As I type this my arms are covered in green marker (I intend on suing Crayola for false advertising…) it is 2am, and my hair is gone. Now that I’ve captivated your interest….
On Thursday night, Frank Warren came to Fairfield to talk about his website Postsecret. People from all over the world send him postcards (or sometimes they’re not postcards, people put his address on anything from a banana to a bag of coffee ) with their secrets on them. At the end, some people went up to microphones and shared secrets. Some of them were funny, some of them were sad, and some almost spine chilling. His book was for sale afterward (there were different ones to choose from, I got the biggest one) and I got in line and he signed it.
Saturday was my first day of German school since December. They were leaning vocabulary that has to do with illness, medicine, etc. The word for “diarrhea” (“durchfall”, or literally “through-fall”) was included, so naturally this exacerbated the already burdensome problem of moving the class along. One girl in the class is particularly interested in causing trouble, and as she walked in, she asked me: “Are you a boy or a girl?” so I said: “I am a young man”. “No you’re not, you’re older than my dad!!!” I’ve seen her dad, so unless the Swiss age very quickly (I can tell he’s Swiss because even fluent German speakers can’t understand him), I’m fairly certain that I am much younger than him. I won’t be able to get to German school this weekend due to a retreat for my hall, and the school doesn’t meet the week after for conferences. But the week after that, I will be teaching the class by myself. I can’t wait to send the kids into the hall for causing trouble. I also may reintroduce assigned seats.
Saturday night, there was a charity event to support children with cancer. So I and about 15-20 others had our heads shaved (I never know whether to use the singular (“we shaved our head collectively, because we are all conjoined”) or the plural (“We all have three heads, each of which were shaved”)), the point being that we “stand in solidarity” with those with cancer. Only 3 girls had their hair cut (cropped short), and a professor who had grown his hair for 4 years had his cut as well. People keep telling me “Hey nice haircut”, so who knows, maybe I’ll just shave my head every once and a while.
During the superbowl, a friend of mine took part in a challenge issued by Jimmy Kimmel. This challenge was to wait until a key moment during the superbowl and turn off the TV, preferably in a room full of people. Sadly, the video didn’t make it onto the show, despite the fact that it had the most views out of all of them. You can see it here.
Today someone helped me out with a photo project for my art class, in which the theme was transforming the subject. Here are a few of them:
[Edit: Here‘s my picture in the Fairfield Mirror]