By: Sarah Hudes
Summer of 2017 brought memories, laughter, and good times, but it also brought lots of tears. Yes, tears; as in the product of crying, weeping, sobbing, bawling, laughing, yawning too hard, etc. These are the reasons why I’ve cried this summer. Please feel free to laugh at, cry with, and/or feel sorry for me. Hopefully some of you can relate to these experiences.
- I cried because I realized I didn’t know how to properly hug. Actually, it was more of the realization that all the hugs I have given in the past have been inadequate that made me cry.*
- I cried after I read a summer reading essay for AP Lang. It was Joan Didion’s “Goodbye to All That.” It made me miss a city I’ve never lived in; or maybe it made me anticipate a love-hate relationship I will have with a city in my future.
- It was 4:00 AM and I thought about nihilism for a while and then cried. The skeptic in me is usually most present at this hour.
- I cried after watching the movie When Harry Met Sally. It was also around 3:00 AM.
- I remember crying in an elevator after leaving the friends I had stayed with in New York for two weeks. The 30 second elevator ride felt like an eternity. I was not very good at hiding my “ugly tears” to my friends in there with me, as we descended down 20 stories to where we would then part ways.
- On the Fourth of July, at around 12:30 AM, I got stuck in an elevator with 40 other people. The maximum capacity was 12. I remember entering first and people just piling into the elevator behind me. We were trapped for almost an hour before the fire department saved us. I may have shed a claustrophobic tear or two.
- I cried after I learned of the Charlottesville riots. I had never been so terrified to be a Jew in America. I had seen and experienced anti-Semitism on small scales, but never like this. Never so organized and forceful and evocative of a terrifying past.
- On a lighter note, my small, white, evil dog ate my retainer and I cried at the thought of having to tell my parents. He ate my friend’s retainer the subsequent week.
- I cried after I read a spoiler for The Sopranos by accident. Now I am four seasons in, and it is torture, knowing that this terrible thing is going to happen, and having to mentally prepare myself for the possibility of it happening every time I see a certain character (I won’t say who, I wouldn’t want to make one of you cry.)
*I’m actually crying right now thinking about all the times I have given people I love bad hugs. There are actual tears coming out of my eyes. If you have ever fell victim to one of my hugs please come talk to me. I want to make things right.
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