By Vy N.
(Wednesday, January 31st, 2018)
I didn’t write anything last week. Or the week before that. I did co-write something last last last week though.
Anyway, in an awakening call to my laziness and lack of actions in the Dig, and the possibility of being kicked out- no, being out of activity credit, I decided that I would finally brainstorm something to write and let out all my feelings out for the world to read.
There was originally no snack in Activity today, which is a national problem because the Dig team consumes more snacks than three Activities combined. However, there are people that miraculously draw snacks out of their locker, like Annie W. She saved the hungry pack of wolf diggers by granting us Chips Ahoy. (FYI, she had brought snacks for three days when it was not her turn and once miraculously gave us a tray of heavenly chocolate chip cookies).
On another note, instead of granting us the usual Dig ritual of pitching for new article topics, Kara blessed us with a mini-writing assignment of commenting/answering some of her reflection questions. I then spent twenty minutes rushing all my brain’s grey drain and sending her the email, only upon realization that something was wrong.
The usual nonsensical side chats of the Dig writers and chatty atmosphere of room 80 had been replaced with complete silence.
As in extreme silence. Realization-sunk-in-the-devil-is-right-behind-me silence. Thought-provoking silence, which is not of much help to me because I still found myself sitting completely dumbstruck by my own brain power like a mini whale (don’t ask me where the simile comes from, I honestly don’t know). I turned to my fellow Dig writer, Viraj S., because it looked like he wasn’t writing anything and asked him for some inspiration. After some conversation, he suggested that I continue writing my article on Kara’s little sister (clarification: I was not doing anything related to Kara’s sister, but this is another story).
Thursday, February 1st 2018
Anyway, after Activity on Wednesday, I was too frustrated with my miserable state of article lack and creativity drainage and decided to just roll with it.
(sorry to bother you with a page of rants)
Thursday, February 8th, 2018
Q&A with Kara Tambellini: A Reflection on Life
Q: What is your full name?
A: Kara Elizabeth Tambellini.
Q: How long have you been at OES?
A: 11 years.
Q: What is your favorite book?
A: I don’t really have one, but I like to teach The Great Gatsby and Hamlet.
Q: Which decade would you like to live in?
A: The 70s.
Q: How long have you been a faculty advisor for the Dig?
A: A long time. I have no idea.
Q: Which markers do you like to use?
Q: Who is your favorite Dig editor?
A: Uh… I love all my editors. Did you put that in?
Q: How do you describe yourself?
A: A secular humanist.
Q: What is your philosophy of teaching?
A: Meet the student where she is.
(Writer’s note: this is another story).
Q: Would you describe yourself as a “tough” teacher or an “understanding” teacher?
Q: Pizza or taco?
A: Taco. Pizza. [a moment of silence and soul debate] Pizza.
Q: What is your favorite grade to teach?
Q: What is your lifetime accomplishment?
A: Having a happy marriage and happy children.
Q: Do you use Netflix? If you do, which is your favorite Netflix original? If you don’t, explain why.
A: Stranger Things.
Q: What do you like to do when you are not teaching?
A: I like to cook, hike, and [listen to] music. And [spend time with] my family.
Q: Who are your top lady heroes?
A: Amelia Earhart and Toni Morrison.
Q: If you had to be on a reality TV show, which one would you choose?
A: Survival. Oh, and The Amazing Race (writer’s note: Lindsey Zanchettin fully supported this choice).
Q: Jeans or leggings?
Q: What do you hope to achieve by 50?
A: You know, I’m going to be 50. [Interviewer: Yes, I know] Okay, peace of mind.
Q: The Blöphish or The Aardvark Dig?
A: The Dig.
Q: Do you eat cereal?
A: I don’t.
Q: Do you play any sports?
A: I swim and do yoga.
Q: If you were 80 years old, what would you tell your children?
A: To pick up their room.
Q: What is your favorite curse word?
A: The F-bomb.