Puppy!
I was having such a good time at "school" that I wan't anxious to get home at all- I was happy, of course, but coming home didn't have that burn that usually accompanies it when in the army.
My family presented several surprises for me upon my return. A bowl of summer fruits- peaches, grapes, apricots, cherries that I dreamed of dearly during Shavuot at the base. New curtains for my room. My sister passing her driving test (2ndtryrulez).
A puppy.
During the past 48 hours I have been reduced to no more than five minutes of normal speaking before reverting back to baby-talking the most adorable, mild mannered, well behaved little puppy on earth! Angie/Daffy/Polly/Sandy/Mandy/Pita/Tzvika (that was my uncle) Is the sweeeeeeeetest little puppy ever! Isn't she? Isn't she?
I have become mush.
In other news, I am now officially a cadet. The tests went fine; my team is made of 14 wonderful, intelligent, talented people who like getting into discussions and, get this: reading aloud the words of Hebrew songs out of a songbook if they liked the lyrics, even if they don't know the tune. Very special people.
I think things will start becoming difficult next week, when we're completely over the reception and getting accustomed. So far, it's all been very cheerful and campus-like, and even colorful- with everyone, being from myriad corps, walking around with berets on their heads, from a bird's view we look like M&Ms.
Because of the tight schedule there's hardly any time to read the paper, if we get any at all, which is quite fine by me, because it's getting uglier and scarier by the day. I was in the room with a friend when a good friend of hers, a 19-year old classmate from school, called her and, pointing out the infamous picture of soldiers crawling in search of body parts in the sand, said, "The guy in the corner turning his head? That's me."
There's a new demonstration of 'passive resistance' that I heard of - every day between 6:00-6:05PM, you flag both sides when you drive, to support pullout from Gaza. I hope by the time I see cars again, in two weeks when i'm home- streets will be blinking.
My family presented several surprises for me upon my return. A bowl of summer fruits- peaches, grapes, apricots, cherries that I dreamed of dearly during Shavuot at the base. New curtains for my room. My sister passing her driving test (2ndtryrulez).
A puppy.
During the past 48 hours I have been reduced to no more than five minutes of normal speaking before reverting back to baby-talking the most adorable, mild mannered, well behaved little puppy on earth! Angie/Daffy/Polly/Sandy/Mandy/Pita/Tzvika (that was my uncle) Is the sweeeeeeeetest little puppy ever! Isn't she? Isn't she?
I have become mush.
In other news, I am now officially a cadet. The tests went fine; my team is made of 14 wonderful, intelligent, talented people who like getting into discussions and, get this: reading aloud the words of Hebrew songs out of a songbook if they liked the lyrics, even if they don't know the tune. Very special people.
I think things will start becoming difficult next week, when we're completely over the reception and getting accustomed. So far, it's all been very cheerful and campus-like, and even colorful- with everyone, being from myriad corps, walking around with berets on their heads, from a bird's view we look like M&Ms.
Because of the tight schedule there's hardly any time to read the paper, if we get any at all, which is quite fine by me, because it's getting uglier and scarier by the day. I was in the room with a friend when a good friend of hers, a 19-year old classmate from school, called her and, pointing out the infamous picture of soldiers crawling in search of body parts in the sand, said, "The guy in the corner turning his head? That's me."
There's a new demonstration of 'passive resistance' that I heard of - every day between 6:00-6:05PM, you flag both sides when you drive, to support pullout from Gaza. I hope by the time I see cars again, in two weeks when i'm home- streets will be blinking.