A common solution to streets where only one car could pass through is to make it into a one-way street. I suggest we make a two-way bike only street.

Questions not to ask in a course evaluation survey for “repeat” courses:

Would you recommend this course to other students? Would you take this course again?

What’s it like to be the last native speaker alive?

My strategy for choosing a backpack: highest number of clever pockets per dollar spent.

A dead bivalve foot massage on thin-sole shoes: highly recommended.

I like reading in a bathtub. Buoyancy is not required.

I like wading.

But. Waves always come just when the sand settles down and I can almost see the creatures under water. It makes me feel like someone is intentionally causing waves at these intervals and I really wan to ask that person to stop.

So frustrating.

Got ready for a couple bee stings.

Got bitten by mosquitoes.

I don’t think I should order Margarita at bars or restaurants in the future.

Ew, saliva?

While I usually prefer local stores, there is one thing I can’t get in these stores: the empty and desperate atmosphere of 24 hour big chain grocery stores at 3AM.

It’s like being in a grocery store in a zombi movie but without the zombis.

Being in a squash court makes me feel like a gladiator. A weak one.

When my arms fall asleep in my sleep, it wakes me up.

Why is it that people point to my helmet if I don’t take it off immediately after I finish biking? By the end of a bike trip, the helmet has partially become part of me and I’m sure that happens to everyone.

I wonder how much trouble my aversion towards sugar and whipped cream saved me from when I was a child.

When my clothes are kept where they’re supposed to be, I often have a harder time finding them.

Ethical problems are like a disentanglement puzzle after one piece has come off. I often don’t know whether there is supposed to be a solution to take the remaining pieces apart as well.

My computer’s ability to control volumes in a non-predictive manner prevents me from exploring the web in class.

Thank you, Ubuntu.

If my digestive tract were transparent, would I be more conscious about what I eat?

I would certainly not be able to sneat his green tea ice cream.

Dear my bike, Please stop popping the wheels.

Dear my rider, Please get me Armadillo.

Hey bike, Well, you’re not the one who has to bike.

Rider, I bike therefore I am.

…fine.

When people mistakenly call someone with a relatively popular name with another common name that doesn’t even sound similar, there is always a moment of awkwardness.

I wish I was better at remembering names.