Something about prodigals goes here

So Rebecca is constantly bugging me (but in the best way) to restart this blog. When I applied for Teach for America, I thought it might be a good idea! But then I didn't get in. Cue sadness. Once I had scraped myself off the bathroom floor and kicked that nasty pill addiction (kidding, I swear), I applied to a couple more similar positions and yesterday, lo and behold, I got an email! The happiest email I could have gotten, in fact. Starting in August I'll be, as it says in my profile, tutoring at a charter high school in Boston and simultaneously working to get my Massachusetts teaching license. How will I survive the winter? How will I deal with kids who are now taller and probably way tougher than me? And how on earth will I fit all my clothes in suitcases and schlep them across the country? All that and more in the future. Stay tuned. :)

I wanna be a Breakthrough student, so freaking bad

Er, hello. Someone pretty awesome called it to my attention that I should update this more. So, this is what's happened since I left Jerusalem:

I came home on the 9th, and started work, sick, jet-lagged, and PMS-ing that Friday. We had training week, and then the kids came yay! We're now in our fifth week of teaching, with one week to go and then eval week and then I am done. I can't decide if I'm happy or sad. Probably sad, because I am so in love with my kids it's ridiculous. They are hilarious and difficult and crazy and sweet and smart and just totally insane. They write poems about Aphrodite "socializing" with Ares, and skits about heroes defeating evil witches with names very similar to mine. They dance ridiculously to "Billionaire," call me Ms. Jasmine Teacher, hide in closets and do backflips. They Spirit Check like beasts, make fun of Greek names (Apollo has since become Apoyo), eat whole bags of Flaming Hot Cheetos, and debate about whether it's better to embrace technology and face the consequences, or leave technology and protect the lives of those who will get hurt. I could go on, but basically they are amazing.

:( I don't want it to be over! Except for the fact that I get paid about $4 an hour, work from 7:30 to 6:30--at least--every day at school and then come home for about another three hours of work before I fall asleep at ten. It's hot in Los Gatos, and the kids are exhausting, except then I see them every morning and it's like it doesn't even matter. I would sit through six hour staff meetings for these kids, and I'm sure I have at some point. Seriously, it's stupid how much I love them.

Basically that is my life these days. I hang out with middle schoolers, come home, write lesson plans, and then go to sleep. On Fridays I drink, and then I write more lesson plans. It's so freaking worth it though.

A Long Way Home (And Miles To Go)

I left Jerusalem today. Now I'm at my grandfather's apartment near Tel Aviv, where I'll be for the next few days, minus some trips to visit other family and friends. Then I get to come home! I am so excited. All I can think about is the awesome Chipotle and milkshakes and In n Out and Indian food and Smart Alec's and everything I will be eating. In short, I plan to come back and become grossly fat. I can't wait.

In other news...well no, that's really about it. Nothing is going on! It's kind of nice actually. I had a dream about Breakthrough the other night, so I think that means it's time to get back to work. I miss my students! But before that there is carpool/carshare drama: my brother and I have to share a car this summer if he ends up working, which I thought was happening but now he says maybe not? Also I need to find a carpool so I can save the environment. It's going not bad, we'll see.

Boy I can't wait to be back in my room again. I hope my siblings remember me. :)

We Don't Care 'Bout Your Blah Blah Blah

I've done so much in the last few days! After Tel Aviv I sat down and did some work! I mean there was a lot of procrastinating thrown in but basically I wrote my final paper for my internship class (7 pages), as well as the one page summary for that class, finished my paper for my Arab Israeli Conflict class (13 pages!), wrote my Architecture take home exam (6 pages), and did my Children's Lit exam (sort of 2 pages but then again there were some fill in the blanks too). All I have left is my final and then I'm free! On top of all that, one of my mom's best friends called about an hour ago and offered to drive me from Jerusalem to grandfather's apartment in Ramat Gan on Thursday, which means I don't have to worry about paying for a taxi! It's pretty great. Now if only I could make myself study.

