"We both kind of had the same idea to keep our eyes open" Hello, my name is Jad Assaf. I am in the undergraduate studies class related to MI Diaries, and this is going to be my MI diary for my profile. I guess I should start off with a story that could kind of describe a little bit about myself and just who I am as a person. So, I'll go with the recent story. Recently, I went with six of my friends to Japan for a trip, you know something we've been planning since my freshman year of high school and it was after the end of senior year so it was almost like a graduation trip we've been playing for a very long time, and I'll tell you about a specific story where me and one of my closest friends, who I've been friends with for I couldn't even tell you how long I'm since I was a child, we were in the major area Shibuya Crossing and we're kind of just in that area walking around and my friend for some reason, had a strange desire to go to Taco Bell in Japan. Me, being the supportive friend I am. I decided to tag along with him and go with him to Taco Bell. So, we go out to a bit of a mall-ish area where there's a food court, and there's a Taco Bell; we go in there, and he gets his meal, and I was interested in trying Taco Bell for myself there in Japan, but I was really feeling up to it I just had a meal, so blah, blah, blah. You know, we go, we go sit down in the food court and we're just sitting there, we're just talking, and he's loving the food, you know, good for him, things were looking up, but what happened afterwards was as we were sitting in this food court, two older ladies came next to us and started speaking to us in English, and if, if you've ever been to Japan, you would know that that's a pretty strange occurrence because virtually no one in Japan speaks English. It's a very rare occurrence to come across people that do. So, when they started speaking English to us, we kind of just rolled with it because we wanted to speak to Japanese locals, you know?…

"Where the heck did the ball go?" Over the last couple years, there's been a lot of new things that I've been up to. One of those things has been golf. I've been doing a lot of golfing with my friends. I got into it really like last year I would go with them. I was pretty terrible, to be honest, I was really bad. I would use their clubs, and I would like hit every single ball into the woods or like the ball would go backwards sometimes. Yeah, Backwards. Like, I don't even know how that happens, you know, hitting the ball backwards but that's what I did. This year. I really wanted to get into it though. I bought my own bag and own clubs, and I started practicing a bunch, and I'm still pretty, pretty darn bad at it. But I, I think I found a good joy in it. There's a lot of competitiveness that I like in it. It's, It can be relaxing. It can also be very frustrating, but I think it's something that I'm over the next couple years I'm gonna come to really enjoy and hopefully get better at. Funny story from this summer. I was a driving, right, driving the ball and just smacked it straight into a tree. I was like, where'd the ball go? Where's the, where the heck did the ball go? It turns out I somehow lodged the golf ball into the tree, I've, never seen that happen before but it was pretty silly. But yeah, I think. I'm gonna really enjoy playing this sport especially with my friends, you know, growing together, and out of the small town that I'm from, being able to continue playing the sport with them over the next years is gonna be something special.

"It scurries its little self down the drain" So, I had a rather unfortunate experience with a centipede when I was about like six, seven years old. Probably like fourth grade, I don't know. Whatever age fourth grade is. And I'm like, I'm in the bathroom. I'm brushing my teeth, like any normal -- I go, I fill up, like, my little cup with the water in the sink. I fill it up. I go to take a drink. I feel something on my -- I feel something like on my lips, and I drop the cup, and there's a centipede in the sink. There's a centipede in the sink. It scurries its little self down the drain, and I'm freaking out, I'm screaming. I'm -- and, to this day, I am terrified of centipedes. If I see a centipede, I'll jump on the couch. I'll run away. I'll hide. Because it genuinely traumatized me because I almost ate a centipede. And, yeah, to this day, I can't -- I can't stand them. They terrify the crap out of me.