Wednesday night i had my second Sheitel Class. It is an optional class where they teach you how to wash cut and style, hair and sheitels. How cool is that??!
Contrast...
After the class I convinced a few of the tougher girls in the dorm to teach me self defense.... sounds like a good idea right?? Well, basically it went like this-
Other girl speaks about different techniques
Shayne gets grabbed by a fighter 7 inches taller than her
Shayne tries to defend based on theorized techniques
Other girl counterattacks based on defense
Shayne gets beat up or thrown across the room
Shayne gets back up and tries again.
lol... it was actually really educational simply because I had never come up against genuine opposing force before. Major accomplishment for the night... Got beat up in just about every way possible. And I won't go into it b/c if i do I will probably be dragged home by my parents and chastised by just about e/o i know.... :D lol. I did learn a few really good moves from it as soon as a Krav Megaah chick stepped in to work with me on defense.
Ended up with a minor concussion, because I got thrown across the room, about which I was responsible and took myself to the doctor over. (A very hard thing for my personality to do, mind you.) They said was totally fine and I should just rest off my bruises and bumps... and that i shouldn't practice self defense again for a few days. I'll most likely start working with the krav Megaah girl on a regular basis though... after i take it easy for a few days. :}
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Sally the Camel had 2 humps
Monday the school took us CAMEL RIDING! We went to this place out on a mountain top in the middle of nowhere and met Domesec Eliezer. Who if you don't know... (because none of us did) is Abraham the Forefathers main servant [like seriously]. He was dressed in old tradditional garb and explained to us that in his time how and where they lived. Which is right on the spot where the place was built actually. We were challenged to use our superior jewish intellect and group effort to figure out how to make a tent out of a piece of cloth and some sticks. Which wasn't very complicated because there were wooden top piece things in the cloth wherever the sticks were supposed to go. Then we tied the tent down and moved on to the actual camel riding.
A lot of girls were screaming and freaking out. Someone even shreiked loud enough that she was going to die that the guy put her camel down and made her get off. I didn't really have an issue with the camel riding. My teacher commented that i rode like a queen... what she means is that I maintained my posture and didn't grip the saddle with every once of my strength :}
When the group was learning to herd stinky sheep, a bunch of us uninterested people were looking over the side of the mountain and taking pictures of how far it was until the valley in between. (Mind you, we weren't leaning directly over a cliff. There was plently of mountain sloping within walking distance that it was 100 percent safe.) The Eliezer dude told us that it was about 800 meters down. Not a ginormous mountain at all. One of the girls decided to get risky and see if it was climbable. Of course I followed. It turned out that the mountain side wan't as steep as it looked and in fact we only climbed about 40% of the way. The other 60% we basically walked. Not to say that it wasn't dangerous... but it probably wasn't too bad because the guide did know what we were doing and didn't exactly try to stop us. At the bottom we could see the tiny dots of the people above that we hadn't been able to see for most of the way down. Although we could hear them perfectly due to the awesome echo. Climbing back up prooved to be infinetely harder than climbing down and it took us almost double the time and a lot more caution. But we did it. The whole thing took us about 40 minutes tops. The camel riding had been an experience but it wasn't such a big deal for either of us. Climbing the mountain was a challenge that we both appreciated.
A lot of girls were screaming and freaking out. Someone even shreiked loud enough that she was going to die that the guy put her camel down and made her get off. I didn't really have an issue with the camel riding. My teacher commented that i rode like a queen... what she means is that I maintained my posture and didn't grip the saddle with every once of my strength :}
When the group was learning to herd stinky sheep, a bunch of us uninterested people were looking over the side of the mountain and taking pictures of how far it was until the valley in between. (Mind you, we weren't leaning directly over a cliff. There was plently of mountain sloping within walking distance that it was 100 percent safe.) The Eliezer dude told us that it was about 800 meters down. Not a ginormous mountain at all. One of the girls decided to get risky and see if it was climbable. Of course I followed. It turned out that the mountain side wan't as steep as it looked and in fact we only climbed about 40% of the way. The other 60% we basically walked. Not to say that it wasn't dangerous... but it probably wasn't too bad because the guide did know what we were doing and didn't exactly try to stop us. At the bottom we could see the tiny dots of the people above that we hadn't been able to see for most of the way down. Although we could hear them perfectly due to the awesome echo. Climbing back up prooved to be infinetely harder than climbing down and it took us almost double the time and a lot more caution. But we did it. The whole thing took us about 40 minutes tops. The camel riding had been an experience but it wasn't such a big deal for either of us. Climbing the mountain was a challenge that we both appreciated.
