A few nights ago, I was engaged in the usual giant-lunchroom dinner experience at the Dining Commons. In a fleeting moment of nostalgia I proclaimed, “I want Kiwis. Remember during Elementary school hot lunch when they’d put the half kiwi on your tray… The day they have Kiwis here… my life will be complete.”

Well apparently, last Sunday God decided to complete my life.

Ever since I can remember, my brother has called me Kiwi (it actually serves as part of the title “Kiwimonk”). His original justification was that I was short, fat, brown, and fuzzy like the fruit (as well as the bird). And to be honest, he was totally right. I’ve gotten leaner but back in the hay day I was little, chubby, tan, and had short black fuzzy hair. Maybe not much has actually changed but it even came to a point when I’d internalized my nickname enough that when I talked to myself to get psyched for a tennis match or reflect on the day I would definitely refer to myself as “Kiwi.”

Sunday was Vietnamese New Year (same day as Chinese New Year) and there are plenty of superstitions about the first day of the Lunar New Year setting the tone for the remaining 364. Well, if that’s the case, this year should be moderately phenomenal.

Either that or at least I should be seeing more of my favorite fruit at the lunchroom. In the mean time feel free to call me Kiwi if it should tickle your fancy.

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