<p>Since I’ve already pretty much written off Stanford as a realistic prospect and will apply solely to amuse myself (sniff sniff), I’ll just post it here instead of suffer through PMs:</p>
<pre><code> Ell there roomie! I 'm sure well have mighty good time. Youve probably noticed that I made myself totally at home here; moving around so many times in eighteen years can give that ability to a person. Dont worry, you can check out my exotic collection of tidbits. You might have noticed a set of strange literature next to my bed, with words that resemble no Chinese characters that youve ever seen. Well, Smarty-pants, thats because theyre in Hebrew! Thats right, Mr. Adventurer here has lived in Israel for four years of mental kicks in the nuts (fortunately, the physical kind occurred a tad less often). You mightve also noticed that the books looks suspiciously like a bunch of fantasy books
and Goosebumps. Not exactly the type of literature a Stanford student typically reads, right? Well, theyre here for gratitude as well as leisure; these books saved my sanity in Israel, so they hold highly sentimental values.
Yet, more importantly, these books remind me every day of my greatest failure: the loss of an entire language. Through gross neglect and brain damage, my ability to use Hebrew is now limited to saying I dont know Hebrew. The fact that I could lose such a giant chunk of knowledge shames me, and everywhere I look, the books taunt me, daring me to read them once more; but I dare! The shame doesnt consume me; it only fuels my desire to regain what I lost. I bring these books here for that reason: to prove to myself I will never avoid my faliures, and to always learn from them.
Ultimately, the books are here to stand testament to some of my most fundamental characteristics: I remember both good times and big losses, and what I lose, I will get back.
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<p>Oh, and remember, I know where you live.</p>
<p>If you didn’t catch it, the last part was to give my message a practical effect of saying: don’t steal my stuff, *****, because I’ll never forget, and I’ll hunt you down.</p>