Here‘s a syllabus I made!
It’s so nice and shiny. You should enroll in my class!
Today I turn this:
visited 34 states (68%)
Into this:
visited 35 states (70%)
Create your own visited map of The United States
There’s an episode of How I Met Your Mother where one of the characters talks about how groups of women always look hotter than each individual woman. They called it the “Cheerleader Effect.”
In high school, my group of friends was huge. As a result, we would go out and do things almost every day. There was always something going on and always enough people so that any event would be well attended… and awesome. It was one of the best times of my life.
I think about that time still to try to understand what happened and why it fell apart. First, of course, time changed our circumstances. Pam & Miguel went to Albuquerque, Fernie joined the Navy, and so on. Second, people’s priorities changed: motherhood, getting into careers, etc. Third, there was some intra and inter-group relationship drama.
But mostly, I just don’t think most individual pairs of people in the group had that strong of relationships. The relationships were strong in the abstract, but when the group as a whole began to dissolve, many of the constitutive relationships also fell apart.
This didn’t just happen with my high school group (indeed, most of those relationships have been the most resilient to time), it also happened to my friends at Turnbull Hall in IUP, the gaggle of friends I made in Australia, and the TRUpers from my time at the student newspaper. I still hold special places in my heart for dozens of people I met in each of those places— and still talk regularly with a few— but my relationship with the rest of the assorted group is more of a casual acquaintanceship with memories of better times. I wouldn’t feel comfortable asking to stay at their house, for instance.
So yeah. I don’t really have a point. I’ve just been thinking about this recently.
It turns out I’m… 26 now.
I think 25 was nice. I did cool things and hung out with cool people, though never enough of either. It was actually a fairly okay year, though it seems uneventful in retrospect. Probably because there weren’t super huge highs or huge lows. I think I prefer the much more eventful years… I’ll regret saying that some day.
I’m looking forward to the festivities tonight. Mexican food! Great friends! Margaritas! Alcoholic Smoothies! Hurray!
This time last year: ¡¡oo!
I swear to god, I thought I’d written this down before…
In reference to the last episode and taken from this website and this other one:
- Shotgun must be said audibly to all present or the person’s hand must be on the door handle
- Window is a separate option that must also be called independently. All other rules for Window are the same as those for Shotgun.
- The car must be visible, you must be outside or in the parking structure, and the ride must be imminent. Early calls are strictly prohibited. (Often this rule is split up into several other rules.)
- Shotgun may not be called for anybody else.
- Shotgun only applies among equals who are of more or less the same age, gender, and status. Also, the seat must be vacant when called. In cases where Shotgun is not available (for instance if the person with directions, an elder, or a disabled person needs the seat), anyone who called Shotgun automatically loses their bid.
- In case of a tie, Rock, Paper, Scissors, Australian Thumb to the Head or Mad Dash to the Car rules may be instituted in lieu of the driver’s tie-breaking decision. This is the driver’s choice and one must familiarize oneself with the local rules before playing Shotgun.
- The order for automatic Shotgun is as follows: owner of the car, disabled person, elderly person, person who knows the directions, spouse/partner of the driver, all other claimants.
Shotgun is awarded to the quickest thinker for a reason: he must serve as navigator, radio controller, and cop watcher. Theoretically, being the first to call Shotgun better allows for this. Failure to abide by these rules or duties may result in the person with Shotgun being forced to ride Bitch.
- Sancha sits with her Sancho, obvs. I think gfs/bfs count as partners. bffs have to fend for themselves. For fwbs, it ...
- you mentioned spouse/partner in article seven, but do not mention gf/bf, or bff, or fwb, or awd...also, where does sancha ...