Fight like a Hoya!

Relay for Life is Friday! While I've surpassed my individual goal of raising $300, the Georgetown Journal on Poverty Law and Policy is still working hard to reach our team goal of $2,000. Please help us to reach our goal!

This year, on Thursday, April 15th, 2010, Relay at Georgetown is trying to add another $100,000 in 24 hours. If you would like to find out more about the $100,000 day check out this video that was shown at the last team captain's meeting. Here is the YouTube clip:



Please support me in the fight against cancer and make a gift to my team. I appreciate your support and thank you for taking the time to read this post!

Join Me and Fight Like A HOYA! Hoya Saxa!

Peace,
Amanda

P.S. - Please read on for a letter from Megan Quail, our Relay for Life 2010 Event Chair, who wrote to us about why Relay for Life means so much to her personally.

When my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer in September 2001, I was terrified, but I always knew things would be ok. They had to be. My mom is my hero, my rock, my everything. Touched by my favorite Beatles song, “Let it be”, I found solace in the lyrical advice to let life find its answer for me. My mom had her left breast, lymph nodes from her armpit, and a muscle removed, but she walked away with her life.

Six years later, I lost a friend at age 19 to cancer. This time, I wasn’t so willing to “let it be”. Days after his funeral, I joined the Relay For Life committee. Not to sound like a walking cliché, but doing so changed my life. Six months after the 2009 Relay, I ran my first marathon for the American Cancer Society. Another six months later, I’m chairing my first Relay For Life event. With three days to go, there have been a lot of sleepless nights in preparation and excitement for the event. Unfortunately, cancer also never sleeps. Last week, it once again roared its ugly head and attacked my mom’s right breast. Now, in addition to preparing for Relay, my family is also preparing for my mother’s second mastectomy.

This time around, I’m not scared. I’m angry. At first, I didn’t think it was fair that my mom would have to lose another breast and months of her life to this terrible disease after everything I’ve done to fight it. But then, I realized that maybe my mom got cancer again to show me how much Relay For Life and the American Cancer Society have done towards finding a cure. Because of medical advancements, my mom CAN have a mastectomy to save her life. This year, I’m relaying for my mom. For the last 21 years, she’s been my hero. But this year, you are all my heroes.

Because of your support of the American Cancer Society, my mom WILL live to see my 22nd birthday. Because of you, I will live to see the day where someone with my mom’s diagnosis won’t have to undergo surgery or chemotherapy at all to eradicate the cancer cells. Because of you, we will find a cure for cancer in my lifetime. Thank you for your support and for being my hero.

Fight Like A Hoya,

Megan Quail
2010 Event Chair

Relay for Life

I will be participating in my fourth Relay for Life the third weekend in April with a team of my fellow editors on the Georgetown Journal on Poverty Law and Policy. This involves raising funds for the American Cancer Society, and I would love your support. Anything you can contribute will have an impact (even $10), and we greatly appreciate your help. Please help me to fight cancer through Relay for Life! You can made a donation by visiting my Relay page.

My journal is participating in Relay for Life to raise awareness about how cancer severely impacts poverty in America in a number of ways:

• Poor people lack access to quality health care and are more likely than others to die of cancer.
• Poor people endure greater pain and suffering from cancer than most Americans.
• Poor people face substantial obstacles to obtaining and using health insurance and often do not seek needed care if they cannot pay for it.
• Poor people and their families must make extraordinary personal sacrifices to obtain and pay for health care.
• Cancer education and outreach efforts are insensitive and irrelevant to many poor people.
• Fatalism about cancer prevails among the poor and prevents them from gaining quality health care.

In light of these devastating facts, I hope that you will join me and the Georgetown Journal on Poverty Law and Policy in bringing us a step closer to a world where cancer can no longer claim another year of anyone’s life. Thank you for your support.

Spring Has Sprung

As a certain friend somewhere west of the 405 has mentioned (or at least alluded to) repeatedly, I've been rather absent from the blogosphere since late February. What can I say? Life, especially post-Spring Break, has been hurtling along at breakneck speed.

Academic rigors aside, a ton of fun and interesting things have happened in the past few weeks. However, you don't want to read an absurdly long post, and, to be frank, I don't have time to write it! So, here's my compromise: for each of the major fun things that have happened, I'll write a tweet-length commentary. An experiment in brevity could do me some good.

I went chocolate tasting with the DC Cal Alumni Association at the U.S. Botanic Gardens, and discovered that I like quality dark chocolate.

I did Phase II of the Prayer in Daily Life Retreat, focused on major life events. I learned that 2004 - 2005 were especially formative.

