Work...work...and more work. I'll be glad when the Reunion comes up to take a week off.

My Mac Memories: Playing ball, hangin’ out with friends, learning things at an exponential rate.

I was married in June 2005, to Ivan Navas, also a native Washingtonian. We welcomed our daughter Lucaya Sol Navas on December 27, 2005, and have been enjoying watching her grow! You will all get to meet her at reunion! 

I began working at the Phelps Stokes Fund last June and enjoy working on programs in Liberia (where my mother is from), Latin America (my area of focus) as well as domestic programs focusing on people (particularly youth) of color. 

My Mac Memories: Snow up to first floor windows, putting shorts on and sitting outside when the temperature finally reached 50 degrees in late April, International nights at the now defunct Loring Cafe, salsa dancing at Amelia's, the Rogue, Prince sightings, and Puerto Vallarta courtesy of the men's basketball team, Dayton...

I spend a lot of time cleaning up after my 5-year-old daughter and 7-month-old son.  Just the highchair gets washed at least 17 times a week. Now that the weather is improving here in the Twin Cities, we've been going on long walks or bike rides. Today [March 14, 2007], we took a long hike into downtown White Bear Lake and wore out Liliana's training wheels. I expect Eric to return from a three-day trip to Chicago any minute now.

Tomorrow is one of my two days at work. I work part-time at a Spanish immersion charter school in Forest Lake, Minn., about 15 minutes north of our home in White Bear Lake. Liliana is in Kindergarten there and Marco spends those days at daycare chewing on a funky spider-like toy and charming the staff with his cuddly, mellow personality.

I am almost done with grad school at the U. of Minn. and should have a Masters in Second Languages and Cultures Acquisition along with an ESL (English as a Second Language) teaching license a little over a year from now.

My Mac Memories: Watching naked ultimate Frisbee out the windows of Dupre with the prospective student we were hosting; writing papers and more papers and more papers; sticking soda cans in those spaces under the windows so it would be cold while I stayed up all night… writing papers; history seminars up on the top of Old Main; lugging groceries from Midway while chatting with drunk old men on the bus; and meeting a lot of amazing people.