At school I messed up one of the tests - I gave the higher level test to my lower level class, but nobody even noticed even though it said the level right on the top and some of the questions they had never seen before. Strange. Most of it was the same, so I will just adjust the grading appropriately, but it seems that I always make mistakes with this class, they are a difficult one.
We have been thinking more about whether or not to buy a house. With Naomi's mom being sick now is not a good time, but we also don't want to stay in Rotterdam for a long time, even though there are some nice areas. Buying a house under sea level still makes me nervous. We don't want to stay here for too long either because it is a moldy, drafty place right next to a busy road and a metro crossing.
Naomi is interested in working on a PhD at some point, and if she could get accepted at the University of Michigan, we would love to move to Ann Arbor. These are all just thoughts at this point. Right now we have good jobs (I just got a full contract!) and except for the weather are doing well, but Naomi will start looking into some programs for the future...
Jack awoke feeling disoriented and under attack. The sharply spoken French pieced into his skull like so many long, sharp beaks of the tropical birds that were creating cacophony all around him, flying from tree to tree with a dizzying ferocity.
His head began to throb as he brought his hands up to touch his dried out face. Putting pressure on his lips caused them to crack, adding a slicing sensation to his world of pain. The woman who was busy accosting him in French quickly grew tired of watching her words land with no impact whatsoever and she grabbed an arm with more strength than some of Jack’s weightlifting buddies, yanked him to his feet.
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