I thought of more things I'm going to miss about Israel:

• The Cotel (or Western Wall to you non-Hebrew speakers). It's probably my favorite place in Jerusalem for reasons I can't quite describe, particularly on account of I'm not religious. But I don't know, I'm pretty sure I've mentioned this before but every time I go there I feel peaceful. It's like, no, I don't really believe in God but if I did, he'd be hanging out around the Cotel (while not solving world hunger problems. Come to think of it, he's probably at the Cotel instead) listening to all the people praying. Usually when I go, I say a little prayer but I also just say hello. I think it's nice. I try to be relatively casual about my iffy relationship with God, and I think it's all just more relaxed that way. I don't think I'd make a good Catholic, as much as I like their music. Moving on!
• The pancakes at Benedict. Benedict is this awesome 24 hour breakfast place in Tel Aviv and let me tell you, they have the world's GREATEST pancakes. I mean it. I mean I'm not like a connoisseur or anything but seriously these are good pancakes. The ones at Orphan Andy's in San Francisco come a close second, especially because of the chocolate chips, but these pancakes are just. Incredible. They are the best. I could go on but I think I'll save you the trouble. Go to Tel Aviv. Eat the pancakes.
• On a more serious note, my family. It is such a novelty to me to be on the same half of the world, let alone the same country as my family! It's nice to be able to call my cousins and meet up for dinner or coffee. It's really nice to be able to take a bus to visit my grandfather, the world's sweetest man, or my mom's best friends, who are basically the aunts I don't actually have. I'm really going to miss it.
• The taxi drivers. There's something very special about the cab drivers in Israel. They are always up in your business, they are always listening to the news, and they are always so stereotypically Israeli, I love it. Nowhere else could you get into a (surprisingly respectful and polite) argument about religion with your Muslim cab driver. Whenever people ask me what Israelis are like, the first thing I think about is the cab drivers. Is that odd? I hope not. I like them.

I'm sure I'll think of more. But soon I'm going home and that's been occupying most of my non-study brain. I'm mostly packed and ready to go! I get home on the 9th in the morning, which is the day of my brother's graduation. The next day, my mom leaves for Israel, which is also apparently the day I'm supposed to start work. This is problematic for several reasons:

1. I will be jet lagged. Jet lagged Jasmine as not a happy, cooperative, or peppy Jasmine.
2. My mom is leaving for three weeks and I will only be seeing her for about 24 hours after five months apart. This totally, totally blows.
3. I also have not seen my friends for five months, and, after by last summer, when I saw them a lot less than I intended, I need to make up for lost time!
4. Did I mention the jet lag? and
5. My middle school reunion is on the 11th, another day when I am supposed to be working, which means I may have to miss it (or at least most of it) for the second time in two years! I want to see my old, crazy, dramatic friends! It used to be the best part of my summer. I miss Walter, our giant librarian (literally, he's 6' 7"), and Esther our awesome math teacher (who just had the cutest baby!), and obviously all the crazies I went to school with.

So basically this is me throwing a little temper tantrum. But then again, I love love love my job and I'm excited to see all the returners and meet the new people and see my students again. I just wish I had a couple days to breathe in between.

A Mish-Mash and My Apologies

It's been more than a month since my last post. Sorry guys! But as of today my classes are officially over for the semester. I had my last Hebrew class, which I guess was kind of sad. We read little folk tales, which were very cute, and I had a great time. I'm definitely going to miss some of my friends here, but I'm still ready to go home. Plus, I got done with my tutoring an hour and a half early since the second class I help with was canceled today, so I got to come home sooner which was good because I am so tired! My friend Miriam and I have been working hard on our final paper for our Arab-Israeli Conflict class, and it's going great! We just reached our twelfth page and we have just the conclusion left to write so I'm feeling pretty good about it.

Next week I have a final on Tuesday, and then two take home finals and a paper due on Thursday and then I'm finished! I leave on the 8th, so I have about half a week of bumming around Israel before I get to come home. I can't wait to be home. I miss everything! But there are definitely things I'm going to miss about Israel, like:

• Tel Aviv. It's an awesome city and the beach is fantastic and it's basically like Israel's New York but more Israeli. Which means it's more relaxed and beachy.
• Pita and hummus all the time. There's no hummus like Israeli hummus. Except maybe my mom's.
• Speaking Hebrew with people! It's been so nice being able to improve my Hebrew, and I feel happy whenever I get to speak it. Hopefully I can keep it up with my parents, but it's so nice being in a country full of people who speak this language that I love.
• My History of Israel professor. Have I mentioned him before? He's British and really adorable and I love him. He's so funny and he's actually a great teacher, which I cannot say about all of my classes, sadly.