Beachy ;)
As I previously mentioned, Monday afternoon I took Geveret Tzipora shopping for a bunch of things she needed for her grandchildren and herself. She made sure to point out which foods were healthy and which ones weren't. And taught me to always look at receipts to make sure you weren't cheated or wrong-changed. When I dropped her off at her apartment she made sure to pack me up some dates for the way. lol... and I mean tamar not boys.
Friday Morning a friend and I woke up at 5:30 a.m. and got on a bus to the beach. Originally we missed the bus to Ashdod but made a spontaneous decision to get on a bus that was just leaving for Ashkelon. I was so excited to be wearing my new sunhat that Tante Chava bought me!!! The bus ride was about an hour and half. At the beach we walked along the shore, put our feet in the water, tanned, and I even built a sand sculpture!! We also bought ice cream to substitue for both meals we were missing. lol... it was worth it. Finally at about 11:00 a.m. we left.
When I arrived back i quickly packed up my bags and shipped out toward Nivei where i would spend shabbos with 2 friends. We were allowed to use a room in the dorms.... in the same building as Midreshet Tehilla- the Seminary I was supposed to go to but changed my mind. On Shabbos Day we ate at our Teachers house and Shalosh Seudos we ate ourselves with food we bought on friday. Really It was my most relaxed shabbos outside of the ones spent in my own dorm.
Friday Morning a friend and I woke up at 5:30 a.m. and got on a bus to the beach. Originally we missed the bus to Ashdod but made a spontaneous decision to get on a bus that was just leaving for Ashkelon. I was so excited to be wearing my new sunhat that Tante Chava bought me!!! The bus ride was about an hour and half. At the beach we walked along the shore, put our feet in the water, tanned, and I even built a sand sculpture!! We also bought ice cream to substitue for both meals we were missing. lol... it was worth it. Finally at about 11:00 a.m. we left.
When I arrived back i quickly packed up my bags and shipped out toward Nivei where i would spend shabbos with 2 friends. We were allowed to use a room in the dorms.... in the same building as Midreshet Tehilla- the Seminary I was supposed to go to but changed my mind. On Shabbos Day we ate at our Teachers house and Shalosh Seudos we ate ourselves with food we bought on friday. Really It was my most relaxed shabbos outside of the ones spent in my own dorm.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Shabbos in Sefat!
Erev Shabbos we woke up at 7:00 am to leave for our Shabbaton in Sefat. After a 3 hour bus ride, without breakfast, we went to the Kevar of the Arizal. It was a blisteringly hot day, and as much as we might have been looking forward to davening by his kever, nobody was in the mood anymore seeing as we were hungry, tired, and sweaty. A lot of the girls didn't make it up all the stairs, choosing to return to the bus until the group came back.
Then we went on to the house we would be staying at. To say 'House' would be a massive understatement. It was no house. It was a stunning mansion filled with beautiful mirrors, chandeliers, and mehogony funriture. The rooms had tons identically made beds like a hotel... but the cool thing was that the beds were all high risers so that the place could be reconverted into a regular house at any time. My room had 5 beds out but it would regularly have had a bunk bed and a single bed.
We all quickly called showers and started to prepare for shabbos. Of course I was running around like crazy trying to figure out which of my choir girls would still be joining us in presenting that night. It ended up being myself and 2 other girls and we made fast improvisations to the songs.
Friday night we went to the shul of my roommates father. Rav Weingatt's shul, Mekarev. I have to say it was the most beautiful davening I had ever heard. It was hard to see but I heard that the men were also dancing the whole time. The atmosphere itself was very uplifting.
Afterward we enjoyed a beautiful catered shabbos meal at the mansion. We heard speeches, the choir presented, we sand zemirot and then we had a panel discussion followed by Oneg (more food). Me and a friend went for a long walk through the old city of sefat and tried to count the steps from the top to bottom. We got to 202, which was about half way, before we had to run and lost count. We got back just in time for curfew and stolen cholent. :D
Shabbos day we again ate at the mansion and then had a game followed by a tour of the old city which i missed due to exhaustion. I didn't regret it too much though since I had litteraly scaled the place the night before and I plan to go back with my roomate some time in the year.
Havdala was done by a NaNach (a guy who followes Ooman [Rabbi Nachman]) who told us a whole story with a guitar and acting and everything first. Then he sang the most beautiful Havdala I've ever heard.
After Shabbos we all packed up and boarded the buses once again... this time homeward.
