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some stuff has happened.
* for those of you who haven't heard, my dad is officially starting his term as dean of the faculty at brown on july 1st. this means that he wants to take a vacation the week before he starts - so, ladies and gentlemen, i will be unavailable during the last week of june because i will be in peru.
* i have an interview at marshall's tomorrow! wish me luck, i desperately need a job.
* i had one of those dreams last night that haunts you throughout the day. i was wandering around a quaint little european city (rome, maybe?) when i came upon a rundown little white building with the words "times of india" prominently displayed on the front. someone walked by at that moment and informed me that i was actually in gurgaon, india. i don't know how i possessed this knowledge, but i suddenly came to know that the building was about to be bombed by the enemy (who was the enemy? i have no idea). the people working in the building were supposed to have been warned to evacuate, but somehow the message had gotten lost, and here they were, completely oblivious to the fact that the planes hovered over them, ready to drop the bombs at any minute. i ran inside and tried to warn as many people as i could, then rushed out and started walking away from the area. i wandered around for a while (the streets looked remarkably like rome, and i've never been to gurgaon...but that's not the point...) and i felt completely helpless. just when i started to think that i was the only soul in the whole city who knew what was coming, i heard two girls walking briskly behind me, discussing where the safest hideouts were. i turned to them and asked for help, and they told me they were headed to a park at the edge of the city, as far away from the times of india building as possible. i decided to join them. as we were walking, we heard the explosions, and people around us started to panic. then, to my complete horror, i saw more planes and more bombs, these ones being dropped indiscriminately all around us. what was going on? we were told that one building was going to be targeted. why were they bombing the rest of the city? why were they aiming for civilians? the three of us started to run (one of the girls i was with was named rekha; i don't know who the other one was). i don't think i can successfully communicate how terrified i was. the night sky was one of the most panic-inducing sights i have ever seen: planes everywhere, and explosions all around us, and smoke billowing upwards, obscuring everything. i followed my two companions blindly as we dodged the debris and the bombs and the hordes of people crying for help. we made it to the park by dawn, and we found about 200 other people already hiding there. our entire senior class, in fact. everyone was there, and everyone was terrified. we were crouching in the shade of a large tree when we saw an enemy soldier approach the fence at the edge of the park. she yelled that the bombing was over for now. the statement was followed by something we did not understand; i thought she said that we were safe for the summer, while others believed that she'd said we were safe for 5 minutes. i got up to ask her, despite the protests of the people around me. for some reason, i was confident that the park was safe space and nobody could hurt us there. i walked right up to the fence and questioned the soldier. she looked away, muttered that she couldn't tell me anything, and ran off before i could question her further. then, out of nowhere, an enemy ship rolled up (yes, a ship was rolling up the street) and the captain instructed us all to get on board. i remember sitting inside in a space that looked like an airplane cabin, looking at carolyn. she was crying. i looked out the window and saw the carnage on the streets, and i was saddened and horrified, but i didn't cry. somehow, later, i found myself at my home doorstep. i went inside and found the house empty. i tried calling my family's cell phones, but i couldn't get through. i remembered that they were all hiding out in my dad's office, so i tried calling there. all i got was the operator on the other end of the line, calmly and sympathetically trying to explain to me that he couldn't put me through, the number didn't exist anymore because the building had been demolished. then i woke up.
* for those of you who haven't heard, my dad is officially starting his term as dean of the faculty at brown on july 1st. this means that he wants to take a vacation the week before he starts - so, ladies and gentlemen, i will be unavailable during the last week of june because i will be in peru.
* i have an interview at marshall's tomorrow! wish me luck, i desperately need a job.
* i had one of those dreams last night that haunts you throughout the day. i was wandering around a quaint little european city (rome, maybe?) when i came upon a rundown little white building with the words "times of india" prominently displayed on the front. someone walked by at that moment and informed me that i was actually in gurgaon, india. i don't know how i possessed this knowledge, but i suddenly came to know that the building was about to be bombed by the enemy (who was the enemy? i have no idea). the people working in the building were supposed to have been warned to evacuate, but somehow the message had gotten lost, and here they were, completely oblivious to the fact that the planes hovered over them, ready to drop the bombs at any minute. i ran inside and tried to warn as many people as i could, then rushed out and started walking away from the area. i wandered around for a while (the streets looked remarkably like rome, and i've never been to gurgaon...but that's not the point...) and i felt completely helpless. just when i started to think that i was the only soul in the whole city who knew what was coming, i heard two girls walking briskly behind me, discussing where the safest hideouts were. i turned to them and asked for help, and they told me they were headed to a park at the edge of the city, as far away from the times of india building as possible. i decided to join them. as we were walking, we heard the explosions, and people around us started to panic. then, to my complete horror, i saw more planes and more bombs, these ones being dropped indiscriminately all around us. what was going on? we were told that one building was going to be targeted. why were they bombing the rest of the city? why were they aiming for civilians? the three of us started to run (one of the girls i was with was named rekha; i don't know who the other one was). i don't think i can successfully communicate how terrified i was. the night sky was one of the most panic-inducing sights i have ever seen: planes everywhere, and explosions all around us, and smoke billowing upwards, obscuring everything. i followed my two companions blindly as we dodged the debris and the bombs and the hordes of people crying for help. we made it to the park by dawn, and we found about 200 other people already hiding there. our entire senior class, in fact. everyone was there, and everyone was terrified. we were crouching in the shade of a large tree when we saw an enemy soldier approach the fence at the edge of the park. she yelled that the bombing was over for now. the statement was followed by something we did not understand; i thought she said that we were safe for the summer, while others believed that she'd said we were safe for 5 minutes. i got up to ask her, despite the protests of the people around me. for some reason, i was confident that the park was safe space and nobody could hurt us there. i walked right up to the fence and questioned the soldier. she looked away, muttered that she couldn't tell me anything, and ran off before i could question her further. then, out of nowhere, an enemy ship rolled up (yes, a ship was rolling up the street) and the captain instructed us all to get on board. i remember sitting inside in a space that looked like an airplane cabin, looking at carolyn. she was crying. i looked out the window and saw the carnage on the streets, and i was saddened and horrified, but i didn't cry. somehow, later, i found myself at my home doorstep. i went inside and found the house empty. i tried calling my family's cell phones, but i couldn't get through. i remembered that they were all hiding out in my dad's office, so i tried calling there. all i got was the operator on the other end of the line, calmly and sympathetically trying to explain to me that he couldn't put me through, the number didn't exist anymore because the building had been demolished. then i woke up.