Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Somos el Dream Police. Somos la policer de los sueños.

My parents came to see me in Greece.  I only had one day with them, so I showed them the ruins.  I felt weird doing all of the tourist stuff, but justified it because I was with my parents.

Then I decided to go to Greece again, with the same university program I'd gone with like six years ago.  I was at a meeting with my archaeology professor.  It was in a concrete canal.  Some of my friends were going and I decided I'd just go, practice my Greek.  I went to the informational meeting. As I was walking towards the structure, I realized I was ineligible to go as I'd already graduated from college.  Thinking there might be a position open for me as a planner or student manager, I attended anyway.

Doctor Cosmop was talking about two different kinds of Hangul (the Korean language).  There was Hangul and Haengul, which I was very excited to hear about.

I shouted out to my friends that since they were losers and hadn't graduated yet, they could go to Greece, but I couldn't, no longer being a loser.

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