Then we went on to the house we would be staying at. To say 'House' would be a massive understatement. It was no house. It was a stunning mansion filled with beautiful mirrors, chandeliers, and mehogony funriture. The rooms had tons identically made beds like a hotel... but the cool thing was that the beds were all high risers so that the place could be reconverted into a regular house at any time. My room had 5 beds out but it would regularly have had a bunk bed and a single bed.
We all quickly called showers and started to prepare for shabbos. Of course I was running around like crazy trying to figure out which of my choir girls would still be joining us in presenting that night. It ended up being myself and 2 other girls and we made fast improvisations to the songs.
Friday night we went to the shul of my roommates father. Rav Weingatt's shul, Mekarev. I have to say it was the most beautiful davening I had ever heard. It was hard to see but I heard that the men were also dancing the whole time. The atmosphere itself was very uplifting.
Afterward we enjoyed a beautiful catered shabbos meal at the mansion. We heard speeches, the choir presented, we sand zemirot and then we had a panel discussion followed by Oneg (more food). Me and a friend went for a long walk through the old city of sefat and tried to count the steps from the top to bottom. We got to 202, which was about half way, before we had to run and lost count. We got back just in time for curfew and stolen cholent. :D
Shabbos day we again ate at the mansion and then had a game followed by a tour of the old city which i missed due to exhaustion. I didn't regret it too much though since I had litteraly scaled the place the night before and I plan to go back with my roomate some time in the year.
Havdala was done by a NaNach (a guy who followes Ooman [Rabbi Nachman]) who told us a whole story with a guitar and acting and everything first. Then he sang the most beautiful Havdala I've ever heard.
After Shabbos we all packed up and boarded the buses once again... this time homeward.
Drive 4 Purpose
On Monday, instead of having a tiyul, we had a day to prepare for the shabbaton. Each person was either put in charge of a committee or put in one. I was in charge of a choir presentation, and so my commitee was just basically looking for pretty but not so well known songs the whole day.
Fun story... Thursday I called both of my chesed families to ask if either one of them needed me, and as it turned out, both had other things going on and I didn't have to come. This made me very happy because it gave me the much sought after time to read and do laundry. Unfortunately, trivial things loose their glamour in so short a time and after about 3 hours, I got really bored. So I decided to take a walk. I walked for near an hour when I came to rest on a bench opposite the central bus station. Close enough to observe the unsuspecting people running by, minding their own business, and far enough not to be seen. Somehow this form of entertainment seemed to only intensify the boredom.
When it seemed there was no hope for my mood, I remembered something one of my teachers said in class that week. His class was all about distinguishing fantasy from reality, and revealing society for what it is... He explained that just like hunger is a signal of the Neshama to eat (not a cheeseburger like on the commercials, but certain nutritious foods that we know we should eat) and thirst is a signal for water (not soda or gatorade) so too, boredom is not a state of being... its a signal. Boredom is a signal for purpose. When the Neshama is crying out to do something- to do good deeds, the person feels bored. As he so plainly put it "What happens when you eat when your bored? now your full and bored." It's not that we have nothing to do... its that we don't want to do anything. We are reaching out for PURPOSE.
Once I realized this, I felt happier. I understood that the reason for my boredom was missing chesed, and that I now needed to find a chesed to do. I quickly set off back for the seminary, assuming that I could probably find someone who needed help with something there. My opportunity came sooner than expected when I met an old woman stooped over and pulling a shopping basket behind her. I went over to her and asked if I could help her out. She asked me my name and told me she was on her way to the Center right next to the Tachana and that usually her grandchildren go shopping with her but everyone had been too busy that day. I knew right away that Hashem had sent me a unique opportunity to do chesed right then and I wasn't going to let it pass me by. On the way to the Center I learned alot about Geveret Tzipora and she about me. She even told me that we should only speak hebrew between us so that I will learn to speak it very quickly. She is a really smart and exceptional woman who takes care of her family and grandchildren even though it is hard for her. It was so clear to each of us that this was a shidduch Min HaShamayim. It also turned out that she lives only a few minutes walk from the seminary. When we got to her apartment we exchanged numbers and said goodbye with the promise to do it again in the future. Which we did on the following Monday.
Fun story... Thursday I called both of my chesed families to ask if either one of them needed me, and as it turned out, both had other things going on and I didn't have to come. This made me very happy because it gave me the much sought after time to read and do laundry. Unfortunately, trivial things loose their glamour in so short a time and after about 3 hours, I got really bored. So I decided to take a walk. I walked for near an hour when I came to rest on a bench opposite the central bus station. Close enough to observe the unsuspecting people running by, minding their own business, and far enough not to be seen. Somehow this form of entertainment seemed to only intensify the boredom.
