Phone ringsMe: Hello?
Female voice: Is Dan there?</em>
Me: No.
(as I start walking to the
whiteboard) Can I take a message?
Female voice: This is Sara
(I pick up
the marker) from Hillel
(I put down the
marker). We're having an event tomorrow for Israeli
Independence Day.
(The image of a riot comes to my
head -- of course, there was one just the
other week when we won a hockey game..) If he's
interested, have him call me at 555-1234.
Me: (Pretending to take the
message) ...1234. Okay, I'll pass that along..
Dan's actually an atheist (though he was raised a Jew), but
someone got him on Hillel's mailing list. I've been
instructed to throw out mailings from them, etc..
My mental imagery is probably out of line, but there has
been a lot of chatter between the Israeli and
palestinian/Arab communities on campus (as I'm sure has been
the case all over the world lately).
It's just weird how the people in these communities
interpret the words from those on the other side. Seems
like they can't even agree on simple facts. Of course, the
conversations are flooded with hearsay. It seems like you'd
have to tear down everything -- all of the supposed
`knowledge' that people have -- and go back through with
independent historians to clear up all of the misconceptions.
We can have peace in the region.. It'll just take a hundred
years or so of research...
Anyway..
I've been sleep-deprived along with others.. It gets to be
really bad when I have homework that I've procrastinated on,
and then I have to stay up really late working on it.. I
don't think this would be a problem if I had a regular job
and could leave work at work.. Of course, I'm also a person
that requires more sleep than the average (well, that's been
my experience, at least).
Not sure why, but I tend to need 9-10 hours, but maybe I
have other problems that contribute to that. For instance,
factor into that the fact that it usually takes me 30
minutes or more to fall asleep. I'm also a fairly light
sleeper, so the diesel trucks and buses running by on
University Ave. don't really make life any easier..
I tend to sleep really well when I go home. In my
childhood, I'd only be awakened by the garbage trucks that
came by once a week, weather, and people clanging around in
the kitchen.. Now I have to deal with planes and trucks all
of the time, plus roommates and neighbors that turn up the
volume too much..
I guess it's good that I have to move -- I just hope I can
find a place in a quieter neighborhood..