Dec 19, 2012

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Sep 30, 2012

1. “Room for more?” I heard a voice behind me call. I turned around to jog my neck in the negative, and seeing the thin frame of my classmate in mid air, realized this was a statement rather than a question. He had leapt from the walkway and landed in my raft with an audible thud. The boat rolled deeply to one side and I almost whacked a passer-by...

“Write this down, it’s important.” Mr. Candi does not bother to gesture. The routine is now far too familiar to warrant such a scandalous waste of his scant reserves of energy. In a barely legible hand, you add another bullet point to what will soon become a sort of sacred text – the Funda Diary - to be solemnly handed down to the next person anointed...

I slam the door as I leave for the afternoon class and wonder whether that would wake him up. Then I realize that it doesn’t make much of a difference whether he is asleep or not because he is either shallowing in a dream or in an alternate reality where guys can pick up girls while wearing overalls. The sound of him leaving wakes me up. I...

Come on, admit it. You’ve all been there before – out walking down the 2.2 when that somewhat annoying wingie or that slightly creepy senior (the one with a pervy sneer) is on the other side and you’re dreading the prospect of having that forced two-second interaction as you cross; or perhaps you are a bit time-conscious at the moment...