There are definitely other things but those things come to mind first. I love this country and I feel so lucky to have been here for so long. I can't wait to come back and experience other parts of it - there's so much I haven't seen yet! I haven't even been snorkeling in the Red Sea!

Speaking of which, last week we had a vacation for a couple days there in the middle for Shavuot. My friends and I took the bus to Eilat, which is at the southernmost tip of Israel. From the beach, on a clear day, you can see Jordan, Egypt, and Saudi Arabia! That was pretty awesome. Basically the Red Sea is the best ocean in Israel because it's incredibly clear and full of gorgeous fish and coral reefs and other amazing things. I didn't get to snorkel but I did see some of the fish and I definitely spent hours in the water and tanning. Eilat is incredible, despite being touristy and pretty much over 100 degrees every day. I can't wait to go back.

That's about it for now, I think. I will do my best to write again soon! But I love this country.

I love this country

Happy Israeli Independence Day! Actually today was Memorial Day for all the soldiers who died fighting for Israel, which was sad. I saw part of the ceremonies today in Jerusalem while I was cleaning the apartment like a good little roommate. I'm lucky enough that I don't know anyone who died in the wars in Israel, but pretty much everyone else in Israel has a brother, an uncle, or a friend who died. It's a pretty emotional day, obviously. What I think is great though, is that at sundown on Memorial Day, Independence Day begins and the partying starts. People take to the streets, drink, sing, dance, and celebrate the country they love so much. It's hard, for those families who have lost members in war, to cease mourning when the sun sets and put on their happy faces, but I actually like that it's this way. It's like we as a people are saying, "Enough. We grieved, and it won't ever really end, but enough for now. Let's turn to happier things." And then we party.

So that's what I did. I got all dressed up in blue and white and went out with friends. We had a couple drinks (delicious delicious margaritas and, for some of the guys, beers the size of my head or possibly my forearm), met up with other friends, and went to the open air market for a party. It was insane! There was this moment though, when I was dancing with two friends and we had our arms around each other and we were jumping up and down, and this group of people in front of us, who were doing the same thing but moving in a circle, saw us and opened their arms to us. In a moment, we were enveloped in this group of people we didn't know, dancing and laughing and I just looked up, smiling, and thought, "Thanks."

Vatican City, Italy 31-3-10

I just finished going through the Vatican Museum and even though I spent about three hours inside, I still feel like I didn't see even half of it! My feet are killing me and I think I'm ready for a break from museums, but it was so amazing! I saw the School of Athens fresco, the Sistine Chapel (I saw the Sistine Chapel!!), and a lot of other incredible statues, frescoes, paintings and tapestries. The tapestries were really cool. It was awesome! I can't totally believe that I've seen the originals of these works of art. It seems unreal.

This morning we got to Vatican City literally ten minutes before the Pope came out to see and address his followers. He drove around in this little car and waved at all the people and everyone was cheering and waving and I actually teared up a little! They all love him so much, and it was a little overwhelming for me to get swept up in all that emotion. I'm such a sucker for those things.

After that we did the museum and now I'm waiting for Leena, who definitely finished before me because I went super slow, but is now nowhere to be found. And of course, neither of us has a working cell phone. Well, we'll figure it out. I should probably go look for her but my feet are only just ceasing to throb. I'll give myself another minute. Maybe two.

The men in Europe are so much better dressed than American men. Like times 100. It's unbelievable. They're also better looking. I want to live here forever. In a villa in Italy or maybe France. I should probably marry very rich though; I don't think English teachers make villa status incomes. Okay going to find Leena.


Finally found Leena. After we met up (several HOURS later) we headed to St Peter's Basilica to see the Pieta. Oh my god! I mean, I don't think I gave it due reverence because we were in such a hurry but it was still amazing. It feels like...like cheating. Or something, to be seeing all of these things up close. Granted, through a pane of (probably bullet proof) glass but still. Closer than a postcard! Art is amazing. I only wish I'd realized it sooner.