Dodger Dogs

I am officially a Dodgers fan. I attended my first game last night and watched the boys embarrass the Mariners from the Top Deck--I cheered obnoxiously, bought a t-shirt, and had a "Dodger Dog," which is really just a regular hot dog that costs an arm and a leg...but it's part of the experience so I went with it. Bottom line, I had an incredible time and it was worth the hour and a half it took us to get to Dodger stadium..10 miles away.

But more important than Dodger Dogs and the 405 freeway, I am learning so much here in LA. There are 150 other corps members training here in the city--150 distinguished young people who come from the most incredible, diverse backgrounds, none of which resemble my own. I am a specimen to these people, let me tell you. But they take my ignorant questions about Judaism, homosexuality, Latino, Asian, and African American heritage in stride and seem to be excited to share their culture with me. These accomplished, passionate, worldly people, believe it or not, are equally as fascinated by small town America, by Kentucky, by my "interesting dialect." I love it. It's such a melting pot of personalities and cultures that, although I have yet to find someone like me, it's comforting to know that we're all far from home.

Tomorrow, we get our summer school teaching placement. The rumor is, we will be in groups of 3 or 4 co-teaching the same subject in the same class. I guess they figure, since we all have zero experience, there is strength in numbers. I'll let you know when I get more info!
Oh, and Happy Birthday Big Brother!