Nick Hwang

in the restroom in the music building, an asian phd comp student with an english accent started talking to me and asked me whether or not i was a graduate student. he told me he was impressed.

that made my day.

almost.

i was sitting in broward dining, trying to figure out if i like London Panini or not when a tall, long brown-haired guy with size 4 plugs in his ears came up to me:

him: aren’t you nick?
me: what? (not quite sure he was talking to me, with panini in my mouth)
him: aren’t you nick?
me: yeah, that’s me (puzzled how he would know my name)
him: i was at the concert the other night
me: ooh! yeah, hi.
him: i wanted to tell you, by far, your piece was the best one.
me: oh really?
him: yeah, by far.

that really makes me feel good.

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playing pickup last night at flavet, i told someone that i probably wouldn’t go up against someone if the disc is swilly in a jump-ball situation, for the sake of preventing injury. he was quick to tell me i was a panzy for not playing hard.

‘i’m on the hand-ball club and he plays hard in everything; every sport. you club people are stupid.’

yeah, he’s right, i like having someone who can’t control their body slamming into me or taking me out in the air or rolling over my ankle again.

but anyways, i don’t know what’s wrong with me, but i’m injuried. my knees is messed up. i went running during thanksgiving break, and the following day, i couln’t bend my knees without a really tight pulling pain right above my knees. i couldn’t walk normally until yesterday.

playing pickup yesterday wasn’t comfortable, i couldn’t cut without feeling pain in my left knee. i’m scared it’s a tendon/ligament or cartilige problem.

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