Daily Prompt: On the Road

I’m still unsure of how to pause my chaotic college life and where I want to travel. I do know that I’m going to the city for a bit. So excited to return to my homeland (i.e. Carnegie Deli).  So thrilled to see my brother, my parents, my cousins, my grandparentals, and my aunt and uncle.

But it’s funny you mentioned it. I just got out of Hebrew class. We Google Earth-ed (if that is a verb) cities in Israel and learned Israeli slang that pertains to different regions and cities.

I’m starting to really enjoy the class. My only concern is whether to take Hebrew or Spanish next semester. Spanish isn’t something I want to lose because I’ve studied it for so long, and my Hebrew skills are far from where my Spanish is at. But I’m really enjoying my Hebrew class. Decisions, decisions. And if I study Hebrew , then who knows? Birthright?

I’m just thrilled to get off campus, to explore the city once again, to chow down some Kosher-style food, to go shopping, to see a musical or two.

“Gar” in Hebrew means to live. I’m excited to do some of that.



Daily Prompt: A Bend in Time

My hectic Thursdays are by no means your hectic Thursdays or Tuesdays or Mondays. But this Thursday was a particularly stressful sea of excitement.

Ran two miles at 11. Showered at 12. Lost my key and ID somewhere in between.

Here’s how it played out: “Shelly wait, I don’t have my key,” I say to her as she left the dormitory.

“Sorry, I gotta go.” She was probably late for class or something. Understandable.

I couldn’t do anything about the situation now because I had two classes stacked right on top of each other like flapjacks. I stressed and fretted and had Shelly look around the room with me for the ID and key when she returned.  She even texted me during one of my breaks. Mind you, she texted me in Espanol: “No esta en tu mochila.” Great, it wasn’t in my bag from Mexico.

I returned to Academic Commons to find my T.A., who greeted me with a smile and said that he returned the ID and key to the front desk. Now I was off to concert band!

Then Shelly and I went to CVS and Subway. But the real excitement hadn’t happened until somewhere after 9:00. A friend of mine came running and screaming down the hall, her heart pounding with anticipation: “Guess what? Klaine is getting back together!”

Yes, my weekly excitement is the Glee update.


Daily Prompt: Life Line

Oh please! I don’t need to be on a plane to have my fortune and my destiny and all my life’s hopes and dreams told to me. I don’t need a palm reader. I don’t need a hypnotist or a charlatan or even the real thing. I’ve got older parents!

Nag nag nag. Nag nag nag. My ‘rents fret and worry and tell me I’m not ready for college and we have to go to Staples and have you seen the new pajama bottoms at Bed Bath? Kohls today. Gap tomorrow. Anxiety every day.

Sometimes I call my mother “a big ball of anxiety.”

I think it makes her more anxious.

Part of her nervousness is  because  we don’t have all the supplies–all the new shirts and bras and slippers necessary to survive the twenty-first century Animal House.

In fact, I’m surprised she lasted as long as she did watching the season finale of Breaking Bad. Must have been therapeutic.

Dear palm reader,

Can I borrow your crazy hat/scarf/whatever you call it? May I borrow your magic eight ball? Pass the  large majestic eyes, would you please?

Dear Mom,

I’ve got a reading for you:


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