schoolistheworst@Ihatecomputerarchitecture.com

There were twenty bags of bamba in my closet last week. I think there might be two left, if even that. The ants in our apartment must be getting pretty clever. Oh, who am I kidding? I think I ate five bags in one day. 

Bamba is what's getting me through the week, well bamba and chocolate twizzlers of course. Oh, and my friends, I guess. 

Guess what's upon me next week? The dreaded, most terrible experience of my life. The worstest thing that can happen to someone. Those terrible, horrible, no good, very bad tests. Finals. I shudder even to write the word, let alone speak it aloud. What sadist came up with the idea of finals worth 90% of your grade? 

Anywho, you'll definitely be hearing about finals from me these next few weeks. Because they are so meeeeeean. 

We should move onto happier topics now, or I might scream, and I'm currently in the library, and if I scream I would get kicked out, and that would be, although funny for everyone else involved, quite embarrassing for me.

So, happier topics commencing: Shabbos and Shavuos! It was...there are no worthy adjectives that can describe how incredible Shavuos was. I was with three friends at another friend's house in Ramas Eshkoil. Friday night, we crashed a yeshiva (Shloims' chassan's yeshiva), and we met the Rosh Yeshiva's wife(who was fascinated with Avigayil's--that's mikvah-jumper Avigayil, if you don't remember--red hair). We also briefly encountered the Rosh Yeshiva when we were locked out of the woman's section. He comes in, tries a key that we already tried for like five minutes, and immediately the door opens.

We ate out for Shabbos meals. Each family we ate by were so incredible. And my friend's parents who we stayed by are the most amazing people ever. 

Shavuos began Motzei Shabbos. At the risk of sounding repetitive, I will say that the entire night of Shavuos was one incredible experience after another. First came the meal, with not only delicious food and not only wonderful company, but beautiful Torah thoughts and discussions. After the meal came learning at my friend's brother and sister-in-law's house, with chaburas given by Faeven, Shloims, and Shloims' sister-in-law. After that, I had a temporary moment of insanity when I decided to walk to the koisel by myself at 3 in the morning, without knowing how to get there. After hurried directions from Faeven, I set off, armed with water and my siddur. 

Baruch Hashem, I made it there in time for neitz, which was so uplifting and rejuvenating. I got literal chills from the Hallel. 

I got back to my friend's house at about 9 am, where I promptly went to sleep for about two hours. Not great for my mono. 

But the rest of the day actually went pretty well. I learned some, enjoyed the great company, and did take another two hour nap. 

It was a sad moment when Yom Tov was over, but I think I really spent the day like I should have, which is the greatest feeling ever. 

Now, let's move on to some Strange Snippets: 

We were speaking about high school, and I was talking about how all the girls thought I was cool because I was old and crazy, to which Avigayil replied, "Yeah. That's how I would describe cool. Old and crazy. Also how I would describe someone in a mental asylum."

My teacher (the one who showed us the video of himself teaching) said, and I quote, "If I think 1+1 = 5, and then I die (chas), well it doesn't really matter. Does it?"

You know what, he's got a point, I have to admit. A strange way of putting it, sure, but it is nonetheless true. 

Funny story that happened to a third year in my program: she and her friend went out for ice cream and got cones, because cones are clearly superior to cups. The only problem was that the ice cream wasn't fully in the cone, so as the two were walking, one girl's scoops dropped to the floor. And, doing what any self-preserving twenty-something-year-old would do, she picked up the top scoop and placed it back on her cone. (She happens to be engaged, so it doesn't matter that much.) Five minutes later, the second girl's scoop fell. Before it reached the ground, she caught it. Now that is commitment. And fast reflexes. 

Moral of the story: stuff your ice cream into your cone before walking and eating. 

Yesterday, I went to a friend's tichel party. It was really cute and there was great food there. 

And now, it is time...to introduce...the contest of a lifetime. A once in a blue moon opportunity is sitting right before you. Will you choose to take it?

Get ready, everyone. 

Here's the situation. As I mentioned before, finals begin next week. And I will have no time to breathe, let alone write a post. So, here's the plan. If you want to write my blog post for me next week, you can. This is your chance. Just write the post, whatever it may be, in whatever format you want, send it to schoolistheworst@Ihatecomputerarchitecture.com, and I will post it. Girl scout's honor. 

Will you take the leap of faith and do it? I guess we'll see. 

Any questions about the contest can be directed to my secretary, Shana Aleph. She will answer my phone much more than I will. 

Good luck everyone. May the weirdest post win. 

Toodles from Hoodles!