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Murder Mystery Dinner

What do classicists do to entertain themselves?  How about putting on elaborate classically themed murder mystery dinners?

When the invitations were given, each person was assigned the character of a Greek god.  We were all to dress as these gods and remain in character the entire evening.

Guests entered the Roman villa to a mystically foggy billiard room:

We were each given two cards, every card having the name of a suspect, murder instrument, and location. The game was played similarly to Clue, in that we had to guess based on deduction. We could form pacts, sneak peeks at others cards, or resort to outright tackling (as happened to me). Smaller games were played for extra cards, and every person had a special word which, when uttered by any other, would merit a peek at one of that person’s cards. And of course, dinner was served.

It was, in all, a wonderfully nerdy and fun evening. Check here for the full album, but you can find a few pictures below.

Commencement

Well, that day is now over.

In true Jeff style, it began with me getting up early to work on something I had months to prepare.  Of course, I was exhausted, since I went to bed at 2 a.m. working on it as much as possible.  Around 9:30, I had finally finished something I felt was fluid and coherent enough to be read in front of thousands of people, so I then went on to print it out.

Except my printer is out of ink.  This hasn’t really been a problem for me, since I’m always on campus and there’s free wireless printing there.  Unfortunately, I wasn’t on campus.  I asked my roommate if I could print something on his computer, but, of course, his printer was out of ink as well.  No problem, I’ll just make an extra trip to campus.  Luckily, I checked the hours, and due to the commencement ceremonies and the fact that there is no class in session, all of the computer labs were closed.  Well, there’s always Kinko’s.

After a perusal of the Farmer’s Market, per my father’s insistence, we stopped by Kinko’s to print out three pages of commencement speech.  Little did I know, but in order to do so, it meant two minutes of using a computer at $0.20/min and three sheets printed at $0.49/sheet.  Avoid Kinko’s for your printing needs.

With my speech in hand, it was just a matter of waiting to go.  At 12:30, my parents picked up David, Caitlin, and me in order to head to the university.  Looking snazzy, we wandered over to the Pavilion, where I promptly gained entrance and the family was forced to enter with the rest of the plebs.

I found the stage party room, where I promptly ate food and relaxed.  I kept on checking for the family in the reserved seating area, but they didn’t appear until 40 minutes later.  So I wandered around, finding friends, eating more food, etc.  When they finally got inside, I went and visited them, getting loaded with leis and stealing chilled water for them.

Then it was time for the pictures.  The stage party had several pictures as a group, then all the students got pictures with the chancellor and the dean of his or her college.  I found it amusing that when these pictures were being taken, the chancellor turned to me and introduced himself saying, “I’m Larry Vanderhoef.”  I introduced myself, but I couldn’t help wondering what kind of student it would take to make it to commencement and not know who the chancellor is.  Not to mention, I was a panelist at his retreat in the fall, but to his credit, we never officially met there.

After a little bit of waiting, we were finally informed that the graduates were filing in, meaning we got to slip backstage and were the last to walk to our seats.  It was a time for standing around and talking to the chancellor, which I did with a moderate awkwardness.

Once seated, the ceremony began.  It was the usual college commencement, this ceremony having around 900 graduates. The entire ceremony can be viewed here, if you have the time and patience.  The speech I gave can be read here.

Once that was all done, we filed off the stage, went back to the stage party room, then proceeded to take more pictures, this time with family.  Click, click, click, then we were out in the hot Davis summer weather.

In all, it was an exhausting day, probably the main reason for this post being several days after the day of these events.  Actually, I still need some recovery.

Commencement Speech

Good afternoon Chancellor, deans, administration, staff, graduates, families, and friends.

When people think of UC Davis as an academic institution, they are quick to think of our highly respected medical and veterinary schools and our esteemed reputation for preparing undergraduates to excel in such prestigious fields. In fact, the only reason I applied here was because I could imagine a smart doctor or veterinarian bearing a degree from UC Davis. What people often overlook, however, is our university’s amazing ability to weed out the people who only think they want to be doctors.

If you enter UC Davis on a premed track, you will learn within your first few quarters whether or not you have the stamina, devotion, and passion that is needed to become a doctor. This is a passion that will carry you through the tough years of rigorous study and laboratory work so that you may eventually earn the respect and salary that comes with being a medical practitioner.

I do not have that passion.

It isn’t because the material is too hard or the stress unbearable. I failed the Chem 2 series solely because it did not interest me enough that I would be motivated to study.

It took me my first year of college to figure out that I wasn’t going to pursue the line of study I originally thought I would. When I first announced that I would major in English, not life sciences, my disappointed and well-intentioned father sent me an e-mail which consisted solely of a link to a CNN article titled, “Most lucrative college degrees.” It prominently featured a table of starting salaries according to major, and — as expected — “Liberal Arts majors” were listed dead last.

Understanding that my father, an Asian dentist, would want his son, not surprisingly also Asian, to receive a degree that would lead to a medical profession, I had no choice but to ignore my family’s helpful input on my life decisions.

Although amusing, that piece of economic truth about Liberal Arts majors didn’t prompt me to return to the sciences. It took me my freshman year to figure this out — college is not about following the steps you think will lead to your eventual happiness. College is about being happy now, enjoying the process in the everyday moments of the actual college experience itself. The goal will arrive, I will get “there,” but the happiness “there” is produced expressly through the happiness “here.”

When you first start your college education, you are automatically one person among thousands, one seat in an expansive lecture hall. But the truth is, all it takes is one visit to a professor’s office hours and you have a name, one conversation before class and you have a friend.

