And the new-friending continues.

[teiresias]

jilocasin and I hung out with zeblith and his genetic other half last night, allowing me to recapture a tiny, pathetic scrap of that long-vanished undergraduate optimism and enthusiasm. Oh, and cherrysher, DUDE did we get robbed-- you should only see how nice the rooms are in their hall at the UW. All new, NICE furniture, carpeting, decent lighting, non-suicide-proof windows-- and that was in a double. The singles, I'm sure, would make me start weeping openly.

Tomorrow's the interview with Kaplan. I've decided to teach the interviewer the Cyrillic alphabet during the mock-teaching portion of it, because it's something I know and it's eminently logical and straightforward-- If I can learn it in fewer than four classes, anyone can. Still, I can't find it in me to be more than vaguely nervous about the whole affair-- as I mentioned to queueball recently, I think that standardized testing is a blight on the face of the American educational system, and being a part of the ridiculously overpriced industry that's grown up around it stirs within me a certain disquiet. Alas, they do pay well, and if nothing else, if I work for them I'll be helping some kids get into college, however minimally and bass-ackwardly. Everyone deserves a good education, even if his/her parents do have too much money, and if these hypothetical kids get me for a tutor, they'll work for every last scrap of their education. SLC taught me nothing if not how to be an academic hardass.

Что будет, будет.