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This was my last day here. I slept well, but woke up about an hour before my 8:45 alarm. My throat was feeling a little better. On the day I arrived, Mrs. Bindewald showed me the bathtub where bluish water was kept heated. From what I read before coming, the Japanese custom was to shower and clean oneself before soaking in the bathtub. I had been meaning to try it when I got the chance, but this morning the tub was drained. Even with the extra time, I didn’t have the patience (or...
I woke up a little later than usual. After dressing and washing up, I went to look for Jason and George. They hadn’t locked their door, so I walked right in. Nobody was around. Punks. They left for breakfast without me.
I went downstairs. I had an breakfast ticket because Bobby didn’t stay at the hotel. I walked through the entrance to the dining hall and spotted George and Jason near a window. I walked over. Unfortunately, the deep fried stuff from the day before was not being...
I woke up the next day before six. I was still a bit tired, but sunlight was already streaming through the windows and the sheer curtains. It was the day of the wedding. By God’s grace, the scratchiness in my throat did not worsen the last few days. Today, it actually felt a little better. I was not sick after all.
I showered, dressed, and went to visit George and Jason. They were up, but hadn’t dressed yet. I checked my email and Facebook for the umpteenth time. George had rented...
Family, friends, and honored guests of the bride and groom—mostly the bride—and brothers and sisters of the faith, Good afternoon.
When Mark asked me to be a groomsman at his wedding, I was honored and pleased. But when he asked me to say a few words on friendship, well, I was speechless. Literally.
You see, while we both went to Stanford and are both EE—I an Electrical Engineer, and he an Economics and East Asian Studies major—we really didn’t have too much else...
The following is a post-hoc account of the event, posted according to the date of the event rather than that of the writing.
I woke up in the morning at seven. It was cool, but not cold. The mattress was very comfortable, and I slept well. I wondered a bit about what I should do next. I decided to type up my speech on my laptop so that I could print it later.
For breakfast, I had cereal and milk. Mrs. Bindewald also cooked some eggs and toasted some English muffins. I felt good.
I met Michelle...