Clark

Well, I had fun.

I also had no time to work on my Hebrew, but whatever. Could've gone to a Hebrew class, but then I probably wouldn't have gotten home until about now.

Clark's very nice, although the city of Worcester, which it's very firmly embedded in, is not so nice. The Provost isn't a very good speaker, but what he had to say was interesting. The astronomy class that I sat in on was a bit of a joke, as I knew everything they had to say about quasars, dark matter, and dark energy. Either that or Mr. A, Brett, and I all have very in-depth discussion.

But speaking of the astronomy class! There are four people from camp that attend Clark, and one friend from NFTY (North American Federation of Temple Youth). Of course, I was avidly trying to reach Jeremy, the NFTY-ite, the entire time, but he never picked up his phone.

In the astronomy class, I spent the whole time staring at the back of the head of this one guy who looked so familiar. After the class ended, he stood up, stretched, and turned around, and I immediately went "Aaron!" He looked up, and we went, "Woah, small world. Hi." He showed me to the building I was meeting my dad in and offered to answer any questions, as he's a tour guide.

Then I spoke to the Hillel director, and while talking to him, he pointed out the window and said, "Oh, there's Dan." Dan and I worked together on the Bonim (entering fourth and fifth grade) show, Peter Pan, this summer. I face-palmed a little, on the inside, and continued the conversation, as I couldn't just walk out. When I looked up again to go find him, he disappeared, and I was very sad. But then he was ten inches away, giving me a hug. Fantastic.

The Hillel director couldn't remember the name of the last Eisner-ite, though he thought she was Israeli. I, for the life of me, could not recall a single Israeli at Eisner who attends American Uni, so I was a little confused, but that's okay.

Later in the conversation, I saw someone very, very familiar walk by. Someone Eisner-y, and...Israeli. Only not. I thought she was Israeli at camp, and I was embarrassed by my assumptions there, so I blocked it. I called to her retreating back, "Yael!" She turned around slowly, and we both went, "Well. I'm confused. Hi. Random."

Good times.

Of course, Clark has more positive attributes than merely the presence of three Eisner-ites that I ran into, another Eisner-ite and a NFTY-ite. But I don't particularly feel like detailing them now, since I've already run longer than most of my other posts.

College Search

Hampshire supplement is eating my brain. They want so much. Five out of their seven questions could be essay topics in and of themselves. Grah. Clark wants a little, too, but it's not due for a while, since I'm applying regular decision.

Speaking of Clark, I'm going to visit tomorrow for an open house, and I'm leaving at FOUR IN THE MORNING. Shoot me now. At least we're just making it a day, and not staying over and the like.

I'm bringing a little backpack of stuff, and the contents are as follows:

• One notebook, for note-taking purposes
• My folder on Clark and the like
• A whole mess of pens and highlighters, for above purposes
• My self-made Hebrew dictionary (a notebook in which I write down Hebrew words in an effort to teach myself the language)
• My real Hebrew dictionary (as in the printed kind - - the pages are yellow, in case you were wondering)
• My Hebrew workbook from the ten minutes I was enrolled in the Independent Study class Freshman year
• My itty-bitty book of Psalms, which is retaking it's position of being taken with me everywhere
• If I can find my Tanach, it's going to be added as well
  

Because I am a dork.

Bubbles

One of my more vivid memories from first-year Ofarim (the unit entering sixth grade at Eisner) is blowing soap bubbles in the bathroom of the new Chadar (dining hall).

We would spend endless minutes after we were done with meals in the new bathroom, with its row of sinks and soap dispensers, along with loads of mirrors and lots of space. Dev and I had perfected the art of creating exactly the right consistency of lather for prime bubble-blowing, and we'd be able to create bubbles the size of our hands; the size of two hands, even. We learned our chemistry from observing the fact that a decently lathered hand, if using a slow, gentle approach, could poke at someone else's bubble without bursting it.

I was just taking a shower, and I completely zoned out and started trying to blow bubbles again. Either my soap was the wrong kind or I've lost the art.

Technology

Oh, bane of my existance.

My computer broke last year, and began making funny clicky noises at me whenever I tried to turn it on. Apparently that was the hard drive. My laptop has the summation of everything I've ever done from about 2004 until the time it broke last year, and I'd sort of like that back. We brought it to BestBuy's Geek Squad to try and retrieve things from it yesterday, and they said it'd cost about $160, so we bought an external hard drive and forked over the money.

Got a call a little while ago - the clicky noises were the hard drive, and that means that they can't do it there. They've got to send it out, and maybe the 'big' Geek Squad people can get it. The big guys have a 95% success rate, and it'd be just my luck for me to be in that 5%. Also, it's going to cost more than $160; it could cost anywhere between $250 and $1600. Holy shit, that's more than a new computer. All this for a few days of music, a whole mess of files, and my otherwise irritrievable collection of pictures from Israel and beyond. Dammit.

Whooshing again

It is surprisingly difficult to write about yourself endlessly. It shouldn't be all that hard to describe why "If not now, when?" would make a good school motto. For some reason, though, everything I'm writing sounds trite and forced, and I can't take it anymore.

Heart of Darkness is ridiculously thick and rambling.

Economic current events = Hit me over the head with a blunt object

I'm hungry, but I just ate. I don't feel like getting up, but I should really shower and get ready for the day. I hate sitting here, but I can't imagine going anywhere else. I sort of want to go work outside, but I want it to be summer weather.

I need to lose weight. I need to stop eating so much. I need to eat better, do my homework, get into college, and keep my room clean (I cleaned it yesterday, though, so that's one check off).

I kind of want to play EverQuest II again, but I don't have the money, the time, or a good enough computer to run it.

I'm discontent.