Today after lunch I played squash with Dean.
[note to self: remember to ask Hannah for her squash racquet
next time, tennis racquets are not kind to the wrist when it comes to swishy
motions].
--
Around midnight on the first of this month, two students
from Bard got killed in a hit-and-run. I did not know them. All I could do was
be horrified for everyone who had witnessed it, grieve for those who knew them
and be furious that this woman was intoxicated and had a previous conviction
for drinking and driving, and that the college had previously tried to get the town
to put in sidewalks in that area but had only achieved a slight reduction in
speed limit. Before the identities of
the deceased came out, the campus was somber as everyone called their friends
and family to assure that they are alive, and is everyone okay, and how are you
doing, and do you need anything. There was a midnight vigil held and reporters
tried to stealth their way around campus like cockroaches.
--
Dream: I was at a gas
station and I found a fancy phone on the ground. I tried to give it to the guy
who works at the Mart so that the lady who dropped it and drove off could pick it
up later. But the phone started crumbling like a piece of cake and the guy at
the Mart asked me what my name was and was suspicious of me. “I know what your
people do” he said. He was Israeli and I didn’t know what was wrong. Later I
was at my house and the police were over with the newspaper people because
Yosef had refused to introduce a group at a public event. The group gave
scholarships to underprivileged kids, but then was also leveraging them with
the money, so that their public profile would look nice. My brother didn’t like
their manipulations, and then the guy from the Mart came by to apologize for
being suspicious of me. His name was Yaniv and he had a black ink tattoo on his
inner forearm that looked like a wolf, about the size of a hand. Since the
police where already there, they saw him, and his tattoo and mistook it for a
cat. They took him in to custody since the cat symbolized some sort of cocaine
dealing ring.
--
I went to Amanda’s and Jo’s double birthday party later that
same weekend. Another party was thrown a couple weeks later by Kalena and I
went to NYC this past Wednesday to work on my project. [insert metaphor of
choice about life and death here].
--
Dream, cont.: I woke
up from that dream into another, riding down a large hill on the back of a
grocery cart, gaining speed and losing control. I finally managed to maneuver the
cart onto another street, where I gave Sasha four cupcakes and told her about
how I had dreamed of Yaniv, and how shitty it was that he was brought into custody.
[I don’t know anyone named Yaniv, but the wolf and the cat hang in Hannah’s
house].
--
About a year ago over winter break, one of the Bard security
guards, Larry passed away from flu complications. I had talked to him on the
last night before leaving for break, and he told us a few stories about his
earlier days working here, when the students were more apt to have crazy
parties which left some attendees [most none-students] filling up the hospitals
in the neighboring counties. Larry was one of the first Bard non-professor people
working at Bard I met, he was caring
