The morning that I left for Bard, Mama told me that I look like an Urban
Outfitters model. Sima asked me what I was going to do after college
and Потемкин tried to get attention but a belly rub was an unrealistic
dream. Yosef promised to try to call me more, as he does every year (and
we did talk for almost an hour last night). I got salt&vinegar
chips at the rest stop and Papa got tea.
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| the kitchen in this house is quite nice. we don't really socialize & we have a similar level of expected cleanliness. functional. the fact that I do not have any sugar, however, is not. |
Rosh Hashanah is always a bit lukewarm at Bard (the undercooked tilapia, the doughy challah, the one bottle of saccharine Manischewitz for each table of ten) but Le'shana Tova. Yesterday I joined the tennis team, though I can only make it to 3/5 practices a week and have to miss some of the meets.

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