CKU
Once upon a time, there lived a Hoodie. It led a peaceful life. It lived in a small room across the hall from a very loud, annoying apartment. But it was happy and carefree, with not a care in the world save for one terrible situation: Cal-Kill-Us.
For the point of this story, we will call it CKU.
CKU was the bane of this Hoodie's existence. Anytime it was happy for any reason, CKU came to ruin all that goodness. If Hoodie had had a great day, then CKU would suddenly appear to make that day not great again.
And Hoodie did not live happily ever after.
Wow. That fairy tale warmed my heart. We should add it to Grimm's.
So, if any of you did not understand the moral of the story, then I question your intelligence.
So, let's discuss CKU no further, for it makes me want to kill something...or someone. Like Isaac Newton. I wish that apple had hit him harder, sometimes. But not too hard, because that would be mean and spiteful.
So, school has begun again, and it almost hurts to think back to last week, where vacation was sweet and sleep was sweeter. But I must, for nostalgia's sake.
But I first have to remember what happened. And I don't have the greatest memory.
For Shabbos, I went to Shana Aleph's brother's house. It was very many cutes. Her brother and sister-in-law are very nice people (they let me into their home. Need I say anything else?) Also, the food was so good. Especially the cookies and the onion dip. And I started reading a massive biography on Rav Noach Weinberg. I might finish it by the time I'm 25. Might. And their baby is so cute.
So, Shabbos was just as Shabbos should be: restful and rejuvenating, full of fun and Torah and annoying my friend.
And then on motzei Shabbos, I hung out with Devorah M. and MO, two of my friends who decided to grace me with their presence. We had melave malka, made by our resident gourmet chef, Shana Aleph. We sang a shtickle and played guitar a shtickle, and then went to the Old City.
Sunday was our last day of vacation. We went on a shuk tour, led by our esteemed tour guide, Tziporah. Most of us ate Knafa, and it was so many funs.
Then Monday was the dreaded moment I had been fearing for awhile: the beginning of school. And what a beginning it was. Three hours of CKU. What a lovely start to second semester.
That night, I babysat some very cute children. And we had a dorm meeting.
Today, my teacher told us such a sad story. I was literally crying. Mostly because of boredom. But also because it was a terrible story. Pretty much, it went like this: So, this Rabbi tried to do so much for everyone, and nothing worked. And then he died. And his wife had no money. The end. Also, people got beat up. The end again.
What a lovely bedtime story. Almost as lovely as my fairy tale. Let's have a poll. Which story was worse?
Tonight, I learned some Toirah, my friend scared me terribly, and Shana Aleph and I annoyed the driver of the light rail.
So, now I have to go do some homework. Yeah. It was lovely talking to you all.
Toodles from Hoodles!
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