For some reason, I never ended up posting this, so here it is now! In all kinds of weird tenses because I wrote it…last April. As in 2013. I’m cool.
At the end of Endocrine, our school held a bowl-a-thon to raise money for the Talia Seidman Foundation, which helps kids who can’t go to school due to medical conditions by giving them ways to still participate in their education/still have the social experience as well. There was a prize for the best team costume, and since we finalized our “team” the other day (Monday), we brainstormed some ideas.
F: We’re dressing up as emo kids for this bowling thing we’re doing on Thursday. It’s gonna be wonderful. D:
Other ideas included 80’s-themed since Adam has enough of that to clothe us all, or just whatever sport we used to do…but Mike used to wrestle and didn’t want to spring that on people (“I would do that in a city where I knew I’d never see these people again. But I’m going to have to see everyone the next day, and I don’t think this town is ready for that yet.”)
Adam is a cyclist, so his clothing would be very much the same.
I’d basically have a choice between a leotard (I didn’t bring any of mine here because, let’s face it, what reason would there have been to bring it?) or uh, pole dance clothing, so how about no.
So we decided to be emo kids. (Mike’s idea.)
As it turned out, however, Mike decided to ditch our team to join another one. To be fair, he did call to ask if we’d mind, since the other team needed a 4th person to be considered a team, but we had a lot of fun giving them crap/trash-talking them when we got there.
M: Hey! I like the look!
F: Whatever, traitor.
M: But you said it’d be okay.
S: Hey, Judas. Was your team’s costume theme to dress up like douchebags?
It was highly amusing since our entire team consists of HBLers, which meant that a number of the people there basically never see us. There were definitely several people who gave us double/triple-takes. (I think they thought we dressed/acted like this on a regular basis.)
I wanted to document the fact that I managed to bowl a strike (two, actually, but one piece of pictorial evidence is enough) and the machine didn’t shut down on me. (True facts. The only other time I ever bowled a strike was in 2008, where the machine promptly decided that all was not right in the world and spontaneously murdered itself, thus taking with it the only evidence that proved that I was capable of bowling a strike.)
But you know what? None of that matters. We won the costume contest and got $50 to go stuff our faces with sushi (or whatever we wanted to order there). :D Mike’s team won for highest overall score (their team won bowling pins, so I’m pretty happy that we were rewarded more for creativity than for actual skill, haha).
Victory is sweet.
Apparently, I never wrote about this even though it happened well before International Festival or Follies this year. D: Oops.
Each year, the Emergency Medicine club hosts a male pageant where 4 1st-year and 4 2nd-year contests compete to win the coveted title of Mr. WVSOM. There’s a group dance, an interview segment, as well as a talent portion. I get roped into everything the EM club does because all the officers are my closest friends, and I also volunteer to help with pretty much everything, so in this case, I was recruited (along with Monika, Elise and Lynnlee) to choreograph their group dance. Let’s be real though–aside from hula/Tahitian/salsa, I really cannot dance, so my role was mostly as the measure of whether or not they’d be able to learn it (aka if I couldn’t learn it, they probably couldn’t either), keeping their attention from wandering and teaching them steps.
We held practices with them and with a lot of effort from the four of us, managed to corral them into learning the entire dance, complete with personal touches from each of them. They were a hilarious and rowdy bunch, super fun to work with and all of us miss their crazy antics, so once the video comes out, we’re planning to all watch it together (while pigging out on food). :D
So what does this all have to do with banana chips, you ask? Everything!
-1 golden delicious apple, sliced into thin pieces
1) Slice apples into thin pieces and assemble them evenly onto the dehydrator tray.
2) Plug in the dehydrator and let it do its thing for ~3.5 hours!
Wayyyy back in the day (last year), I did a treat swap to send baked goods to organizations all over town, troops overseas, and throughout our school community.
…and this is entirely unrelated, but they’re currently giving out free TrackRs that you can attach to commonly misplaced items (e.g. keys, wallet, etc.)! As long as you haven’t lost your phone too, you can use the iPhone or Android app to find it again! :]
I am officially done with all performance-related events for the year and can retire to my study hibernation! :O We managed to raise $3k for the club and for the Family Refuge Center! :] The Follies Bake Sale went really well too (the red velvet s’mores bars I made got cleaned out! :O )
Last year’s Follies!
International Festival 2014
We managed to raise even more than last year’s international festival! $5000 from the auctions alone! Auctioning off one of our male professors for board review sessions sparked an all-out war between two groups of girls (he has many female admirers). He went for $800. Twas an awesome idea and I’m super happy for the club. :D
We also auctioned off a dinner with one of our really attractive female professors, but since guys are hella cheap, that went for $150. $5k pays for 1/2 the amount of medications and supplies that we’d like to bring with us on the trip, so if anyone has anything they can spare…
(Every bit helps!)
For the occasion, I made three different dishes to represent 3 different countries (from right to left).
- Thailand (Pineapple Fried Rice)
- Taiwan (Dan Dan Mian [擔擔麵])
- Japan (Onigiri/Omusubi)
They were all rather well-received and I ran out of food pretty quickly, although not quickly enough to be able to sample all the food from everyone else (sigh!).
(The tutorial for the belts can be found here!)
I’m waiting on the pictures taken by the photographer so I can add to my stash of “pictures where I’m not eating.” (That’s mainly all she has of me.)