There’s nothing like ending a long day at work like coming home, unwinding, and having dinner with Ixi and her clarinet students. After a great meal of Indian food from Baba (Ambar’s Hyde Park cousin) and gelato, the evening turned to what was expected of her students in the following year. I hope that they were listening, because I wish someone had said those things to me when I was a Junior, and also because if they weren’t, they will be punished, appropriately so. I’m intrigued by one student who wants to have babies and thinks he has become fat, though he looks exactly the same. I feel like he might be more girly than me.