Monday morning there was an activity we thought was optional that we didn't go to (it ended up being mandatory). That afternoon, I went to Ulpan--Nathan and I arrived earlier than usual, so we decided to sit outside for a while. As the other people from our class arrived, they all joined us in sitting outside and inevitably Eti was forced to come and have class outside with us. She had a cast on her arm and told us about how she slipped down the stairs at her son's school during the weekend and had to go the hospital. We were supposed to have an oral exam that day, but she agreed that if we all just spoke in Hebrew for ten minutes during the class we'd all get 100's. Near the end of class, all the Ulpan levels came together and had a party--before it started, one person from each level gave a speech thanking the teachers and talking about their Ulpan experience in Arad. These actually ended up being pretty funny, as the person in the lowest level did theirs all in English and they slowly progressed into fluent Hebrew. After that, in Immigration, we watched an interesting movie called "Crossing Boundaries." I went home and fell asleep relatively early that night in order to prepare for the race the next day.
Tuesday was the Be'er Sheva 10k race. Scott and I got up at around 6 and met up with Karin, Chanya, and Sasha at Ben Gurion University. They placed Scott and I in the 20-29 age bracket because we were born in 1990, which was a bit frustrating--if we'd been in the age group we actually belonged to, Scott would've taken second in the 10k. This was the first time I've done such a long run in the middle of the day (I usually run in the evening or night), but I still managed to finish under my goal time of 50 minutes--I crossed the end line at 49:55, which is a 10-minute cut from the Nike Night Run back in Bat Yam. I'm pretty happy about this, especially because the t-shirts for this race (both the custom ones we made and the official ones we got) were awesome. :D
After the race, we walked around Ben Gurion's campus for a while, which is something I've been meaning to do--my dad went to med school there. We had a light lunch and returned to Arad. That night was Lizzy's last night, so it naturally ended up being pretty crazy.
Wednesday morning, I went to the gan for a bit before returning home. We rushed to Ulpan to take our final exam/placement test for Jerusalem. Whenever I think I'm starting to get a good grasp of Hebrew, something happens that reminds me how much I don't know, like this test. It was not as bad as I thought it was going to be, but there was an entire page that I'm pretty sure I flopped on. Even Karin, who I consider to have much better Hebrew than me, messed up--on the essay question about a book that we think is good, she thought it was asking about the qualities of a good storyteller. After this, we went to Immigration class for the last time. We talked for a bit about different situations around the world and the teacher, Inbar, decided she would e-mail us a multiple choice final the coming Monday (which ended up being easy).
Thursday we went on a siyur to the small forest right outside of Arad to do some low ropes activities. It was fun, but we were all curious as to why we were doing trust-building exercises so late into our experience here. We made lunch in the forest and played some tug-of-war before heading home. I use the term "forest" lightly--what is called a forest in Israel would be referred to as a patch of trees in America; this is especially true in the desert Negev region.
That night, Cari, Miki, and Anna came over and we watched "Primal Fear." It's Edward Norton's first movie, and I would highly suggest it. Then again, he's my favorite actor
Friday morning, we left Arad to go on a trip to Mitzpe Ramon, the largest erosion crater in the world. When we arrived, we hung out for a bit on the Albert Promenade, a trail running the rim of the crate, as we ate lunch.
After eating, we took jeeps down into the crater to where we were staying, the Be'erot Campsite. It was basically an area with shacks run by Bedouins who were very friendly--the invited us into one of their tents for tea and gave us in-depth answers to pretty much every question we asked. That night we made a bonfire and had some smores, as well as eating several delicious dinners (every time we go camping, for some reason, other Israelis always end up bringing us their leftovers. I don't know if it's because we look like we can't take care of ourselves or because they figure a bunch of rowdy teens would love to eat their food, but it's fantastic). We went out into the desert and listened to music for a while. I climbed up another hill as the cheshire-cat-smile moon began to set. It was a beautiful night.
Saturday, we woke up pretty early and went on a day-long hike. We went up Har Ardon, a giant mountain towering over the crater. The ascent was intense, but the descent was precarious, to say the least. It ended up taking about 7 hours, but it was one of the cooler hikes I've been on--the view from the top was phenomenal, and walking through the scorched earth of the crater on the way back to the campsite was amazing. We took jeeps back out of the crater to Mitzpe Ramon and got home late that night.
