7AM: Wake up. Curse. Beat alarm clock.
7:20 AM: Actually wake up and get out of bed.
7:50 AM: Realize that I'm talking too long to get ready and need to eat breakfast.
7:55 AM: Eat breakfast as quickly as possible.
8:00 AM: Leave.
8:10 AM: Start complaining about hill I have to climb to get to campus.
8:25 AM: Hill levels off, stop complaining.
8:30 AM: Class starts.
10:00 AM: Break. Start out being social, then realize I'm still too tired to deal with people and hide in the library.
10:30 AM: More class.
11:30 AM: Break #2. Am actually able to talk coherently to people this time.
1:15 PM: Finish class.
1:30 PM: Leave campus.
1:45 PM: Start complaining about hill I have to climb back to dorms.
2:00 PM: Finish complaining, go to dorm, make/eat lunch.
3:00-6:00 PM: Do homework/argue about politics and philosophy with roommates.
6:00 PM: Dinner.
And it pretty much happens just that way, every single day. Wouldn't it be boring if every day I had the same thing to say?
Some out of the ordinary stuff happens, though. Monday night I went salsa dancing and (shockingly enough) was not so hopelessly uncoordinated that the building fell down or people had to go to the hospital. I quickly found that, although I'm clumsy enough to fall up staircases, I do have some rhythm. *Phew*.
Unfortunately, there were no attractive men whatsoever at the salsa place. Damn shame, that. Perhaps conditions will improve next week, because it's difficult to do a dance that's supposed to be sexy and fun with someone who isn't.
Friday we are going to Ein Gedi to hike, the weather is supposed to be gorgeous, and I couldn't possibly be more excited!
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