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i've never been so flattered in all my life.

movie night. this has little or nothing to do with vietnam and everything to do with my shock and awe (nothing to do with bombing).

we show a movie every friday night. we always ask the students to post about the movie on the internet. the students who have the most enlightening things to say will win a prize. we give the prizes out in the middle of the movie when most of the people are there. we give out copies of last weeks movie (thanks to no intellectual property rights) and money. we give four prizes.

i announced the prizes with the normal fanfare of a basic powerpoint presentation and lots of hype. everything went to plan. then things turned chaotic. i have never been so honored in my life.

we had about 150 students there last night. they stood there and jack came to the front to talk a bit. i knew something was going terribly wrong. they were going to give me something. i stood off to the side in my khaki pants and red, button-up shirt with my arms folded. a gigantic grin was plastered on my face. i couldn't seem to get rid of it.

he talked about the difficulties i had setting up movie night and how much work i put into the event every week. i had worked hard. i had to write a number of petitions and have a number of meetings with people who didn't like the idea at all. that's all not to mention the political implications. i knew i worked hard but i also knew i didn't deserve this.

they presented me with a vase imprinted with the universitiy's logo, two bunches of flowers and an incredibly well made certificate of appreciation. it is embroidered on black satin and says, 'in appreciation to jonathan moyer, president and founder of mnapcu.' (mnapcu is the abbreviation for the fake organization i thought up, 'the movie night association for the perpetuation of cultural understanding. sounds real important.) jack also sang a song he wrote about me. the title of the song was, 'old hobo.' lines include, 'he loves chomsky and thoreau and hates george w.' and many references to me being a hobo. long story.

i left feeling lighter than air. i have never been singled out for such recognition in my life. i understand that, in the scope of things, this is really nothing but it's so nice to know that the students really appreciate what i'm doing here. i almost cried.