Sunday morning, I went to volunteering. The kids that I worked with during the last month were not the same ones from the first month and a half or so:
This is Khartouma (Khartoum is the capital city of Sudan, so it's as if a girl's name was Washingtona). She is cute and incapable of speech, but very capable of drooling. She is one of the few children in the gan I've not put to sleep.
This is Appa, I think, but I'm not entirely sure. I'm not sure because the two women who run the gan do not speak whatever language she speaks (clearly neither Dinka nor Arabic, then). She can only speak some tribal language. I suppose this wouldn't be such a big deal, except that she's easily the biggest troublemaker in the gan--she runs around pushing kids over for no apparent reason, hitting children and then crying when they fall down. She constantly craves attention and hits children who get more than her. It's also nearly impossible to discipline her because of the language barrier, too. When she's done these things and I've told her "no" in every language I know, she just seems happy that I am giving her attention. Lately I've resorted to ignoring her when she does something like that and then looks around, and it seems to work. Maybe her parents don't give her enough attention or maybe something else is going on, but I find the whole situation and rationale behind it interesting.
As you may have guessed, this child is not Sudanese. This is Natalie, the daughter of Rebecca, a somewhat crazy lady who helps the Sudanese community in Arad. She is a Jew for Jesus and wants to convert all the Sudanese--one of the first days I was at the gan, Cecilia was sick, and Rebecca came in and rubbed oil on her face saying things along the lines of "we have to have faith, I'm sure you'll get better, because we are the only ones that are right and everyone else is wrong." She then turned to me and said "no offense." Anyway, her daughter, Natalie, is very pleasing and only knows the word "baby" in English. She understands Hebrew and occasionally says things, and I have to wonder if she's picking up on Arabic or the Dinka tribal language by spending so much time in the gan.
That night, after volunteering, we had a bullet fight in our apartment with bullets that we had gotten at the army base siyur and some other, anonymous bullets that I cannot talk about. This was inevitably loud, and the same woman who came and complained to us about our noise a week before made another visit. This time there wasn't really any defending ourselves--we had made a lot of noise and it was a bit too late, but the frustrating thing was that she told us as we were trying to apologize that we "always ask for forgiveness"--this is literally the second time she has ever interacted with us. The entire time, she was pregnant (obviously, that's not really something that changes in the course of conversation) and smoking a cigarette. She also began yelling unreasonably loud, which undoubtedly awoke more people. Several minutes after her tirade, a Russian man came over and yelled at us in Hebrew that he would come with "all of his friends" and "fuck us up" we "sons of bitches" if we made noise again. He proceeded to slap Simon on the face a small bit in a typical Eastern European way. All in all, it was pretty great.
Monday was a hike near the Dead Sea along a fault line, I think called "Rom Izrach." It was nothing particularly special, and kind of paled in comparison to the Mitzpe Ramon hike I had gone on so recently. In fact, the best part of the hike was afterwards, when Eli took me and Miki out to lunch at the only falafel place I still hadn't been to in Arad.
Later that afternoon, Nathan and I went to the police station to report our stolen bikes. While we were waiting on the officer, a Sudanese man I knew from the gan came in. Right before the officer saw us, he got into an argument with the Sudanese man that basically went like this:
Sudanese guy: "My landlord keeps cutting my lock on my door and I don't know why."
Officer: "Stop coming here, go see a lawyer."
Sudanese guy: "I did, he said to come here."
Officer: "LEAVE. Stop coming here every day!"
Officer Moses then proceeded to see us. Needless to say, I already had a bad impression of him, and this was only furthered when he could not possible comprehend how I could have an Israeli citizen identification number (תהודת זהות) without having a certificate of identification. We eventually moved past this and he yelled at Nathan and I about things he didn't entirely understand while trying to get the information he needed for the report. In the end, we finally got out with stolen bike reports, which was all we needed, but it was a highly unpleasant experience.
Tuesday was my last day at the gan. It was pretty sad but also a lot of fun--I played with many kids, throwing them around and putting plenty to sleep. At one point in the day, they all came and suddenly were very interested in me (as sometimes happens), so I taught them how to count from one to ten in English, Hebrew, Arabic, and Spanish. I also bottle-fed a one-month-old and exchanged numbers with Cecilia. Near the end of the day, these people came in and sang Purim songs with all the kids, which was nice but interesting--it's almost as if they are forcing the Jewish culture on these Christian kids just because they live in Israel. It was good fun, though, and I got to keep a hat which I ended up using for my Purim costume.
