Mold Malador

There was a pool

There was a mule

And the mule in the pool

Cried

Because he hated school 

Wow, the eloquence of that poem...

On a completely unrelated topic, school this week was a bit hard (I know, you're shocked). We started derivatives in CalKillUs. I like derivates so many muches more than I like limits, which is what we've been doing for the past month. 

We had a midterm on Friday in Data Structures. I think I did okay. Doing okay is relative. In high school, if I'd gotten anything less than a 90, I thought the world had gone crazy. In Machon Tal, if I get anything above a 90, I think the world is going crazy. Look how the times have changed. 

Also, I'm reconsidering my career plans to be a sanitation engineer, because I passed my final. Yes, indeed, it is true. And now I am so many happies. 

Shabbos was so nice. I was in Gaza...sorry, I meant Netivot. Gaza, Netivot, practically the same thing. Don't worry, I was perfectly safe. And I didn't even do anything stupid, which is surprising for me.

So, it was great to see my aunt and uncle and eat their delicious food. 

I read such a good book there. It's called The impact of As Long As I Live, and I cried a lot while reading it. I don't think it was a problem reading it on Shabbos, though, because it wasn't necessarily sad crying. Just emotional crying. I love making up my own psaks (psakot? psakim? psakiyot?). 

Anyway, last night, we had a dira Pesach-cleaning meeting. Cleaning with nine people in a kitchen that can barely seat four was quite the experience. So that was fun. We scrubbed the fridge, found some rotten eggs, rotten tuna, moldy onions, and crystallized sugar that had been in a pot for who knows how long. So, there were many smells going in on our kitchen. We could have started our own perfume shop. 

"Do you want to chase people away? Are you antisocial and want everyone to stay away from you? But you don't know how, do you? 

Well, we have just the thing for you. Come into our perfume shop. What would you like for yourself today? The Rotten Egg Aroma? The Mold Malodor? The Tuna Stink? 

Just one small, smelly spray, and you will have guaranteed alone time."

So, now we have cleaned for Pesach. Although, I made cookies today. Oatmeal ones. With flour. So, not so Pesach-friendly. And also, we only cleaned one fridge. And by cleaned, I mean we covered all the little crumbies with garbage bags. So, probably will have to do that again. That's how life goes. You Pesach-clean, you make cookies, you miss a bunch of crumbs here and there, and then you have to Pesach-clean everything again. What a wonderful cycle. 

Anywho, I have to go to class now. Yes, I have class at 10 pm. Don't you? 

Goodbye, y'all. Enjoy Pesach-cleaning. If you find any more disgusting smells, let us know, and we will put them in our perfume shop.

Toodles from Hoodles!



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