In Which I Drop Names

I interviewed another prospective Columbia student today, a very nice kid who plays about a thousand instruments and runs a jazz radio station at his high school. He's quite familiar with Road to Stardom, and when I told him Akil had lived down the hall from me in Carman it looked like Columbia rose several notches in his estimation. As Form pointed out, Akil had a rough week on the show, but he's hanging in and we're rooting for him so hard that it's getting tough to watch without yelling at the screen. This is also the reason I'm no longer allowed to read Vogue or David Denby's movie reviews. I'm not allowed to watch Animal Planet because the dogs make me cry.