A note: Purim is a celebration of the Jews not being killed many many years ago. It's observed similarly to Halloween in terms of costumes, but heavily favors drunkenness. If you'd like to know more about it, I would love to talk with you sometime, my webcam mysteriously works again. ;)
Wednesday was a free day to clean up the apartment, so naturally we slept in late and did almost nothing. In the afternoon, we went to the Marva ceremony to celebrate everyone graduating from the program. Unfortunately, both of my roommates who were in it didn't graduate--Jake ended Marva in fiasco when he snuck out and made his way back to Arad after the first week only to receive the best volunteering (Masada), and Ben got kicked out literally 3 days before the program was over because a mefakedet (commander) asked him to pull his pants up and he, on his way to the bathroom, pulled them down. Normally this wouldn't be grounds for dismissal, but it happened in front of the head commander at the base, so he got kicked off.
The ceremony itself was disappointing, to say the least. It was fairly cheesy and involved the Marva kids doing the same thing over and over again. It was also long, with many speeches that weren't particularly interesting. Still, it was nice to go to Ben Gurion's grave in Sde Boker, and it was worth going and supporting everyone who graduated.
Thursday I went to do some laundry at the coin place in Arad. That night, Scott, Nathan, and I left for Tel Aviv. We were going to go to a MASA event and see the band Subliminal play, but ended up going to Bat Yam and then Tel Aviv for Ohad's birthday. It was raining most of that night. We went to the English Pub for a while and then on the ride home Nathan got into some very funny shenanigans. :P
On Friday we woke up late and went to the shuk in Yafo (שוק הפשפשים), the "Flea Market." We didn't end up buying anything (we were looking for sunglasses, flannels, or possibly jackets), but we did go to the most amazing place in the port. It's this giant green hill overlooking the ocean, and easily one of the strangest parks I've ever seen. I went there one time when we lived in Bat Yam, it's an amazing place. When we got back that night, the three of us got invited to Lior's house for dinner. This was, of course, delicious and an excellent time. Afterwards, we went to a Purim party in North Tel Aviv with Lior and some of her Israeli friends. Frankly, this sucked--I was excited to go out with Israelis, but the atmosphere of the club just ended up being terrible. It was too light and the DJ was terrible (he just had an iPod). We returned to Bat Yam late that night and it was raining heavily. :)
On Saturday we woke up late and went to lunch at the mall, where we met Ansakew. an Ethiopian who we met at the Be'er Sheva race. He and his family moved to Israel five years ago from their small village in Ethiopia. It was really interesting to speak to him and hear his story. In his family's village in Ethiopia, they literally had no semblance of modern society--when they saw planes flying overhead, they were confused and afraid. Now Anaskew is just entering the army and is a soldier teacher at schools in Bat Yam, meaning that he talks to the kids about what to do in emergency situations. I actually sat in on a class with a soldier teacher one time when I was volunteering at Moshe Sharet school and it was fairly interesting. All the kids had workbooks that gave them instructions about how to survive a fire, a bombing, etc. It's a revealing slice into Israeli society.
After that, we went to the beach for a while to hang out with some people. Then we went to the Hangar to get some clothes (I ended up getting a pair of plaid shorts, the first ones I've gotten in a while). Scott and Nathan stole something like 4 pairs of novelty boxers by wearing them in the changing room and then leaving. That night was a big Purim party in Tel Aviv that was very crazy. I went dressed up in the ridiculously small sweater that had shrunk in the Arad laundry.
Sunday morning we woke up late and returned to Arad. Nathan, Simon and I watched Memento that night (yet another excellent movie that I highly suggest).
On Monday we had an end of trimester party at Max, a shady and essentially unused bar in Arad. I made a video for the madrichim about two hours before the party that ended up being pretty funny, surprisingly. The party was good, and Eli and I drank some together as we both opened up to each other. Since Arad was ending, all of the madrichim were much friendlier and opener than they had been the entire time.
