This is a list compiled by my favorite Panda and roommate of 2006.
top 10 lindy 2006 memories:
10. pondering how many copies of "an inconvenient truth" we need to get for our loved ones. (10? 20? it IS the best holiday gift of '06)
9. coming home to the lindy thanksgiving dinner! (I SET THE TABLE!)
8. covering my face when lindy walks out with three dozen roses from the Valentino party!
7. asking that random man to take our picture next to the Valentino screen (and having him say "no," followed by Lindy yelling at him.)
6. reaassuring lindy that i DID NOT care about her borrowing that damn shirt!
5. the following convo after every day at work:
(when lindy got home at midnight...or 5 p.m....or 8 p.m...)
me: "what's wrong?"
lindy: "nothing. i'm just tired."
me: "are you suuuuure?"
lindy: "YES!"
me: "i think something is wro..."lindy: "nothing is wrong! i don't want to talk about it anyway!" me: "TELL MEEEE!!!!"
4. our pedicures! (me and my ticklish feet and you, taking the recent issues of People for the ENTIRE time!)
3. taking our christmas pictures outside random strangers' doorsteps, and trying not to get embarrassed by the lindy st. marks ave photo shoot.
2. the following conversations:
lindy to nurse 1: "do i have e. coli?"
nurse 1 to lindy: "no, we don't think so."
panda to nurse 1: "does lindy have e. coli?"
nurse 1 to panda: "yes, we think so."
lindy to nurse 2: "are you sure i don't have e. coli?"
nurse 2 to lindy: "probably not."
panda to nurse 2: "are you sure she has e. coli?"
nurse 2 to panda: "probably yeah."
1. "I CAN'T READ!!!!"
honorable mention: losing the tivo, the bachelor, macys at closing time...so many memories!
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
In case you make a misssteak
I was on the way home tonight. I was taking the ever-punctual 2 train. I notice as I stepped off the platform of the 1 train that the last 2 train whizzed away with blatant disregard for transporting anyone else. I LOVE that feeling. The one where you SEE the train you need to catch about 4 yards away. The only thing that is stopping you is a pair of glass doors and that conductor that can’t wait THREE more seconds before dashing your hopes of EVER getting home.
The next train would be 20 more minutes. I had nothing to do but wait. A middle-aged woman was standing in front of me equally perturbed. I can see why. Okay, she told me. …several times. She had to go home and study. She was carrying several armloads of books and notepads.
“Big test tomorrow?” I asked.
“No, just lots of work. Lots and lots of work. I had two classes today, two tomorrow three the next day and two on Friday,” She said.
She was very anxious to talk about her work, and her hernia. So, I let her. I thought, it will pass the time.
Little did I know. ….
45 minutes later this woman had officially talked her way through a 20-minute period on the platform and 7 stops on the two train.
Jesus, I thought.
She might keep talking to Kentucky if you let her. But I shouldn’t be silly.
The 2 train doesn’t go to Kentucky.
I should give her credit though. She was excited. She was in school. She was doing something she was proud of. She was accomplishing something. Something I had done a year ago. Something I used to feel wasn’t that big of a deal, but now feel differently about. Graduating IS a big deal. Getting a degree IS a big deal. Education IS important. And here I was with a woman that had spent 45 minutes telling me EVERY detail about EVERY class and EVERY assignment. Do not kid yourself. She got out her syllabus. She got out her books. She showed me her notes. She showed me her schedule.
Then I realized, why she was gushing. This was her first day. Her first day of college. And she just couldn’t stand it. She wanted to tell someone. She wanted to tell someone every detail. And that lucky someone was me.
I let her. Sure, I had plenty to read on the way home. My eyes were tired I could have slept. I had my cell phone. I could have listened to music, but instead I listened to her, an entire 2-train ride. So much so, if she missed class tomorrow I could have filled in for her.
I looked over her Spanish work. Told her the difference between Spanish 101 and 102. She showed me her sociology book and as soon as I saw the shrink wrap, I said “take it back.”
“Take it back,” I said. “You have got to buy your books used. How much did you pay for that?”
She took me seriously and said she would return it tomorrow. We went over her work schedule program and just about everything else. Before long I was nearing my stop. I could tell she wanted to ask me one last question.
“Do you think I should use a pencil?” She asked.
“A what?” I asked.
“A pencil, do you think I should use a pencil for my homework? I don’t have any.” she said.
The glass doors were about to open right at my stop. Except this time, I wasn’t hurrying to get off. I was fumbling through my black purse. I knew I had thrown a few in my bag at work once. I’m not sure why, I never use them. I’m a journalist I use pens. I just had them in there waiting to be taken out.