When it seemed there was no hope for my mood, I remembered something one of my teachers said in class that week. His class was all about distinguishing fantasy from reality, and revealing society for what it is... He explained that just like hunger is a signal of the Neshama to eat (not a cheeseburger like on the commercials, but certain nutritious foods that we know we should eat) and thirst is a signal for water (not soda or gatorade) so too, boredom is not a state of being... its a signal. Boredom is a signal for purpose. When the Neshama is crying out to do something- to do good deeds, the person feels bored. As he so plainly put it "What happens when you eat when your bored? now your full and bored." It's not that we have nothing to do... its that we don't want to do anything. We are reaching out for PURPOSE.
Once I realized this, I felt happier. I understood that the reason for my boredom was missing chesed, and that I now needed to find a chesed to do. I quickly set off back for the seminary, assuming that I could probably find someone who needed help with something there. My opportunity came sooner than expected when I met an old woman stooped over and pulling a shopping basket behind her. I went over to her and asked if I could help her out. She asked me my name and told me she was on her way to the Center right next to the Tachana and that usually her grandchildren go shopping with her but everyone had been too busy that day. I knew right away that Hashem had sent me a unique opportunity to do chesed right then and I wasn't going to let it pass me by. On the way to the Center I learned alot about Geveret Tzipora and she about me. She even told me that we should only speak hebrew between us so that I will learn to speak it very quickly. She is a really smart and exceptional woman who takes care of her family and grandchildren even though it is hard for her. It was so clear to each of us that this was a shidduch Min HaShamayim. It also turned out that she lives only a few minutes walk from the seminary. When we got to her apartment we exchanged numbers and said goodbye with the promise to do it again in the future. Which we did on the following Monday.
It's Raining its Cheshvan
So, a cool thing was that it rained on Rosh Chodesh Cheshvan... how awesome is that??! It was a really encouraging thing b/c it demostrated so clearly the fact that there is a Seder in the world and that every little detail is orchastrated and cared about by G-d.
One of the girls in the sem was really cute about it. When she saw the rain she went running outside soooo excited and came back in all dissappointed. When I asked her why she was down she said, '"you always hear that when it rains in Eretz Yisroel all the people come out and dance in the streets... but there was nobody outside dancing." lol, i seriously wanted to pinch her cheeks. :}
That Shabbos we were able to get a large enough group together to stay in the dorm for shabbos. After having to go out and find places to stay and eat all the Chaggim a lot of girls were glad to just be able to stay in. We ended up with about 30 girls more than anticipated.... which didn't do so well for the food situation. Luckily we are not animals- well actually, to be honest, that is not entirely true for the whole group. But never fear, we managed and e/o was happy.
Motzei Shabbos we had a Melava Malka at our Eim Habayit's house. We played a game, and ate food, and sang. And then since it was such a beautifully cool night some of us did the hour long walk back to sem.
After we came home, there was a Sefat Shabbaton Breakout. Where we made a mock shabbos meal... which had us all rolling on the floor laughing. Then when our stomach's couldn't take anymore abuse, we decided to play freeze and justify. And to sum it all up, we were all crying with laughter the entire hour. I was taping it with s/o elses camera. All the shtick i can remember at this point included... our mock bubby being chased around the room by the mock tatty with a stick, a belly dancer, a bipolar chick, obama, hippies, and scary chassidish men.
lol. I'm sure you get the picture. :D
One of the girls in the sem was really cute about it. When she saw the rain she went running outside soooo excited and came back in all dissappointed. When I asked her why she was down she said, '"you always hear that when it rains in Eretz Yisroel all the people come out and dance in the streets... but there was nobody outside dancing." lol, i seriously wanted to pinch her cheeks. :}
That Shabbos we were able to get a large enough group together to stay in the dorm for shabbos. After having to go out and find places to stay and eat all the Chaggim a lot of girls were glad to just be able to stay in. We ended up with about 30 girls more than anticipated.... which didn't do so well for the food situation. Luckily we are not animals- well actually, to be honest, that is not entirely true for the whole group. But never fear, we managed and e/o was happy.
Motzei Shabbos we had a Melava Malka at our Eim Habayit's house. We played a game, and ate food, and sang. And then since it was such a beautifully cool night some of us did the hour long walk back to sem.
