I awoke this morning to an envelope hitting my face. Mom’s voice punctuated my rather realistic dream by saying, “It’s afternoon now, so you can get up.” My eyes fluttered uncontrollably as I made the transition from sleep to wakefulness, the scene before me alternating between an empty pool surrounded by shady oaks and puzzled hospital workers to my mom’s form standing beside my bed (or what I could see of her from behind the envelope covering half my face). I grasped frantically at the paper resting on my head and struggled to sit up, as if that action would…
I made my way casually to the fountain today (still empty as Christ’s tomb), and looked around. The thing where they had to replace the bricks looked promising, but when I got closer, I noticed that it was clamped down and screwed in. I didn’t want to fool with anything that required hardware, so I moseyed on over to the place where they are constantly digging up and peered at the lids protruding from the ground. After scouring the area for maintenance workers, I stooped down and lifted the one marked “Irrigation Valve” up. Inside, ants scurried around and something…
Ah, yes, the socialist award. Last Thursday my History and Politics of Modern Russia class had a end of course party. People brought snacks, our instructor (who is a lady from Russia) made tea, and we watched Russian singing and dancing on a video while munching on Russian Tea Cakes. Then our instructor (I never use her real name because I can’t pronounce it, let alone spell it) reminded us about how when Stalin was bringing about rapid industrialization, people would be awarded medals and stuff for hard work. So she said that it was fitting that we recognize the…