Spring Break to California was a relaxing visit with my family, and I helped Robert pick out a ukulele. Wish I had visited Berkeley, though.

I attended a daylong Refugee Act Conference at school, which greatly complemented the Refugee Law and Policy class I'm taking this semester.

I had the second (and final) full weekend of my negotiations seminar. Possibly the best class I've taken at Georgetown Law.

Fr. Orsy gave an interesting lecture on the historical origins of international human rights, examining the works of Francisco de Vitoria.

I saw the Hoya Lawyas (Georgetown law professors) beat the Hills Angels (U.S. Representatives) at the Home Court charity basketball game.

David spontaneously visited me in DC! We saw, well, everything. We also attended a great play at the Kennedy Center called Master Class.

Amanda J. was in town to visit grad schools! I finally saw Arlington Cemetery, which is gorgeous this time of year with the cherry blossoms.

I went with some friends to Bach's Mass in B Minor at the Kennedy Center. It was incredible, especially the credo. The tenors were spirited.

I attended Easter Vigil on main campus, and was deeply moved by the baptisms. Incredibly, the two-and-a-half hours flew by. So joyous!

I organized the CSA's second-annual Easter Brunch, which was delicious and well-attended. We surprised the security guards with leftovers.

Rachmaninoff

Last night, I went to the Kennedy Center for a concert by the National Symphony Orchestra with some friends. We heard Auerbach's Requiem for Icarus, Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 2 in C minor, Op. 18+, and Tchaikovsky's Symphony No. 4 in F minor, Op. 36+.

I know very little about classical music, but I do know that I like it. Last night's performance was dramatic, passionate, surprising, touching, haunting, and, at times, a little bit crazy. The Auerbach piece was delightfully jarring. It is a contemporary piece (composed in 2006), which provided an interesting juxtaposition against the Rachmaninoff (1901) and Tchaikovsky (1878). There was a considerable amount of plucking of the string instruments, and the first chair violinist played the most ethereal, chilling high notes.

My favorite performance of the evening was definitely Denis Matsuev as the pianist in the Rachmaninoff. I had listened to the concerto several times this past week to get a feel for it, but an audio recording simply cannot convey how incredibly difficult that piece is to play. I was blown away! We had wonderful seats through the Kennedy Center's Attend program (best seats in the house for only $10 if you're under 26), so we were close enough to appreciate the impassioned expressions that Matsuev kept making during the performance.

I was also delighted by the little encore that Matsuev did after multiple standing ovations--an incredible In the Hall of the Mountain King! I am so excited that there is a video of him playing it on Youtube:

Equally entertaining was the conductor, James Gaffigan. I love it when the conductor is extremely expressive through his movements, and Gaffigan did not disappoint. I think it helps that he is so young--only 30! During the scherzo of the Tchaikovsky, he actually put down his baton and went all-out gesturing with his hands.

Events like these remind me how fortunate I am to be living in Washington, D.C., surrounded by so much culture and history. Seeing a world-class orchestra for the price of a movie ticket makes me so happy.

I'm Awake

Last year, I received a rather poignant fortune cookie fortune:

It's amazing how much good you can do if you don't care who gets the credit.

That fortune came to mind during the Gospel reading at this morning's Ash Wednesday Mass, especially Matthew 6:5-6:

When you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, who love to stand and pray in the synagogues and on street corners so that others may see them. Amen, I say to you, they have received their reward. But when you pray, go to your inner room, close the door, and pray to your Father in secret. And your Father who sees in secret will repay you.

Whenever I read this passage, I feel a little twinge of guilt in my stomach, because I sometimes ignore the Lord's call to humility. This morning, for example, I was kind of excited about wearing ashes on my forehead all day, and this passage makes me question my motives. The point isn't to get attention for one's piety. The ashes represent my repentant spirit at the beginning of Lent, which is between me and God. And yet, I shouldn't wash off the ashes, because, well, I'm certainly not ashamed of my relationship with God. Ideally, the fact that I had ashes on my forehead should not have had any impact upon how I conducted myself today. To put it another way, I should always act as though I have ashes on my forehead, because I am always representing Christ through my interactions with others.

The service I attended was in the Blessed Sacrament Chapel of the National Shrine. The presiding priest at Mass said in his homily that Ash Wednesday is like an alarm clock that goes off once a year to wake us up from our spiritual slumber. That really resonated with me. I'm awake, Lord! Ash Wednesday is my favorite liturgical season because it motivates me to maintain a higher level of spiritual discipline.

