~ Sunday, March 21, 2004 ~
Well, they *did* say "please explain"...
On its application for admission, the Reconstructionist Rabbinical College asks,
"Have you ever had a serious illness, injury, or operation? If yes, please explain" and while normally I just check "no" to those, it occurred to me as I was filling it out this morning that perhaps the head injuries I had when I was little might be the sort of thing they're talking about. So, I decided to have a little fun with it:
I’ve had two concussions. Does that count? One was when I was 8; my brother and I were playing in my bedroom, which I shared with my sister. She had just graduated from crib to low mattress, but my mother, just to make sure my sister wouldn’t roll off the mattress and plummet to her death on the floor three inches below, had put a bed rail along the length of the mattress. My brother and I were having one of our epic stuffed animal wars, which are like pillow fights but more interesting, and he’d just invented a new strategy: throw a blanket over your opponent’s head, and then attack her before she can regain her bearings. Clever, no? Anyway, I had just been blanketed, and was trying to walk backward away from the spot where I thought he was looming, about to pummel me with Elephant. I escaped Elephant, but I backed straight into the bedrail, tripped, and fell backward onto the low mattress and into the wall. I broke my fall with the back of my head. I had the second concussion when I was 10; I was trying to surprise my friends at school by showing them a new trick I could do on the travelling bars, and instead, I surprised myself by falling backward and hitting my head on the asphalt. I blacked out for a few seconds, which was an interesting experience. I think I damaged my mother more than I damaged myself. I’m fine now. I’m pretty sure she’s recovered, too.
Current Music: In the Belly of the Whale, Newsboys
~ prattled by Miriam at 5:57 a.m. [+]
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