First off, let me clarify the "giving up meat" joke in Wednesday's post: I've been a vegan for the past five years. I sometimes assume people know these things.

I just got back from DeKalb: The Mediocre, Liquored-Up Gateway to Northern Illinois. Damn, do I not want to go to NIU. My twenty-minute audition with the tuba/euphonium professor was dull enough. I can't imagine sitting through four years of that.

He seemed scared of me. It was as if he were the one auditioning. He seemed way too eager to ingraciate me. And he was nervous and had a puffy old man face. I'm sure he's well educated and all, but he didn't come off as having much confidence in his abilities. The prof. from U of I, on the other hand, was not only tons of fun, but he worked with me and gave me specific examples of the sort of teaching techniques he uses. I spent and HOUR in his office. But the guy from NIU just seemed like he didn't know what to do with me.

However, driving up there alone afforded me an opportunty to explore, which I'm always fond of. I tried my damnedest to eat at some sort of ethnic restaraunt whilst in DeKalb, but both the (single) Indian resaurant and the (single) Thai restaurant were closed. So I made my way back home by driving roughly South-East-ish and I wound up in St. Charles. I cashed in some of my Borders gift certificates for a Charles Mingus CD and a vegan cookbook (for my upcoming birthday feast). I'm so awesome. Then I went to Trader Joe's (for the first time) and loaded up with organic goodies. I expected to spend my life savings, but it wound up only being $47.85. God bless you, Trader Joe's, and your reasonably priced health foods.

Sectionals tomorrow. It could be my last speech meet. I'm a little forclempt.

posted at 1:52 PM by Alison

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