November 18, 2011 § Leave a comment
I’m not going to say I was the busiest human being on the planet yesterday–that’d probably be Penn State’s PR department–but I will say it was pretty hectic. Turns out, the busy day had some positive outcomes.
Try to keep up.
Prospect Park, Brooklyn (home) –> Midtown, Manhattan
I had a job interview for a marketing position with a software firm, so I spent the morning figuring out what the heck a thing called “Product Life-cycle Management” was. Then, I showered, suited-up, and departed for the subway. It was raining and I had no umbrella. Great.
I rode the train dismissively. I approached the interview like Morgan Freeman’s character, Red, at the end of The Shawshank Redemption. When asked by the parole board if he should be released from prison, the oft rejected Red answers, in part, “I don’t give a shit.” It is at that point, Red is finally released. The moral seems to be that you will finally get what you want when you stop caring about it. I am getting to that point in my job hunt.
It was, however, hard for me to remain uncaring when I later learned the job would pay me to Facebook, Tweet, and Blog all day. I think the interview went fine, but who knows? Good thing I don’t care, right Red?
Off to lunch.
Midtown, Manhattan–> Financial District, Manhattan
My fiancee’ works on the Southern tip of Manhattan, so we decided to meet up for lunch. Yes, it was still raining. Great.
We sat down at a bustling Cuban restaurant called “Sophies” and ordered (1) Ox Tail Stew, (2) a beef patty, and (3) the “Pernil with a Twist” (A sanwich with roast pork, mayo, onions, sweet plantains, and a spicy-ish green sauce called “Adji“). If you’ve ever had a “Gobbler”–a Thanksgiving leftover sandwich–the Pernil is the Cuban version and it’s awesome.² Give it a try if you’re in the financial district of Manhattan. The rest of the food was good and bountiful, but this sandwich was a unique experience.
We talked about the day to come and our weekend plans. We determined, as we always do and fail to do, that we would relax this weekend. I give us til about 2pm on Saturday before we crumble and go exploring.
The plates were cleaned and we soon parted ways. She went back to work and I had to go turn some forms in for my tutoring duties. Yes, it was still raining. I was worried my wet suit would start to unravel and I would take on the appearance of Principal Rooney (Jefferey Jones) in the conclusion of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.
Off to the Library.
Financial District, Manhattan–>Brooklyn Public Library
I had two tutoring sessions later that night and I was running late. The train was an express and skipped my stop. I corrected myself by taking the local back.
I decided a few days ago that my students needed to enjoy reading before they could analyze, summarize, or even, in some circumstances, comprehend what they were reading. So, based on our nearly two weeks of discussions, I tried to figure out what books they would like and would also be somewhat educational.
Ramond, as discussed in a previous post, has trouble with even simple English due, in part, to the lack of spoken English in his house. I needed to pick something that would be simple, yet not condescending. He said he liked scary, so I wanted to get R.L. Stein’s Goosebumps. That, to my, well, horror, was not available –how could there be no Goosebumps? I decided on an Encyclopedia Brown and Coraline. One a mystery and the other a spooky adventure.
Next was Kurt, a warm teenager of Caribbean descent with dreams of the NFL, said he liked scary stuff (he told me his favorite scary movie was Insidious. I tried to hide how impressed I was with his selection). I thought, given his age and imagination, Kurt would like a favorite of my teenage age: The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury.
I could not decide what a girl would like. I left with nothing for Marta, a smart, energetic Art-teacher wannabe. Every time I tried to make a selection I was confronted with the thought of her giggling and going “that’s lame, Mark.” It appears teenage girls still frighten me, even in my late 20’s. She got nothing.
I raced out of the Brooklyn Public Library with my stack of books (including a few for myself).
You know how movie thrillers based in New York always depict it as rainy? Well, they’re accurate. It was still raining.
Brooklyn Public Library–>Prospect Park, Brooklyn
I stepped out of the subway station near my apartment. It was 4:14pm. My lesson with Ramond started at 4:30.
I quickly changed out of my wet-dog smelling suit and into my casual wear. Then I ran to my car, panicked for about forty-five seconds about how I have only received one query for the sale of said car, and sped off toward Kensington.
