What if people say Rebecca's not good enough to be in the Constitution?
I've gotten my first few job rejection e-mails this week, I might have had a potential interview fall through, and getting the title of my new car transferred was more expensive than I'd thought. Normally I would be more depressed over this, but bike riding, writing fanfiction, and going to temple have helped. I went to my first Tu Bish'vat seder last night and ran into the old neighbor lady I grew up next-door to. She was so surprised when I told her that I still had that terror of black dog who used to run through her yard. (Even if he isn't really black anymore and hasn't run anywhere in years.)
I still like my new haircut. I have actually taken to straightening my hair, which may seem ridiculous, because if you know me, you know my hair's straight as a pin and has zero body. But the last time I had short hair, it did this weird clumpy thing whenever I wore it down; I've had a little of that this time, but straightening makes it much smoother. And since it's so short and thin, it takes less than ten minutes to straighten.
After Torah study this morning, I had my first unofficial meeting with the local rabbi re: me converting to Judaism. I was so nervous I could've puked. The rabbi is in town maybe twice a month, so I don't know him nearly as well as the lay leaders. I'd never really even met him before today. He asked a lot of questions. Why do you want to convert? How old are you? Are you married? What faith were you raised in? (Well, if you would call heathen a faith...) How does your family feel about your desire to convert? How long have you been coming to temple? Where are you from? Where do you work?
It was all a little deer-in-the-headlights for me. "Um, well, Rabbi, I already have a Hebrew name and dark hair and a big nose [all true, by the way], so I think I'd fit in pretty well here, right? I mean, I have, like, always to be persecuted for my faith!" Don't worry, I didn't really say anything that offensive/stupid, but I do wish I'd been more eloquent. He ended our conversation with, "Well, we'll have to continue talking about this." Oh, and the e-mail that I sent him back in December, that I worked so hard on, that answered a great number of those questions? Apparently, he never got it. *headdesk*
Two weeks in 2011, I have (so far) stuck to two of my New Year's resolutions! I fell off the wagon on the third one, but I hope to get back on board soon. That is all.