After we came home, there was a Sefat Shabbaton Breakout. Where we made a mock shabbos meal... which had us all rolling on the floor laughing. Then when our stomach's couldn't take anymore abuse, we decided to play freeze and justify. And to sum it all up, we were all crying with laughter the entire hour. I was taping it with s/o elses camera. All the shtick i can remember at this point included... our mock bubby being chased around the room by the mock tatty with a stick, a belly dancer, a bipolar chick, obama, hippies, and scary chassidish men.
lol. I'm sure you get the picture. :D
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
and his name was Catul...
Funniness.... its been a while. :D I have more than a Megilla to write, so I'll try not to go too much into detail.
Deep quote that states the obvious but is generally overlooked- "A relationship is only as strong as the one that loves the least." Rav Noach Weinberg
And just an cute quote I found from I don't know where- "G-d doesn't give you the people you want- He gives you the people you need. To help you, to hurt you, to love you, to leave you, and to make you into the person you were meant to be."
Okay, starting from 2 weeks ago-
On Sunday we had an aerobics class.... which I conveniently missed on account of doing my laundry (which, for your information, I do by hand since its so expensive here). But afterwards I went down and learned some cool gymnastics from a girl who is really awesome.
On Monday we went to Ir Dovid, the location of Dovid Hamelech's palace, to go caving. We hiked through waist deep water (which is more than likely not waist deep on anyone else besides me) in an underground tunnel in the stone. We sang the whole time and that helped the girls who were really clausterphobic. In some places the ceiling was so short, I even had to crouch. the entire length of the cave was a 40 minute walk and the width was barely a small man's width throughout. One way or another it was a lot of fun.
Tuesday me and my roommate went in search of a horse farm she had heard was nearby. Much to our delight we found it and spent some time petting them. There were also all the other basic farm animals there. And even some not so basic ones.... like the donkey. Eehaw!!
Oh- did I mention that I have begun learning French. I am learning Hebrew as well, but that is a given. We have girls here from Montreal and from France. They are having a lot of fun teaching me their language and I have figured out that as long as I am actually using it, all the skill I need is memorization.
On Wednesday my roommate, one other girl, and I all went back to the horse farm. While we were there we met the owner of the farm. He is an old man with a small family that built the entire farm and his house with his own hands when he came to Israel. While we sat and talked to him we had the chance to get acquanted with his kittens. One of the girls I was with jokingly said "Can I keep him?" and much to our surprise the old man said Yes! He even told us how to take care of it. We discussed it among ourselves, and of course reason was tossed to the wind as unsatisfyed childhood dreams resurfaced from decomposed graves. We had always wanted pets.... and it was housebroken.... I don't think its even necessary to say that we took it home.
We figured our biggest challenge was going to be getting the kitten up the 4 floors and into the room without anyone noticing anything amiss. (We didn't factor in the fact that I am allergic to cats and that we aren't allowed to have pets.) Once there, we could keep the door shut and nobody would know. We named it Catul... derived from the hebrew word for cat- Chatul... and made him a bed and litter box and gave it dinner. It was a top priority secret so by that night, naturally, everyone knew about it. Well, not everyone. Not the girls who we knew were even the slightest bit afraid of them. Although we did have a few close calls... Like when we put a 'forbidden to enter without knocking' sign on the door and everyone was convinced we were hiding something. Luckily, at the time that they pushed there way through the door looking for the boy, Catul was sleeping in my lap and I was reading a book over his head... making him invisable. lol But all night, the sympathizers and animal lovers were hanging out in our room.
At about 11:30 at night, nearly an hour after curfew, the Am Bayit... who has been suspicious about our room since day one (on account of the many secret missions we carry out from within our silent 4 walls) :} came to visit our room. I basically shut the door on her face and then went out to talk to her..... the conversation went something like this:
"Hi!"
"What is going on in that room??"
"Nothing.... absolutely nothing... why would you think s/t was going on?"
"Haha, very funny, what is happening in that room??"
"Okay okay, we sort of got a rabbit."
"A... rabbit.... like a live rabbit?"
"um..."
"Wait, you seriously have a live rabbit in your room??!!"
"um... well... its a little bigger than a rabbit"
"... a little bigger than a rabbit. What does that mean?"
"well, its not exactly a rabbit..."
"I'm not getting it."
"Okay, we sort of have a kitten."
"Your joking."
"emhem... no i'm not."
"You brought a live cat into the dorm?? into your room??"
"um, yes."
"Let me see it."
"Be my guest."