Prospect Park, Brooklyn–>Kensington, Brooklyn
I arrived late for my session with Ramond–I had already been running late and parking sucked..because its New York. The two hour lesson with Ramond entailed nothing but reading out loud from his new Encylopedia Brown book. I would stop him occasionally, correcting his pronunciation of words and asking him if he knew what a certain word meant. Yes, he was still having trouble with the word “possible”. In 90 minutes, he read eleven pages.
At the end of the lesson, his mother and his brother and sister came into the room and I told everyone how important reading was. I told Ramond he needed to read a passage from his Encyclopedia Brown book to his brother, sister, and mom every night before bed. I left, somewhat pessimistic about my request being honored.
I need to learn Spanish.
Kensington, Brooklyn–>Dumbo, Brooklyn
No, you are not seeing things. The area I went to next is called Dumbo. It’s located on the Northern tip of Brooklyn, right next to the Brooklyn Bridge.
I fought 7pm rush hour (only in LA and NYC) over the BQE (Brooklyn-Queens Expressway) to pick up a Craigslist purchase–bar prep books. As depressing and embarrassing as it is to admit, I failed my recent attempt at passing the New York Bar. I missed passing by a gut-wrenchingly narrow margin.
On the positive side, I had received an email earlier that day informing me that I would be receiving a $1000 refund check from my previous bar prep provider. Underemployed and overloaded with student loan debt, $1000 is nothing to sneeze at. Although, as I told my brother over the phone as he guided me to my destination, getting excited about a refund for not passing the bar–an agonizing 2-3 month study period–is like bragging about getting reimbursed for a botched root canal.
I quickly handed over the money for some new (more effective) study books ($60<$1000) and continued on to my next tutoring session with Kurt.
Dumbo, Brooklyn–>East Flatbush, Brooklyn
Apparently, Brooklyn has two 52nd streets. I ended up on the west side of Brooklyn when I wanted to go east. Needless to say, I was a little late for my session. Kurt and I worked on a little Algebra, but when I showed him the book I brought him there was no use discussing anything else. To my shock, he started reading the introduction to the Illustrated Man immediately.
As a teacher, to watch a kid that has trouble sitting still for more than a minute silently read a novel was very gratifying. Was I going to say “you need to read this on your own time?” Hell no. Read away, my young padawon. Right then, my not passing the bar seemed so secondary and inconsequential (I hope his mom doesn’t think I’m encouraging him to get a tattoo).
Kurt’s mom asked if I could leave a little early (9:30pm)–she was tired. It had been a long day, so I said “fine by me.” Before I left, I told Kurt to text me after he had read the first part of the book, a story called “The Veldt,” about two kids that experiment with a virtual reality room that allows them to reproduce any reality they can imagine…with creepy consequences.
East Flatbush, Brooklyn–> Prospect Park, Brooklyn (home)
I got home to find that my fiancee’ had cooked an awesome tofu dish for me. I watched the newest episode of American Horror Story, groggily read a little of Joe Hills’³ Heart Shaped Box, then crashed.
The busy day was over…or was it?
Epilogue: Appleton, Wisconsin–>Prospect Park, Brooklyn
Remember when I said I treated that job interview like the apothetic Red from Shawshank Redemption? Well, the next morning I got a call from the Software firm’s head of marketing. Guess what? They offered me a job.³
Also interesting, the woman I spoke with telecommutes from Appleton, Wisconsin, of all places. She liked how I had attended UW-Madison (Go Badgers!), but also that the last line of resume’ says “Lived through eighteen Minnesota winters.” She said, “anyone that can live through that can handle anything.” We both laughed.
We really do live in a small world. After talking to this woman, I felt like I really was living in a little town called Brooklyn, Minnesota.
Lesson 1: If you’re beaten down and depressed about not getting something you want, tell yourself “I don’t give a shit.” Something good will happen.
Lesson 2: Always remember how small the world actually is.
Lesson 3: Eat more Cuban food.
¹If you’re ever in Martha’s Vineyard, go to Humphrey’s Bakery and order the Turkey Gobbler. You will have no regrets.
²Stephen King’s son.
³Note: I heard about this job on Craigslist and I wasn’t even going to interview for it until my brother told me to stop being lazy. Major thanks to my brother.