I was alerted to the fact last night that I have been mispronouncing Oregun my whole life. A misspent youth, mispronouncing the game where I forged a river at a very young age and learned the lesson of loss when a few oxen couldn't quite make it, or that dysentery is something that can kill you.



I think the most fantastic thing about recruitment are the people that you come across, or the yummy dinners that you treat everyone (most importantly, yourself) to in fine, fine establishments that are sometimes even too hipster for the most hip of us. (I just thank god that last night was an actual real meal and not some toothpick-sized portions as you would see on a Bravo favorite of everyone, Top Chef.)

The worst thing, however, is that sometimes you don't always win and these people pick other places. I'm not a gambler, so I don't fancy that part as much as others.

Oft times, I like to think of myself as an "awesome magnet" so we'll see what happens with a few of these recruits. Ok, that was all tongue-in-cheek. Don't worry, guys, I do realize that people make the choices off the establishment and not the awesome, fantabulous recruiters--otherwise, our summer class would have been thrice filled.