Why? Well, it wasn't the four casebooks I was hauling home, with designs to have The Most Productive Weekend Ever (despite plans to be a Sunpie groupie on Sunday and a Test Prep Ho on Saturday).
It was because the one house on my walk that ALWAYS has trash blocking the sidewalk was all cleaned up today. They even seemed to sweep up the broken mirror and the cable ends that I leap to avoid. Beauty.
And, I got to WALK ON The Most Beautiful Sidewalk Ever. Some guy called it that - clearly the guy who poured it - as I walked around when it was fresh. He shouted that from his pickup as he was driving past, so it was a little strange and stalkeresque, but now I get it. It is a beautiful sidewalk. Today was the first time I've ever walked from or to school without a number of barriers to get around. Wow. Does this mean hurdles in my life are evaporating? Is it a sign? One can only hope, though I will be on pins and needles for the next four weeks until my writing assignment is returned.
Smarmy Australian guy gave me the eyebrows today. Twice. Very creepy. He's spent too long in the former Soviet Union (we were in Russian class). I think he was just trying to appear to not be a stuck-up snob, but too late. When he says things like, "This goddamn fucking city that deserves to be sucked into the ocean!" he's blown it with any chance of friendship with me - especially since the other student in there is a study in kind friendliness. I actually got suckered into speaking in Russian class today and the instructor (Belorussian Mafia guy) was taken aback at my accent. I'm obsessive about having a better accent than most Americans in every language I learn, which is to my detriment actually - because then people think I speak it a lot better than I do. I don't. I suck. I just don't sound like an American.
Which sometimes is more than enough.
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