I was visiting Israel when terror strikes in the form of TNT in a soccer ball. My family was in the immediate vicinity. My mom was hurt, but not bad. I was OK. Em and Nick I could not find news about, but I had a bad feeling. I saw it all happen but I quickly left the scene to chase the culprit. 180 POL was the license plate on the truck of the bomber.
I had previously entered a Palestinian area that was tightly guarded by men with swords. I had won a sword-fighting contest. I was escorted through this area by a man named Hab-del who made me understand where he was coming from, but who still frightened me.
Also from last night/this morning (a sleep period of 2:00-11:00):
+ Bad grades. Two Cs. Or actually C1 as they were listed. But they did not align with classes I’d taken. I had four grades—I took four classes—but no grade for property. Which I thought I could not have gotten a C in.
+ Also, lingering bad feeling about Crim Law test. My brother was in the class! I got soaked in back and butt by someone on the UT campus who was not doing a very good job directing their hose spray. I went to the Dean and said, “I gotta wet ass now! How’d you like to take a test with a wet ass?” I was gonna sue or something. But I went and took the test. Only I didn’t answer the last question. Question 3. Something about Freud.
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