I've really let this go. I'm drifting faster and farther away from my Appalachian discourse and the goals it established. Recording days seems again trivial if not trite.
I've forgotten most of what has gone un-journaled. I left off last before helping Sam move with Steve. That was a long day. The first half of which is composed of Jrek's breakfast, moving stuff from a storage unit to an 18 wheeler with a creepy old guy, and 30 guilty dollars each on top of free pizza. I can't recall how we ended up near Syracuse later, but we did so without hitting home. From there we went to Aurora to see Mel, who was, as she said she would be, in class. Molly entertained us by taking us to the only place on campus one can smoke. Strange people collect in this area. I imagine this was punishment for forcing awkward onto her.
The excitement of this venture rests significantly in the lack of electronic navigation. We got there and back with a road map: how '90s!
Visiting Rose at Letchwood State park (again) for her last XC race ever was another long day. For the entire length of our travels, mom drove and I rode. After the race, we took rose back to Oswego so she could avoid the time consuming and unrewarding awards ceremony. We ate at a Cracker Barrel. Turns out they don't have many meatless options. An expensive grilled cheese tastes better than a cheap one.
Also while traveling the coast of lake Ontario, we stopped at the University of Rochester for a self-guided drive through tour -- not because Rose or I wanted this. We found a few dead ends before the campus and then viewed it for less than five minutes.
In news not particularly tied to expression in discrete units of day, Max, Steve, and I are attempting to make a habit of using the Canastota weight room. Today will be the third day of this. I am sore.
In addition to pumping iron, the board game Settlers of Catan is making impressions. I think Max and Steve have played the game for at least four nights in a row. Andrew and Max were winners last night. We payed too far into the night at the kitchen table.
The bomb in settling Catan is inversely related to
After turning in yet more paperwork, I am officially on the substitute teacher roster. I missed a mid-morning call to sub tomorrow, but should be set to take Mr. Dwyers place Monday.
Currently I am applying to Washington, Indiana, Minnesota, Colorado, Rochester, and Buffalo. I've all the recommendation requests assigned for each school but Buffalo.
I called Minnesota's neuroscience graduate department about conflicting or at least confusing recommendation do's and don'ts and baited the guy into talking about admissions. I absolutely need wet lab [research?] experience to be considered. So, I'll try to get into the lab where my mom has some pull. Go nepotism.
Last on my agenda is rugby. Kat is coming home to play a tournament this weekend in Cortland. I'm trying to jump in with the Syracuse Chargers for a game. The oldest US 7s tournament is the Sat after thanksgiving in NYC. I'd like to whore myself out for this one too.
