studiousness

I am most definitely going to be up all night finishing a written midterm on Palestinian History. I'm trying to convince my body that I'm back in Provo and it's actually only 1 in the afternoon. hmm. working? no.

current page count: 16

pages to go: at least 5. ish.

my general thoughts on this situation: 

boooooooooooooooo. 

below is an actual photograph of me, just to illustrate my distress & stuff:

(plea for assistance is in Hebrew)

 

 please note the JC uniform: hanes vneck, baggy jeans, chucks.

rant over. 

But Hezekiah's tunnel was, like, seriously SO cool. & I was allowed to wear SHORTS. & a headlamp.

photos coming forthwith.  


(stealing Lani's idea. she's smart. people always steal ideas from smart people. sometimes it's called "reinterpretation.")  soundtrack highlights: "Downtown Song" by Anberlin, "Mushaboom" by Feist, "Long Division" by Death Cab, &, perhaps the most fitting, "Fear" by OneRepublic. ( the line "can't rest even when the sun's down" seems rather apropo...)

so now, my friends both near & far, I must turn off my internet & bid you adieu. 
SHALOM OUT! 

UPDATE:

total pages: 18, 3.6 of which are single spaced

total word count: 6850

pages to go: 2, single spaced

mental capacity: depleted to a point of utter loopiness 

Linguistic Love

I love my Hebrew class here at the JC. We're starting with the basics, but instead of learning "A is for Apple," we're learning things like "Chet is for Chanukiah (the Chanukah menorah)," "Tet is for Tallit (the prayer shawl)," and "Gimmel is for Glida (ice cream)!"  It's like being back in kindergarten, only with a lot more phlegm and a healthy does of Jewish Culture. It's pretty yofi (great)!

And look what I can do!

 

I can write my entire name in Hebrew script (in green crayon, of course).

I got a gold star.