Tuesday morning Nathan and I woke up very early to go to the observation point for sunrise, something I have been meaning to do for all of Arad. It was absolutely amazing, and we got some gorgeous photos before leaving. We spent most of the rest of Tuesday cleaning--Eli came over and had pizza for lunch with us (that he bought!), and a couple hours after that he took his entire madrich group to a park near our apartment to have a picnic. It was quaint and a fun way to end everything. We got into a giant spaghetti fight, which was a lot of fun. After this, Sheizaf 19 went to the mall to get our customized apartment t-shirts. I will put up a picture of them soon, but essentially the front has 7 guys (us) chasing a shopping cart down a hill (for the time that we pushed a shopping cart down our street), and the back has the Young Judaea symbol and all of our names written in Hebrew.
That night we didn't do anything very exciting--we went to the bar Cadim and then came back home.
This morning, I woke up and felt quite a bit like P. Diddy. We loaded our things into a truck and got on a bus to Jerusalem.
And now we are here. I am in an apartment at the off-campus facility, a building known as Derech Hevron 80. It's about a 5 minute walk from campus, and, while the apartments here are not as nice as the campus ones, they are still pretty nice, and I'm in a dream apartment with Scott, Nathan, Jake, and Andrew. We met our madricha, Emma, who is British (meaning we have had tremendous fun making fun of her accent) and ate pizza on campus before going shopping for the first time.
Jerusalem is so beautiful. It sucks that Year Course is 2/3rds over with, but I truly believe that these last three months here are going to be phenomenal. The end of Arad is not so sad as it was in Bat Yam because we weren't leaving people behind, and to me it only signifies the beginning of a great ending. I'm so excited, I just don't want to miss out on the opportunities presented to me here.
I would love to talk to you sometime, my webcam works again! I hope all is well with you, and can only hope to be writing more often now that I'm living a more regimented lifestyle again! Take it easy!
Friday morning, we left Arad to go on a trip to Mitzpe Ramon, the largest erosion crater in the world. When we arrived, we hung out for a bit on the Albert Promenade, a trail running the rim of the crate, as we ate lunch.
After eating, we took jeeps down into the crater to where we were staying, the Be'erot Campsite. It was basically an area with shacks run by Bedouins who were very friendly--the invited us into one of their tents for tea and gave us in-depth answers to pretty much every question we asked. That night we made a bonfire and had some smores, as well as eating several delicious dinners (every time we go camping, for some reason, other Israelis always end up bringing us their leftovers. I don't know if it's because we look like we can't take care of ourselves or because they figure a bunch of rowdy teens would love to eat their food, but it's fantastic). We went out into the desert and listened to music for a while. I climbed up another hill as the cheshire-cat-smile moon began to set. It was a beautiful night.
Saturday, we woke up pretty early and went on a day-long hike. We went up Har Ardon, a giant mountain towering over the crater. The ascent was intense, but the descent was precarious, to say the least. It ended up taking about 7 hours, but it was one of the cooler hikes I've been on--the view from the top was phenomenal, and walking through the scorched earth of the crater on the way back to the campsite was amazing. We took jeeps back out of the crater to Mitzpe Ramon and got home late that night.
Sunday morning, I went to volunteering. The kids that I worked with during the last month were not the same ones from the first month and a half or so:
This is Khartouma (Khartoum is the capital city of Sudan, so it's as if a girl's name was Washingtona). She is cute and incapable of speech, but very capable of drooling. She is one of the few children in the gan I've not put to sleep.
This is Appa, I think, but I'm not entirely sure. I'm not sure because the two women who run the gan do not speak whatever language she speaks (clearly neither Dinka nor Arabic, then). She can only speak some tribal language. I suppose this wouldn't be such a big deal, except that she's easily the biggest troublemaker in the gan--she runs around pushing kids over for no apparent reason, hitting children and then crying when they fall down. She constantly craves attention and hits children who get more than her. It's also nearly impossible to discipline her because of the language barrier, too. When she's done these things and I've told her "no" in every language I know, she just seems happy that I am giving her attention. Lately I've resorted to ignoring her when she does something like that and then looks around, and it seems to work. Maybe her parents don't give her enough attention or maybe something else is going on, but I find the whole situation and rationale behind it interesting.
As you may have guessed, this child is not Sudanese. This is Natalie, the daughter of Rebecca, a somewhat crazy lady who helps the Sudanese community in Arad. She is a Jew for Jesus and wants to convert all the Sudanese--one of the first days I was at the gan, Cecilia was sick, and Rebecca came in and rubbed oil on her face saying things along the lines of "we have to have faith, I'm sure you'll get better, because we are the only ones that are right and everyone else is wrong." She then turned to me and said "no offense." Anyway, her daughter, Natalie, is very pleasing and only knows the word "baby" in English. She understands Hebrew and occasionally says things, and I have to wonder if she's picking up on Arabic or the Dinka tribal language by spending so much time in the gan.
