Appreciation Days

My roommates and I decided to institute something called"Appreciation Days," days where we will celebrate each boy at the JC. After all we are surrounded by 19 of the most fabulous boys ever. Who else would protect us from the Arab men who attack us? Who else would put up with 60 girls talking about periods, marriage, babies, the honeymoon night, weight fluctuation, and fashion as much as we do? Who else would volunteer to go with us to West Jerusalem (West J as we like to call it) in the evenings because we need a male after 6pm when out of the center? The answer to all of these questions and more is the fine, and decent men of the JC.



We picked our first victim, Ian "Winchester" Esplin the 3rd. (We added the Winchester, and the 3rd.) We changed the words of Britney Spears hit song, "Hit Me Baby One More Time" to "Ian Esplin You're So Smart." We dressed up in what little costumes we have, knocked on his door, and sang him the song. We also made a legitimate invitation that looked like a scroll, finding matches to burn the edges making it look authentic, and "medieval."


It was a comedy of errors. We happened to pick the only boy who is currently in a bromance relationship. (For those of you who are a little older, the definition of "bromance" is boys who are basically dating because they spend so much time together.) Ian's roommate is Michael, and the day we decided to celebrate Ian happened to be Michael's birthday. How were we going to cover this one? Well, in order to appreciate each boy here at the JC, we have to celebrate two boys a week, and three this week. We decided, why not celebrate them at the same time? After all, they are one entity? It couldn't have worked out better.


We went into the old city, ate at a fabulous and relatively inexpensive restaurant (The Armenian Tavern), walked to West J, had gelato, and just enjoyed one another's company. One thing you do on appreciation days is go around the table and say what you love about the person you're appreciating. It was the best part of the whole day. The look on Ian's face (as well as Michael's because they're not only lovers, but because we were celebrating him as well) was priceless. They just kept thanking us over and over for making them feel so special. They kept thank
ing us for making it such a good day.


Being appreciated by someone? Now that's something to get excited about.