Bistec-en Identity

I received a text from Miguel's sister:

Marlene: I left my lunch bag in the fridge at school! If it's there tomorrow please eat it!
Me: Yes! What is it?
Marelene: Bistec encebollado. With tortillas and beans. In a gray lunch bag.

That was Wednesday night. I had class Thursday morning. I tried to get to school before they cleaned out the refrigerator. Success! I found it. I ate it.

When I get to their house on Saturday, Marlene is watching TV with her parents.
"Here's your tupperware."
"That's not mine."
"Yeah, from the lunch you left at school."
"Mine was in a gray lunch bag. That's not mine"

By this time everyone was laughing pretty hard at me, including me. I ate someone else's lunch. What are the chances that someone that day had the exact same lunch including a package of tortillas?

So to the person whose lunch I stole:
I'm sorry. It was a mistake. And you should probably use less salt.

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First Day of...

...school.  Three three-hour classes on Wednesdays.  Psychodynamic Theory, Working with LGBT Clients, and Adult Psychopathology.  Hundreds of pages of reading each week.  Life will be different.  I will now have something to actually work on when I go sit at the cafe with a very productive someone on the weekends.

...sidewalk dining.  Sultan's Market.  Chicken Shawarma.  In the company of Maryann.  Welcome Spring.

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I got my acceptance letter from Columbia University.  Reading the information for new students led me to a series of daydreams in which I lived in NYC.  I love last minute escape plans.

But, I solidified an internship here in Chicago.  I interviewed on Friday and they offered me a position.  It wasn't my first choice, but they have a good year long training program AND the building is attached to a Whole Foods.  Lunch.  I will need to increase my lunch budget.  So, Chicago is home for at least another year.

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Back to School

One of my absolutely-not's when moving to Taiwan was "I am not getting a scooter.  People die on scooters".  I bought a scooter my first week and it became one of my favorite things about living in Taiwan.

I am making a shift in the coming weeks from productive, working member of society to full-time student, and am currently searching for an internship.  I recently got a pretty surprising rejection.  Surprising because I felt so good about the interview.  Everything flowed.  I felt like I represented myself and my skills really well, and most importantly, I felt like they bought it.  However I was not selected.  I have two other possibilities.  One has been crossed  off of my list because the interview was terribly awkward.  I have one more interview tomorrow.  If this one doesn't work out, it is back to the agency database.

I have some absolutely-not's in regards to my internship.  Some things I absolutely do not want to do.  But maybe I will end up settling for one of these positions and find it to be one of my favorite parts of returning to school - a memory as fond as my scooter, Green Peace.

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