asked about why it's the "capital of culture" as it said. I also talked about how APRA was founded there and he asked what my father did.
We talked about New Orleans and me sanding walls. He wondered why I have so much "hostility" towards him. He said, "When I said the Spanish colonists were bad, you said the English were the worst, when I said our church music was great, you said yours was the best, when I said Mao killed hundreds of thousands of people, you said he was a hero." I showed him this picture and he really laughed:
He noticed how decked out I am with CAPITALISM yet I'm hailing Mao.
Squire also said I broke his heart with that email about my new econ mentor and said I was mean, especially because that professor is so anti-economist. He also listed in an email some of the great US accomplishments such as inventing the feather duster and paintball.
He told me he's really interested in religion and for some reason St. Thomas Aquinas' book (forgot which) really stuck with him over the years. I never read it, but we both read St. Augustine's "Confessions." I told him how in freshman year at NYU I changed my professor's mind on it. My professor thought it was bleak and depressing, but I thought it was optimistic and hopeful. Squire asked, "Do you see light in the darkness?" I said I do.
I told him he should watch Disney's "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" since he likes church music so much. It has some beautiful church music and Latin chants and organs
The music and art is great and I told him about the dark themes and Frollo. I mentioned the themes of lust and genocide and torture and "Hellfire." He said he'll add it to his Netflix queue, haha. He asked which church I go to around here I said the one by the Port Authority, but I said my favorite is St. Patrick's in Miami Beach. The music there was so dramatic most of the time.
I said he's a nerd, but that it's a good thing. I also said people analyze my actions and the way I use the word "nerd" and he said someone should write an exegesis on the way I use "nerd" and I laughed. We also talked about how Adam Smith was just not good with the ladies.
It was 3:01pm and I sat there and said, "I don't want to go!" So we kept talking as if I had said nothing until I really had to go. I was so reluctant to leave, but, as I said in an earlier email, I told him that from now on I don't have Legal Research anymore so I can stay with him longer. For some reason we got a bit quiet and we both stood and he walked over to me. I checked to see if I left anything behind and he said he often loses things in taxis and I said I left my cellphone in a taxi once. I said, "I'll see you," and he said the same.
We had to do interviewing-client simulations in Legal Writing and it was fun and I was critiqued too. I also had to play a 60 year old man, real estate owner and developer, with 5 kids and 6 grandkids. I said, "Oh well after I graduated business school I worked a couple of years for the firm and then bought it and to say the next 27 years was a success is an understatement. Now I'm known as the Donald Trump of the city! I'm married to my high school sweetheart and life is just wonderful." When asked about my grandkids I said, "Well you know I have six and they're all lovely, just wonderful. Ah yes, life is wonderful! *chortles*"
One classmate and I went walking home together and we talked about what we want to do in the future. Neither of us want to work in firms and we want to do China-related things. I said I just want to do something different. He's from China and we talked China a lot, which was good for me. He doesn't like Shanghai and I was aghast, haha. He's actually from Chengdu and I told him how I love Zhuge Liang and cried on the flight back to Shanghai. It was just really nice to talk about all the China things again and my memories of the cities I miss. He said he left Chengdu for Beijing because it was faster-paced in Beijing and I said I felt the same about moving from Miami Beach to NYC. We also talked about our classes and study habits.
He asked how I was liking the law school and I lied and said, "Yeah I like it." He said he wasn't. So I said, "Okay, I was lying, I'm having mixed feelings about the place." He felt the same way, and he felt weird "vibes," and that people were competitive. I don't think I find them competitive, just weird. He said he simply has mixed feelings. I said I felt people judged me, but I'm not sure, I just haven't made many friends. It made ME feel as if my social skills died somehow because at NYU I had so many friends and I just felt great there. He felt the same way, as though something were wrong with him. I told him about me possibly transferring and he said, "Are you crazy? I would just go!" His boyfriend is at a law school in another state and his boyfriend is having a good time with the community. He also told me not to tell anyone about his sexual orientation and I said not to worry because it's not my business to share and it's his decision. He feels as though our school is kind of conservative, and he knows NYU is really liberal so these things aren't a big deal there. He walked me to my apartment building and we exchanged numbers and waved each other goodbye.
okay, now going to bed, LEADERSHIP AWAITS!... Zzzz...