Finally, I laid a hand on one.
I handed it to her as I stepped out the glass doors.
“Yes, use a pencil. Incase you make any mistakes,” I said.
I heard a muffled thank you as the train whizzed away.
The next train would be 20 more minutes. I had nothing to do but wait. A middle-aged woman was standing in front of me equally perturbed. I can see why. Okay, she told me. …several times. She had to go home and study. She was carrying several armloads of books and notepads.
“Big test tomorrow?” I asked.
“No, just lots of work. Lots and lots of work. I had two classes today, two tomorrow three the next day and two on Friday,” She said.
She was very anxious to talk about her work, and her hernia. So, I let her. I thought, it will pass the time.
Little did I know. ….
45 minutes later this woman had officially talked her way through a 20-minute period on the platform and 7 stops on the two train.
Jesus, I thought.
She might keep talking to Kentucky if you let her. But I shouldn’t be silly.
The 2 train doesn’t go to Kentucky.
I should give her credit though. She was excited. She was in school. She was doing something she was proud of. She was accomplishing something. Something I had done a year ago. Something I used to feel wasn’t that big of a deal, but now feel differently about. Graduating IS a big deal. Getting a degree IS a big deal. Education IS important. And here I was with a woman that had spent 45 minutes telling me EVERY detail about EVERY class and EVERY assignment. Do not kid yourself. She got out her syllabus. She got out her books. She showed me her notes. She showed me her schedule.
Then I realized, why she was gushing. This was her first day. Her first day of college. And she just couldn’t stand it. She wanted to tell someone. She wanted to tell someone every detail. And that lucky someone was me.
I let her. Sure, I had plenty to read on the way home. My eyes were tired I could have slept. I had my cell phone. I could have listened to music, but instead I listened to her, an entire 2-train ride. So much so, if she missed class tomorrow I could have filled in for her.
I looked over her Spanish work. Told her the difference between Spanish 101 and 102. She showed me her sociology book and as soon as I saw the shrink wrap, I said “take it back.”
“Take it back,” I said. “You have got to buy your books used. How much did you pay for that?”
She took me seriously and said she would return it tomorrow. We went over her work schedule program and just about everything else. Before long I was nearing my stop. I could tell she wanted to ask me one last question.
“Do you think I should use a pencil?” She asked.
“A what?” I asked.
“A pencil, do you think I should use a pencil for my homework? I don’t have any.” she said.
The glass doors were about to open right at my stop. Except this time, I wasn’t hurrying to get off. I was fumbling through my black purse. I knew I had thrown a few in my bag at work once. I’m not sure why, I never use them. I’m a journalist I use pens. I just had them in there waiting to be taken out.
Finally, I laid a hand on one.
I handed it to her as I stepped out the glass doors.
“Yes, use a pencil. Incase you make any mistakes,” I said.
I heard a muffled thank you as the train whizzed away.
a lousy attempt
I am going to try to explain why I haven’t written in this blog for a little too long.
a. I forgot how to write.
b. I write too much during the day.
c. I think no one cares
d. I am afraid of making mistakes
e. I am tired
f. All of the above.
Read the following except from my non-existent blog to determine some type of answer that might resemble one that is next to a letter above.
“No really, it's unfair to the people (both of you) that I don’t write in here anymore.
Mom, Dad, I am just really busy. (Damn, did I include that as a multiple-choice answer? It should have been one.)
Okay, I am tired. There I said it. I am young and I am tired. Sometimes I feel like I write too much during the day, but then I realize I haven’t written anything ALL day. I have been just reading ALL day. So then I always feel I forgot how to write. I don’t really know if I forgot how to write, I just don’t want people to read this and think I am an idiot (someone muffled “too late” I know I heard it.) I am afraid of making mistakes.
You probably aren’t reading anymore because you don’t care.
a. I forgot how to write.
b. I write too much during the day.
c. I think no one cares
d. I am afraid of making mistakes
e. I am tired
f. All of the above.
Read the following except from my non-existent blog to determine some type of answer that might resemble one that is next to a letter above.
“No really, it's unfair to the people (both of you) that I don’t write in here anymore.
Mom, Dad, I am just really busy. (Damn, did I include that as a multiple-choice answer? It should have been one.)
Okay, I am tired. There I said it. I am young and I am tired. Sometimes I feel like I write too much during the day, but then I realize I haven’t written anything ALL day. I have been just reading ALL day. So then I always feel I forgot how to write. I don’t really know if I forgot how to write, I just don’t want people to read this and think I am an idiot (someone muffled “too late” I know I heard it.) I am afraid of making mistakes.
You probably aren’t reading anymore because you don’t care.
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