Living an Uncultured Life

Back in the saddle, after a few days off. Time to review what has happened since I last communicated with ya’ll:

• Friday: For any Jewish college student, as much as we look forward to it, this has to be the most boring day of the week. We wake up at the 10:30-12:00 range (I was told everyone else does, at least) to find out that we don't really have enough time to do something fun and exciting as Shabbos is only a few hours away. But at the same time, there's still five plus hours till it comes in, so what the heck are we supposed to do sitting in our rooms until then? Needless to say, I can't remember what I did during those hours, but I can bet it wasn't anything productive.

• Shabbos. Or Saturday, depending on how frum you are: Brother and sister-in-law made the trek into NY from Silver Spring (btw..can you believe they call them 'Silver Springers'!? Now that is ridiculous) for the extended weekend. Presidents day huh - If I was the President, I would wake up every day thinking "I am the man!!", so why is there a singular day for him anyhow? Explanation of this would be great guys, thank you. (and I don't wanna hear any of that garbage about remembering ex-presidents, their time in the limelight is up. Especially if they were democrats.)

• Sunday: I wake up every Sunday with a very ambivalent state of mind; on one hand it's Sunday - there's no school, and we have the whole day to do whatever we please. But at the same time, Monday is just one day away, so our happiness is somewhat ebbed by this evil fact. Unfortunately, I got stuck in insane traffic for about 3 hours over the afternoon on the way to lunch because the whole world needs to see a bunch of Orange gates in Central Park. I had a conversation with one of my very good friends from a much more intellectual college than I attend about this that went as follows: Jason - "Hey dude what’s up?", Friend - "Oh, not much, gonna go see 'The Gates' soon in the park.", Jason - "Ah I passed them the other day, what a waste of time.", Friend - "Uch, your so uncultured." Uncultured? I am no artist, and I never really intend to be one, but my g-d its just a bunch of Orange metal in a zig zag - in my view, it actually screws up the beauty of the one large patch of grass in all of New York City.

• Evil Monday: Sunday night I sat staring at my window until the early hours of Monday morning praying on both knees with my hands raised high above that the snow would continue to pile up and pile up. Snow amazes me more than a lot of things in the world, maybe because I'm from a place where snow goes to hell. My question that I pondered for a while was this; what is the purpose of snow? (and they call me uncultured - that's the most artsy fartsy sort of question imaginable) Seriously though, we all can understand rain, even though it can get quite annoying when it only rains when our mother's tell us to bring a coat or umbrella and we decline "Mom, it's sunny outside, what are you saying!?". You just hate that . But back to the point, there is absolutely no single purpose for snow. It's pretty, for about an hour, until your realize that the next morning you have to walk in that slush and all the white salty stuff they pour on the street gets stuck in your shoe until the end of time. To make a long story short, the snow ended, and school began. Such a travesty.

Now that we're all caught up, I'd like to end by letting everyone know that this month's Stern College newspaper The Observer had a total of about 15 pages. Seven of those pages were headed under Fashion Trends. As the Urban shirt so wisely claims, "Everyone loves a Jewish girl." Gotta go take a blood pressure pill, I'm outta here.