This year, I'm more focused on doing than giving things up. I want to be more mindful of how I spend my time, because my busyness often gets in the way of my relationship with God. So, one one thing I am "giving up," so to speak, is wasting time on the Internet. I am only going to go on websites like Facebook and Twitter once per day. I'm not giving them up completely for Lent because I don't think they're a vice. I think it's good that these websites allow me to keep in touch with friends. However, I don't need to check those sites as often--dare I say, compulsively--as I do. I am amazed, one day in, how many times I felt a nervous urge to go online, as though on autopilot. I'm going to try to channel those moments toward prayer.

The main focus of my Lent will be a different discipline for each day of the week, accompanied by a virtue upon which to meditate (in response to the seven deadly sins). I suggested this when brainstorming what to do for Lent last year, and this year I'm going to try it. Here is my schedule for each week this Lent:

Sundays: read the Sunday Missal, focus on charity (contra: greed)

Mondays: fast, focus on temperance (contra: gluttony)

Tuesdays: do Bible study, focus on diligence (contra: sloth)

Wednesdays: do prayers of intercession, focus on kindness (contra: envy)

Thursdays: pray the Rosary, focus on chastity (contra: lust)

Fridays: do the Liturgy of the Hours, focus on patience (contra: wrath)

Saturdays: go to Reconciliation, focus on humility (contra: pride)

I will also be going through a booklet called "Not By Bread Alone: Daily Reflections for Lent," which provides a reflection, a meditation, and a prayer related to each day's Mass readings. I've used this booklet the past couple years, and find that it works well for me as a morning devotional.

Also, next week I will be making a Prayer in Daily Life retreat through Georgetown Law's Campus Ministry. This is "phase two" of the retreat that I went on 1L year. It will be interesting to look back on last year and contemplate my spiritual journey through the first half (nearing two-thirds!) of law school. I'm glad that the retreat will be during the first full week of Lent, to set the tone for the season.

Now, it might seem odd to discuss humility issues on my blog, followed by a list of all the things I'm doing for Lent. Isn't that kind of like bragging? I hope not. I don't intend for this to be me showing off. Rather, I'd like my blog to be a forum for spiritual growth. Let's keep one another accountable this Lenten season, dear readers! What are you doing for Lent? You're in my prayers.

Snowpocalypse

The past few days have been consumed by an epic snowstorm that hit D.C. Friday and Saturday. All told, Arlington got 21 inches! The federal government is closed tomorrow, as is Georgetown. In other words: SNOW DAY! Indeed, I am trapped in Arlington, as the Metro is not running above ground (which is how I typically get into D.C.), and none of my bus lines are running.

I've really enjoyed hunkering down at home since Friday, especially after the frenetic pace of last week. Jess and I had hardly seen each other all week, so it was nice to spend time together in the apartment. We passed the time by staring out of our big window in the living room, watching not only the snow, but also the neighbors dealing with the snow. (Regular readers of this blog will recall that I love to window watch.) Appropriately, we then watched Rear Window, the 1954 Hitchcock classic with Jimmy Stewart and Grace Kelly. The tag line sums it up well: "Through his rear window and the eye of his powerful camera he watched a great city tell on itself, expose its cheating ways... and Murder!"

We didn't witness anything sinister from our window: children playing, people digging out their cars, snow ploughs, and dogs frolicking. I mean, murder? Cheating? We didn't even see churlishness. C'mon, Arlington, where's the suspense?

I had a lot of fun taking photos of the snow this weekend. The album is on Facebook, but I thought I'd share a few of my favorites here.

Staying warm under the auspices of hot cocoa.

It's interesting how the snow collected on the banister.

There was so much snow in our front yard.

Four Mile Run, our nearby stream.

This bench was already occupied.

I walked down to Fraser Park specifically to take photos of this fence.

The blue sky made photography so much more rewarding on Sunday morning.

Ben's Chili Bowl

I completely forgot to mention that I checked off Ben's Chili Bowl from my To-Do List! My internship is literally across the street from Ben's, so it wasn't exactly out of the way. I opted for their "famous" chili dog with french fries. (So, technically, I still need to try a half-smoke and cheese fries.) It was delicious, of course. I love chili that errs on the side of sweet as opposed to spicy.

Adding to the experience was the fact that I ate lunch at the counter. I went by myself since I was just stopping by before my internship. It was my first time ever eating alone at a lunch counter. Honestly, it was a little awkward to stare at all of the cooks running around behind the counter as they prepared orders. What do people do when they're eating alone at a counter? Should I have struck up a conversation with the cooks? Well, it was only my first time there... I guess I was just getting a feel for the place. Next time, I'll try to handle my visit like this guy: