Mad About Toilets

The Dorky Daily by Judith Brett:

It was the crack of dawn, 5:30 am on a Sunday morning. The first rays of light were streaming in through the sliding door.

It was all quiet in the dorm on Ben-tzion street, save for some choking and gasping sounds.

Hudicus was in the kitchen, crying. 

As she sat on the cold stone floor, her hand clutched the phone next to her ear as if it were a lifeline. The funny thing was...no one was on the other line. 

But someone had just spoken to her, two someones to be exact: Malta and Tzvi.

They were engaged, finally. With the mazal tovs ringing out from the phone, Hudicus couldn't keep in her emotion. And so the tears came. 

Still in her pajamas, her hair a complete wreck, sitting on the floor in the still apartment, crying buckets of tears, holding an unconnected phone against her ear, Hudicus looked quite...dorky. 

So, what you should have gotten from the above article was that my sister is an engaged woman! Did you hear that? She's engaged. Like to be married. Like she's a kallah. And has a chassan. This is craziness! I'm so many happies for her. 

I couldn't stop smiling the entire Sunday, even though we had certain classes that I dislike. I probably looked diabolical. 

And now let's rewind to before that great Sunday morning phone call. 

Last week was a wonderful time: we had no school from Tuesday onwards. And guess what I did with all my three days of vacation? No, I did not rewrite the entire War and Peace with my left hand on toilet paper pieces. 

I did homework. Such is the life of a college student. 

I wanted to say thank you to all those who responded to my game last week. I take all of your comments very seriously and will consider what to do with my life accordingly. 

For Shabbos, I went to the Steinsies for the first time in awhile. After much deliberation, they decided that having me around was worth it, even though some brain-cell loss was inevitable. 

Friday afternoon, I walk in the Steins' door, say, "I'm gonna go do my laundry," raid their fridge, and dump my stuff all over the room. 

Shabbos was great. The most amazing thing about Shabbos at the Steins is the ability for us to go from deep hashkafic debates about Israeli culture vs. Western society to complicated halachos like opening up a shade that will let the sun shine on to a plant to mentioning OPS every free moment to me making fun of veganism and tofu to us laughing hysterically like hyenas, trying--and failing--to catch our breaths. 

One example of this was late Friday night. All of us were semi-awake, while Mrs. Stein was reading the Shabbos Halachos book, which was causing some interesting conservation, when all of a sudden, she gasps. "No way. You know those toilet dyers. You can't use those on Shabbos."

This caused an uproar, with Mr. Stein and I piping in with helpful comments like, "You can't dye(die) in your toilet on Shabbos!"

Mrs. Stein couldn't get over this. To paraphrase her words, she was "mad about her toilet."

Which caused about ten minutes of straight laughter, and all of us were overtired, which caused more laughter. And according to Mr. Stein, he couldn't catch his breath because I had been yawning for the past hour straight, sucking all of the air out of the room. Yeah, that's how science works, isn't it?

So, that was so funny. The rest of Shabbos was equally as nice and fun. I love going to the Steins. 

And then Sunday was, as mentioned before, a great day. 

Yesterday, I went to a shiur about relationships by Rabbi Kelemen. He compared and contrasted modern love and marriage vs. the Torah perspective on ahava and marriage. It was quite eye-opening. 

And now, I am sitting in a class where our teacher is showing us a video of him explaining the concept that we are learning. Yes, you read right. He is showing us a video of himself teaching the same concept that we are learning right now. He is also intently watching himself explain said concept... as if he is learning it for the first time... which we know he is not... because he is watching himself... I could keep going... Does that make sense? Why wouldn't he just teach us?? Some things I will never understand. 

So, that is all, I believe. Gotta go pretend to listen attentively in class. He he. 

Toodles from Hoodles!