That night, after volunteering, we had a bullet fight in our apartment with bullets that we had gotten at the army base siyur and some other, anonymous bullets that I cannot talk about. This was inevitably loud, and the same woman who came and complained to us about our noise a week before made another visit. This time there wasn't really any defending ourselves--we had made a lot of noise and it was a bit too late, but the frustrating thing was that she told us as we were trying to apologize that we "always ask for forgiveness"--this is literally the second time she has ever interacted with us. The entire time, she was pregnant (obviously, that's not really something that changes in the course of conversation) and smoking a cigarette. She also began yelling unreasonably loud, which undoubtedly awoke more people. Several minutes after her tirade, a Russian man came over and yelled at us in Hebrew that he would come with "all of his friends" and "fuck us up" we "sons of bitches" if we made noise again. He proceeded to slap Simon on the face a small bit in a typical Eastern European way. All in all, it was pretty great.
Monday was a hike near the Dead Sea along a fault line, I think called "Rom Izrach." It was nothing particularly special, and kind of paled in comparison to the Mitzpe Ramon hike I had gone on so recently. In fact, the best part of the hike was afterwards, when Eli took me and Miki out to lunch at the only falafel place I still hadn't been to in Arad.
Later that afternoon, Nathan and I went to the police station to report our stolen bikes. While we were waiting on the officer, a Sudanese man I knew from the gan came in. Right before the officer saw us, he got into an argument with the Sudanese man that basically went like this:
Sudanese guy: "My landlord keeps cutting my lock on my door and I don't know why."
Officer: "Stop coming here, go see a lawyer."
Sudanese guy: "I did, he said to come here."
Officer: "LEAVE. Stop coming here every day!"
Officer Moses then proceeded to see us. Needless to say, I already had a bad impression of him, and this was only furthered when he could not possible comprehend how I could have an Israeli citizen identification number (תהודת זהות) without having a certificate of identification. We eventually moved past this and he yelled at Nathan and I about things he didn't entirely understand while trying to get the information he needed for the report. In the end, we finally got out with stolen bike reports, which was all we needed, but it was a highly unpleasant experience.
Tuesday was my last day at the gan. It was pretty sad but also a lot of fun--I played with many kids, throwing them around and putting plenty to sleep. At one point in the day, they all came and suddenly were very interested in me (as sometimes happens), so I taught them how to count from one to ten in English, Hebrew, Arabic, and Spanish. I also bottle-fed a one-month-old and exchanged numbers with Cecilia. Near the end of the day, these people came in and sang Purim songs with all the kids, which was nice but interesting--it's almost as if they are forcing the Jewish culture on these Christian kids just because they live in Israel. It was good fun, though, and I got to keep a hat which I ended up using for my Purim costume.
A note: Purim is a celebration of the Jews not being killed many many years ago. It's observed similarly to Halloween in terms of costumes, but heavily favors drunkenness. If you'd like to know more about it, I would love to talk with you sometime, my webcam mysteriously works again. ;)
Wednesday was a free day to clean up the apartment, so naturally we slept in late and did almost nothing. In the afternoon, we went to the Marva ceremony to celebrate everyone graduating from the program. Unfortunately, both of my roommates who were in it didn't graduate--Jake ended Marva in fiasco when he snuck out and made his way back to Arad after the first week only to receive the best volunteering (Masada), and Ben got kicked out literally 3 days before the program was over because a mefakedet (commander) asked him to pull his pants up and he, on his way to the bathroom, pulled them down. Normally this wouldn't be grounds for dismissal, but it happened in front of the head commander at the base, so he got kicked off.
The ceremony itself was disappointing, to say the least. It was fairly cheesy and involved the Marva kids doing the same thing over and over again. It was also long, with many speeches that weren't particularly interesting. Still, it was nice to go to Ben Gurion's grave in Sde Boker, and it was worth going and supporting everyone who graduated.
