I'm Over the Need to Request Mechila From Everyone I Meet But

I had a dream two nights ago that I was home, or something like home - somewhere I was accustomed to being. Then DR woke me up and I was so ecstatically happy to be where I was and not where I dreamed I was. I'd say that's a good sign

Only one person I really really wish I could ask mechila from. Oh well. Maybe this is one of those situations you thought had finished but pops up later on in life. Of course, now that I've said that ...

the Experience

so ... wow. okay. we've got the girl who looks like she's had a botox injection; the foreign girl who should be modeling; the myriad of girls with stick-straight hair who are either best friends since birth or calmly at each other's throats with their well-manicured fingers and gold ballet slippers; the girls whose heads are too big for their bodies; the uber-smart honor society girls; the new yorkers by the truckload .... but they're all really nice. it's pretty cool that there isn't a stereotype. i really like two teachers already. i made my own dinner tonight - pancakes! - and yes, the first one did look the worst, but it also tasted the best since i used so much oil ... i love you all! call me ...