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Senior Thoughts

Go Bruins!

Tonight we went to the UCLA vs. Washington State basketball game. Although it may come as a surprise to several Sports Illustrated staff, we actually won this game with enough room to let the benchwarmers take a few shots. As a student season holder, I got to sing, cheer, yell, clap, and smile to what may have been my last UCLA basketball game as an undergraduate student. I even dare to say that there was something particularly special about the bacon-wrapped hot dog I had during half time.

If you’ve read enough of us you’d know that I’ve never claimed to have had an awesome undergraduate career. Tonight I saw this part of my life with new eyes. It may not have been great but it was mine. I’ve been made a Bruin, and I will die a Bruin. Maybe I didn’t get to change to the world yet, but perhaps this was my starting point. Tonight I felt young, even though I know I’m aging quickly. The Los Angeles Sports Arena may not be our actual home, but for some reason it sure felt like it.

Moving to a new city, going to a new school, I don’t think I’ve understood this well until now. It is the beginning of something exciting, of something I’ve been wanting for so long. But if I’m beginning something, that means I’m also ending something else, leaving it behind.

It went by so damn quickly.

Life goes on whether you want it or not. It doesn’t let you catch a breath or take a minute to rest. If I stop everything around me will go on and I will have to catch up to it. Maybe I’ve finally caught up with the situation at hand.

I’m a Bruin for life.

-Mrs. This One


I’m Going to Law School!

How else could I have titled this?

Ladies and gentlemen, I have received my first offer of admission! You are welcome to side with my wife and say “we already knew this was going to happen,” but I really didn’t. Though now I do.

Not only was I accepted to a school, but I got accepted to a school I would totally love to go to. Although I won’t be revealing the names of the schools until I have picked a school to attend, I can tell you that this school definitely stands for everything I stand for: public service. They are also a bit unconventional, and located at the heart of a beautiful city. Hint: if I were to go there, I would miss the candid California weather.

But we will have to wait to make a decision since we’re a pair, and once you’re part of a pair, a decision is always reached by the two parts of the pair. Well, only if you’re part of a good pair.

Mrs. This One


Alone at the Movies

I came here having something to say, but as soon as the screen loaded, puff! it went away. It doesn’t matter anyway.

We went to see “The Descendants” last night. From the previews, it didn’t seem like a great movie to me. But it made the number one movie in so many lists that it got me curious. I guess advertisement does work a great deal.

When we got there, we sat in the middle of an empty row. This is a small theater we love going to. They mostly play independent movies. I think at least one of the employees knows we’re regulars. I’ve always liked her. There’s this something something about her that makes me feel like we could be good friends. I should add this to the list of things I’ll never know.

An older lady sat next to me right before the movie started. The Mrs. asked if I wanted to move over, but I said I was fine. Unlike my gal, I don’t mind sitting next to someone in the theater, unless they are texting their heads off. This lady though, didn’t quite seem like a texter.

This is not the first time someone who is alone sits next to us at the movies. I always wish I had the courage to tell them that if they want to make a comment about the movie they can tell me, or if they see something odd in the story, they can look at me for confirmation.

I’m not trying to be weird. I have gone to the movies alone. I did it a lot when I first move to Los Angeles. I didn’t know anybody and my roommates were not very friendly. I hated going to the movies alone, so I must sound like a masochist for doing it regardless of my hatred for it. That’s sorta why I always wonder about the people who sit alone next to us. Did they just move into town? Did they have a fight with their loved one and needed to get away? Did they really have no one else? Are they loners?

This was a good movie though. Way better than I expected. It got me thinking a lot about the decisions I will have to make some time in March. I like those movies- the ones that leave me wondering what’s ahead.

-Mrs. This One


The Waiting Game

All my applications are officially in. I added two more schools last minute, trying to improve my chances.

The road ahead will be long. I don’t have another chance to repeat my test, and unless I really don’t get into any school, I don’t really want to. In fact, I really wish I don’t have to go through this process again until I’m looking for jobs as an attorney.

I applied to all sorts of schools. Some I’d really love to go to. Including my beloved DLS. But most of those that fall in this category ask for a way better score than I have.

Which brings me to the fact that I may have spoiled our chances to make sure we go to schools in the same area next year. Sucky, isn’t it? I’m also not hoping for scholarships anymore. I will simply wait and hope for the best in the next two months.

On the bright side (I didn’t think there was any either), I finally KNOW what I want to do with my life. I have something to look forward to. And the best part is that I’m super excited about it all, and the Mrs. supports me on it 100%. Now I want to reserve this information for another entry, but if you wanted a hint, I’m gonna be applying for public service scholarships in the next few days.

-Mrs. This One


A Bit Surreal

Does your life ever seem surreal? Like, you stop doing whatever you’re doing for just a moment just to ask yourself: “How did I get here?” This question never comes in a negative tone for me, but it happens more often than I’d like to. It actually happened just two minutes ago as I left the room where my wife and her cousin are playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3.

I don’t know know why this happens to me. I’ve come to think that it may have something to do with the fact that I’m so far away from the world I grew up in, that sometimes I feel like everything around me is just a dream. A good one, no doubt- but different nonetheless. Could it be possible that I actually miss my roots? And even if I did, what’s the point? There is nothing left of my childhood’s environment. It’s just me, my gal, and whatever is forward.

Okay- I need to go back before they notice I’ve been gone for too long.

-Mrs. This One


Bus Rides to Different Worlds

I don’t know how much you know about UCLA… other than the fact that our football team still sucks. Despite the fact that this isn’t our brightest hour (see: Education cuts in California), there are some things that still amaze me about this school.

UCLA is indeed a multicultural school. If you walk on campus on any given day, you will probably hear at least three different languages spoken- and after 10 steps in any direction, you may have probably crossed the paths of at least two students that come from a very different place than yours.

Sometimes, when my wife’s break from class and my lunch break from work coincide, and when I’m more than happy to give up my lunch readings to see her, I take the University Shuttle to campus and meet her at the cafeteria behind the law school. Since she only gets thirty minutes, we eat quickly, but I treasure every minute as if it were an hour. Once our meal is over I hurry back to the bus stop. And then I wait impatiently for the shuttle, as I alternate looking at my watch and the corner where the shuttle turns my way.

Once in the bus, a ride to different worlds begin. Last week’s in particular, there were three groups around me. I sat right next to the back exit, because unlike most of the people around me, my trip wasn’t as long. There were two girls sitting across from me. They were speaking Russian. I had heard my wife enough to know which language, but not enough to know what they were saying. They caught me staring, and I smiled shyly, wishing I could have asked where they came from and what classes they were taking.

The guys in front of me, three of them, were speaking French. They were talking about the beach, I knew that much- “Plage.” But their words were too quick for my slow brain, and I couldn’t ever catch more than a word or two- but never full sentences.

A couple behind me, speaking Japanese, seemed to be arguing about something. I didn’t catch anything they said because I have never had any contact with the language… Perhaps something I could correct in the future. Whatever it was, he talked more than she did. Before I knew it, my stop was sneaking upon me.

I stepped outside the bus and I thought of all these people I’ll never meet. I’ll never know their stories, or their classes- yet we were still sharing a ride, a space together, for about 15 minutes…

-MTO


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