When you’re at your place in the world, take a look around. Who do you connect with? Which people do you associate with? In my four years at this institution, most of my education has been from people outside of the classroom. Advice from administrators and staff helped me argue loopholes in the system. A professor’s offhanded comment pointed me to a major and field I now adore. And conversations with a custodian have helped me figure out who I really am.

For me, college became an education in understanding my role in relationships. It is not enough to be part of something — you must understand what part it is you play. And if, for some reason, you are unhappy or dissatisfied with your role, strive to make it what you want to be.

While I no longer have plans to attend medical school, I would be happy earning a Ph.D. in the field of one of my majors. Naturally, my father insists on this, but I think that’s primarily because he’s still set on people calling me “doctor.”

As it’s now the time to leave this university, if you haven’t done so already, figure out what makes you happy. It may not be the path you expect, but if you truly enjoy something, it’s worth the effort to pursue it. The decisions made today result in the outcomes of tomorrow, so focus on enjoying the life now.

Soon after this ceremony comes a great diaspora, so it all comes down to this: in the past four years, you are the people who have made me happy. I thank you for that, and I hope each will enjoy the happiness that comes with the conclusion of years of hard work.

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The audio can be downloaded here.

Presents

So, I’ve been meaning to post this for a while, but I’ve been pretty busy.

In case you weren’t aware, I’m graduating from UC Davis on Saturday, getting a degree in English, Classical Literature & Languages, and Linguistics.  My birthday is also somewhat coming up, as it’s on August 18.

Anyway, there are a few reasons why people should be getting me presents.  If you feel that you are one of those people, I would suggest you look in this direction:

theneocube.com

If you don’t understand why this is amazing, you don’t know me well enough.

College?

I am officially done with my undergraduate education.  Now for the ceremony that go along with that.  Speaking of which, I really need to start editing and revising that speech.

But seriously, I’m done.

Human Strength

Today, I ripped three phone books in half.  Seriously, no joke.  Using only my hands.  And the last one only took me about 20 seconds.  I am so strong.

Greek in America

One of my pet peeves is when people use the Greek letter sigma (Σ) as an E.  Any time someone wants to be cool and is doing some design for a fraternity, it inevitably happens.  Check out this hip TV show:

Apparently, this week is Greek Week at UC Davis. To promote this, all the n3wbs have to wear shirts that say “GRΣΣK WΣΣK: Proud to be Greek, 7 Days a Week.” GRSSK WSSK? I don’t understand.

In contrast, it’s perfectly fine to use a wedge-shaped E, provided it’s related to a time when that’s how they actually made the letter:

People these days.

Saturdate 4(?)

So, Caitlin and I went to San Francisco this weekend.  It would definitely be a Saturdate, but we both forgot to bring a camera.  I think one of the defining characteristics of a Saturdate is the intentionally ironic MySpace pictures which I think most people don’t understand are ironic.  Thus, while there are no pictures, Caitlin and I definitely had a date, and it most definitely was on Saturday.

We got up moderately early on Saturday, made waffles, then headed downtown.  Being a n3wb, I made sure Caitlin showed me the proper and safe way of using public transit.  While I’m still mildly afraid of the people who use it, it sure beats walking.

After a light snack of free samples at the Farmer’s Market, we went to North Beach.  Passing through a Scientology protest — regular(?) people protesting the Scientologists, not the other way around —, we ended up in beat city, hanging with the likes of the ghosts of Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg.

Not feeling creepy enough, we went to Chinatown and found a Chinese bookstore Caitlin had been looking for.  It must have been weird for all the other patrons seeing a couple consisting of a white girl and a midly Asian boy, only the Asian was sitting on the ground, bored, and the white girl was fascinated by all the books.

Once we were booked out, we found the Fortune Cookie Factory, purchased some partially incoherent adult fortune cookies for her mom, then wandered through and out of Chinatown, making an obligatory stop at the Wok Shop.

We ate lunch somewhere unimportant and lonely.  Then we went shopping!

I dragged Caitlin through all the shops I wanted to see, including Diesel, Allen Edmonds, Forever 21, H&M, Nordstrom, Bloomingdales, etc. Caitlin went to chonisize herself at Victoria’s Secret, so after feeling a little creepy being inside, I collapsed in a chair outside the entrance.

Being rather sleepy, we headed home and collapsed shortly thereafter.  It was a few hours, but it seemed short.

While this was no longer Saturday, I think I should mention something interesting about Sunday’s events.

Celebrity Sighting!

While we were wandering to a bookstore, I noticed a man standing outside a club, holding a sign that said “Nader/Gonzales ‘08.”  It’s been hard to keep up with any politics outside of Obama/Hillary, so I hadn’t heard much about Nader’s latest escapades.  Then, as I noticed the sign holder was excited about something to my left, I turned my head to see a large black car with tinted windows double park outside the club.  A small entourage emerged, including one man who looked like Ralph Nader.  I’m not making any claims here, but I’m going to list all the clues here:

  • Nader/Gonzales ‘08 sign
  • Black car
  • Tinted windows
  • Double parked
  • Small entourage
  • Looks like Nader

I mentioned this to Caitlin, but she didn’t notice any of this.  It’s better this way, since now I have nobody to argue against me.

It was a fun and packed weekend.  I have a feeling that all of my weekends will be like this, at least until I graduate.

Commencement

What will you be doing June 14, 2008 around 2 p.m.?  I’ll be at my commencement, giving a freaking speech.

I’m soooo special.

Confessions

If I close my eyes and gently rub and squeeze my earlobes, it reminds me of mochi.

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