Cracked Crabs
Hello once again parents,
Things are still going very well. I just got over the first hump in my classes, meaning that i did some papers and took some tests and believe that i did pretty well. Now we will learn a little more before doing it all again. I have been taking a lot of trips into the city, getting some good cultural food and stuff like that. On Saturday night we were going to go to a party at one of my friend’s house in the ghetto, but his block was having a party and they invited all of us. It was a large block party and most of the people who lived on the block were related so it was pretty interesting. They had tons of food and told us to help ourselves. They taught me how to crack crab and eat it, my first time having crab, and it was absolutely fantastic. They just put whole crabs on the grill and you just grab one off and break it up in your hands and eat it.
Just another reason that I love the City. Debbie may be flying up to see me in october, which will be a lot of fun if it works out and i am now capable of showing her the real philly and such. I already worked it out with my RD, who is a really cool guy, to make it so that if she does come she can stay more nights then is normally allowed.
As for the money issues, I will call you later today to talk about them, not really sure what to do but money for the PNC account would be more helpful than diamond dollars.
For parents weekend… when is that again? I would be up for the draughthorse and things like that, but not really a fan of going to a football game…. also our team is really bad. And i mean really really bad. Our last game we lost 62-0.
Anyway, I will talk to you later today
love
matt
Matt u are my hero
Comment by Joe — September 22, 2006 @ 8:57 pm
Mine too.
Comment by michael — September 22, 2006 @ 9:34 pm
Matt, sounds like a blast. Unless ghetto is a colorful euphemism for study hall, do you intentionally try to give your parents heart failure? Hilary, if you go to a party in the ghetto, please don’t tell me.
Comment by Jen — September 24, 2006 @ 10:03 am
When our son Mark was at Lincoln-Sudbury, Metco afforded him several black, inner-city Boston friends, and he attended several parties in Roxbury. At the time I chafed at his affinity for The Fugees, Tupac and Biggie Smalls (honestly, I still do), but the ragtag remnants of a left-leaning Lennonesque dreamer in me wonders if there isn’t more than a whiff of possibility in these cross-pollinations. Could it be that the unlikely associations of privileged white kids yearning to slip the perceived limits of their suburban upbringings befriending (or being befriended by) underprivileged black kids yearning to slip the arguably more real shackles of cyclical poverty facilitated by bigotry could begin to erase these distinctions and boundaries in a way that over-privileged whitebread politicians and/or their reactionary counterparts never will? And simply in the name of openness and good times … Cracked crabs indeed. I third Joe.
Comment by el kib — September 24, 2006 @ 10:54 am