Verging on the end of week two. I ran and started distributing my first set of reports and met a whole bunch more people who will be involved going forward.
For a commuter school, there's a lot happening on campus. There's a list of the day's activities on the website. So far, I've swabbed my cheek and applied to be on the bone marrow donor registry. I checked out the jewelry and knife/fork/spoon combos created by one of the metalworking classes. There's an art exhibit in the Visitor's Center and an art & textile exhibit in the communications building lobby.
There's a Chuck Norris fan club. The Asian American Association was selling nachos as a fundraiser. Almost every day some club or other is selling food. Saw a posting for a SLTS meeting; that could be fun depending on which vowel one inserted. (It's an acronym for Student Life and Transition Services). I wonder if the SLTS meet at the STUN? (Student Union).
Mike and I ate lunch together than checked out the racquetball courts, thinking we could go after work a couple of days a week. At lunchtime, there wasn't a soul playing. When we went back at 5:00 pm, every court was booked 4-7:00 pm. Hoping once the new athletic center opens, the demand will shift to the new courts.
The outdoor tennis courts might be a less occupied alternative now that it's starting to heat up.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
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If you play tennis and enjoy it, I'd strongly discourage taking up racquetball. Nothing will screw up your tennis game faster. When I played varsity doubles in high school, we were forbidden to play racquetball. Besides, racquetball courts are smelly and dank. Tennis is sunny and fresh. Just my two cents, FWIW.
Sounds like you're enjoying the new job and it's perks! Woo hoo!!
Huh. I hadn't heard that before.
Not that my tennis game would be much to screw up. I did pick stuff up pretty quickly and improved when I played regularly. But I still got the pants beaten off me by a 90-year-old guy.
And it is nice to be part of University life--without the final exams, of course.
Heh heh... 90-year-old guy beat the pants off you, makes me LOL. Not least because a 98-year-old guy would probably kick my ass at tennis, and also cuz you said 'pants.'
Right. I'm a dork.
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