Eating, decisions, and science projects


Smorgasbord.



James has been pretty good at feeding himself for some time. The problem isn't his technique so much as it is just getting him started.

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It's just after midnight on Wednesday night, Thursday morning. Tuesday evening, Hsuan and I decided we'd be sending William to our (remaining) first choice school. I signed the papers, cringing at the thought of paying 50% more per year in tuition than at the second choice school, but knowing I'd regret lost opportunities if we went with that second choice school. I comforted myself with the thought that the school that sent the rejection letter was still more expensive than the school we chose.

Hsuan dropped our acceptance form and registration fees off at the school Wednesday afternoon, where the head of school personally met her and another mother, leaving us all with the good feeling of having made the right choice.

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I visited the high school on Wednesday afternoon, where I spoke with the science department chairman and to a few of his students. Unfortunately, some of his kids broke their Geiger counter earlier in the day, so I couldn't help with that. I ended up spending a long time talking to a Korean or Korean-American junior about her project to sample the Los Angeles River chemistry at various points along the river. Unfortunately, we had no idea where the public could access the actual water of the river, despite searching via Google (and Google Maps).

Afterward, the chairman took me out to Glendale, where he treated me to dinner at a Mediterranean restaurant.

A wonderful experience all around.

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The food poisoning from earlier in the week turns out not to have been from the sake but rather from the cheese that Hsuan put on the steaks. I've got some serious doubts about her ability to detect spoiled dairy products. It might be related to her upbringing with Chinese food -- ever see cheese on a Chinese restaurant menu?

The diarrhea is gone, but I've been gassy for the past two days. Hard to suppress farts while riding in the science department chairman's minivan. Luckily, he smokes cigars like crazy (though not while I've been around), so I doubt he could smell anything.

Posted: Thu - March 22, 2007 at 12:48 AM          

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