Thursday I went to do some laundry at the coin place in Arad. That night, Scott, Nathan, and I left for Tel Aviv. We were going to go to a MASA event and see the band Subliminal play, but ended up going to Bat Yam and then Tel Aviv for Ohad's birthday. It was raining most of that night. We went to the English Pub for a while and then on the ride home Nathan got into some very funny shenanigans. :P
On Friday we woke up late and went to the shuk in Yafo (שוק הפשפשים), the "Flea Market." We didn't end up buying anything (we were looking for sunglasses, flannels, or possibly jackets), but we did go to the most amazing place in the port. It's this giant green hill overlooking the ocean, and easily one of the strangest parks I've ever seen. I went there one time when we lived in Bat Yam, it's an amazing place. When we got back that night, the three of us got invited to Lior's house for dinner. This was, of course, delicious and an excellent time. Afterwards, we went to a Purim party in North Tel Aviv with Lior and some of her Israeli friends. Frankly, this sucked--I was excited to go out with Israelis, but the atmosphere of the club just ended up being terrible. It was too light and the DJ was terrible (he just had an iPod). We returned to Bat Yam late that night and it was raining heavily. :)
On Saturday we woke up late and went to lunch at the mall, where we met Ansakew. an Ethiopian who we met at the Be'er Sheva race. He and his family moved to Israel five years ago from their small village in Ethiopia. It was really interesting to speak to him and hear his story. In his family's village in Ethiopia, they literally had no semblance of modern society--when they saw planes flying overhead, they were confused and afraid. Now Anaskew is just entering the army and is a soldier teacher at schools in Bat Yam, meaning that he talks to the kids about what to do in emergency situations. I actually sat in on a class with a soldier teacher one time when I was volunteering at Moshe Sharet school and it was fairly interesting. All the kids had workbooks that gave them instructions about how to survive a fire, a bombing, etc. It's a revealing slice into Israeli society.
After that, we went to the beach for a while to hang out with some people. Then we went to the Hangar to get some clothes (I ended up getting a pair of plaid shorts, the first ones I've gotten in a while). Scott and Nathan stole something like 4 pairs of novelty boxers by wearing them in the changing room and then leaving. That night was a big Purim party in Tel Aviv that was very crazy. I went dressed up in the ridiculously small sweater that had shrunk in the Arad laundry.
Sunday morning we woke up late and returned to Arad. Nathan, Simon and I watched Memento that night (yet another excellent movie that I highly suggest).
On Monday we had an end of trimester party at Max, a shady and essentially unused bar in Arad. I made a video for the madrichim about two hours before the party that ended up being pretty funny, surprisingly. The party was good, and Eli and I drank some together as we both opened up to each other. Since Arad was ending, all of the madrichim were much friendlier and opener than they had been the entire time.
Tuesday morning Nathan and I woke up very early to go to the observation point for sunrise, something I have been meaning to do for all of Arad. It was absolutely amazing, and we got some gorgeous photos before leaving. We spent most of the rest of Tuesday cleaning--Eli came over and had pizza for lunch with us (that he bought!), and a couple hours after that he took his entire madrich group to a park near our apartment to have a picnic. It was quaint and a fun way to end everything. We got into a giant spaghetti fight, which was a lot of fun. After this, Sheizaf 19 went to the mall to get our customized apartment t-shirts. I will put up a picture of them soon, but essentially the front has 7 guys (us) chasing a shopping cart down a hill (for the time that we pushed a shopping cart down our street), and the back has the Young Judaea symbol and all of our names written in Hebrew.
That night we didn't do anything very exciting--we went to the bar Cadim and then came back home.
This morning, I woke up and felt quite a bit like P. Diddy. We loaded our things into a truck and got on a bus to Jerusalem.
And now we are here. I am in an apartment at the off-campus facility, a building known as Derech Hevron 80. It's about a 5 minute walk from campus, and, while the apartments here are not as nice as the campus ones, they are still pretty nice, and I'm in a dream apartment with Scott, Nathan, Jake, and Andrew. We met our madricha, Emma, who is British (meaning we have had tremendous fun making fun of her accent) and ate pizza on campus before going shopping for the first time.
Jerusalem is so beautiful. It sucks that Year Course is 2/3rds over with, but I truly believe that these last three months here are going to be phenomenal. The end of Arad is not so sad as it was in Bat Yam because we weren't leaving people behind, and to me it only signifies the beginning of a great ending. I'm so excited, I just don't want to miss out on the opportunities presented to me here.
I would love to talk to you sometime, my webcam works again! I hope all is well with you, and can only hope to be writing more often now that I'm living a more regimented lifestyle again! Take it easy!
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