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Well the past week (aside from the term paper I just finished) can be summed up in one word: rollercoaster.
Tuesday, was the glorious, adrenalin injected plummet from the peak. The night started with a barrel of Killians, providing me fuel to go 11-0 in beer pong, all culminating in yet another legendary night at the AIESEC-house as the couch cushions and pillows ended up on the living room floor, us on the backs of the couches hurling ourselves on the cushy mass below (rockin' out to Petty the whole time of course).
The rest of the was a blast, we'll leave it up to your imagination from there. I think you can handle it. On second thought maybe not.
(If only) Silent in Morning
So for the second year in a row the new morn welcomes me with a beam of sunlight through the open drapes illuminating the tiny particles that float past the window, the cool kiss of the underside of the pillow, and......the BANG and CLANG of construction across the street. I am most frustrated by this, because of the fact that I don't get to be awoken by the heavenly melody that is "Tangled Up in Blue" on my alarm clock. This occurred last year while I was in the dorms as well, they were widening the street that ran aside it. This year they are in the process of tearing down a church that stood across the street from my house.
This always makes me wonder how the people who originally constructed the building feel. I wonder if they feel a connection to their work and their pride is torn down along with the structural beams. Think of the tireless labor that is put into one room of one building.
I wonder if they feel like I did when I was 7 and built 3 completely awesome LEGO machines. Not where you copy the instructions from the box, but I designed them in my head. And these machines were elaborate, let me tell you. Then my friend Brooks came over and smashed them. As each LEGO piece reflected off the wall and landed at my feet, so to did a little piece of my heart shatter. I cried like a little school girl.
You think construction workers cry?