So the end of the story is that she sympathized, because she likes cats.... but she made us get rid of him anyways. Right away. So I got to break curfew to walk the cat back to the farm, he never made it though, because my friends cousin wanted him and came to pick him up.
And so ends the saga of Catul, a dream fulfilled and then taken away before I really got a chance to appreciate it. lol.... :) it was still fun.
Deep quote that states the obvious but is generally overlooked- "A relationship is only as strong as the one that loves the least." Rav Noach Weinberg
And just an cute quote I found from I don't know where- "G-d doesn't give you the people you want- He gives you the people you need. To help you, to hurt you, to love you, to leave you, and to make you into the person you were meant to be."
Okay, starting from 2 weeks ago-
On Sunday we had an aerobics class.... which I conveniently missed on account of doing my laundry (which, for your information, I do by hand since its so expensive here). But afterwards I went down and learned some cool gymnastics from a girl who is really awesome.
On Monday we went to Ir Dovid, the location of Dovid Hamelech's palace, to go caving. We hiked through waist deep water (which is more than likely not waist deep on anyone else besides me) in an underground tunnel in the stone. We sang the whole time and that helped the girls who were really clausterphobic. In some places the ceiling was so short, I even had to crouch. the entire length of the cave was a 40 minute walk and the width was barely a small man's width throughout. One way or another it was a lot of fun.
Tuesday me and my roommate went in search of a horse farm she had heard was nearby. Much to our delight we found it and spent some time petting them. There were also all the other basic farm animals there. And even some not so basic ones.... like the donkey. Eehaw!!
Oh- did I mention that I have begun learning French. I am learning Hebrew as well, but that is a given. We have girls here from Montreal and from France. They are having a lot of fun teaching me their language and I have figured out that as long as I am actually using it, all the skill I need is memorization.
On Wednesday my roommate, one other girl, and I all went back to the horse farm. While we were there we met the owner of the farm. He is an old man with a small family that built the entire farm and his house with his own hands when he came to Israel. While we sat and talked to him we had the chance to get acquanted with his kittens. One of the girls I was with jokingly said "Can I keep him?" and much to our surprise the old man said Yes! He even told us how to take care of it. We discussed it among ourselves, and of course reason was tossed to the wind as unsatisfyed childhood dreams resurfaced from decomposed graves. We had always wanted pets.... and it was housebroken.... I don't think its even necessary to say that we took it home.
We figured our biggest challenge was going to be getting the kitten up the 4 floors and into the room without anyone noticing anything amiss. (We didn't factor in the fact that I am allergic to cats and that we aren't allowed to have pets.) Once there, we could keep the door shut and nobody would know. We named it Catul... derived from the hebrew word for cat- Chatul... and made him a bed and litter box and gave it dinner. It was a top priority secret so by that night, naturally, everyone knew about it. Well, not everyone. Not the girls who we knew were even the slightest bit afraid of them. Although we did have a few close calls... Like when we put a 'forbidden to enter without knocking' sign on the door and everyone was convinced we were hiding something. Luckily, at the time that they pushed there way through the door looking for the boy, Catul was sleeping in my lap and I was reading a book over his head... making him invisable. lol But all night, the sympathizers and animal lovers were hanging out in our room.
At about 11:30 at night, nearly an hour after curfew, the Am Bayit... who has been suspicious about our room since day one (on account of the many secret missions we carry out from within our silent 4 walls) :} came to visit our room. I basically shut the door on her face and then went out to talk to her..... the conversation went something like this:
"Hi!"
"What is going on in that room??"
"Nothing.... absolutely nothing... why would you think s/t was going on?"
"Haha, very funny, what is happening in that room??"
"Okay okay, we sort of got a rabbit."
"A... rabbit.... like a live rabbit?"
"um..."
"Wait, you seriously have a live rabbit in your room??!!"
"um... well... its a little bigger than a rabbit"
"... a little bigger than a rabbit. What does that mean?"
"well, its not exactly a rabbit..."
"I'm not getting it."
"Okay, we sort of have a kitten."
"Your joking."
"emhem... no i'm not."
"You brought a live cat into the dorm?? into your room??"
"um, yes."
"Let me see it."
"Be my guest."
So the end of the story is that she sympathized, because she likes cats.... but she made us get rid of him anyways. Right away. So I got to break curfew to walk the cat back to the farm, he never made it though, because my friends cousin wanted him and came to pick him up.
And so ends the saga of Catul, a dream fulfilled and then taken away before I really got a chance to appreciate it. lol.... :) it was still fun.
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