There's a Street named after her.
Saturday, November 15, 6:18 PM
Waking up was not a big deal. It felt like going to school again. When looking for bus money, I found out that I had lost my wallet on Friday. What a bummer. I knew I still had it at the café. I resolved to check back at Peet's coffee shop, but I never did. Then I said I would get a new library card and pay any fines. I didn't. I suppose it's alright. I told my dad when he got home tonight. I slept very long when I got home. I was exhausted. But despite all that, today was lovely. I really enjoyed volunteering with YAC. It's nice being downtown too, the Summit I would say was successful--although I wouldn't know how our city would measure success, by crowd, by participation, etc. I hoped they thought it went well too. I, with Roberto, was assigned in the early morning the unfortunate task of leading cars away from 6th street parking lot. I saw Mr. Shih at the Summit; that was nice.
Afterwards, we ate breakfast. The city hall's council of chambers is a beautiful place. It's been so long since I've been in it. The speeches made were impeccable, the presenters seemed to care. It's nice they mentioned how important community involvement was, I truly agree. The volunteers and I took attendance in each workshop. We relaxed, and soon enough, lunch came. I liked the catering, there was a Vietnamese lady who kept going off at the napkins though. The Lasagna was great. I got to know better the people in YAC, that made me happy. Returning to Tully, I was too tired to volunteer. What a shame, but I saw Duy there. He was studying, as was I. I've said before, I'm getting French down pretty well. I still have not addressed my issue of losing my library card. I wonder if I shall ever get it back, most likely not. I didn't mention, but there was the large Prop 8 protest rioting outside City Hall. The slogans on a few signs were catchy. I hope things work out for the best.
