THURSDAY:

On Thursday, I slept in and got out of bed around 10:30. I then was productive and showered, did some homework, cleaned, and packed for the tzofiem weekend. I then went to lunch and learn and got good food and we talked about the exodus and how the 2 maidservants saved the Jewish nation. Also, we talked about Menashah being the first one to go into the water. Then we talked about Miriam. After lunch and learn I hung out with shir for a bit and she helped me write the 3 minute thing I had to talk about in front of the class. I chose to talk about my family (obviously the easiest one!) I talked about their names, how old they are, and a bit about Shabbat dinners. I was so proud of it. I then had a meeting at 3:30 with everyone in my section.

First, Joe told us how a girl from a different section went to the bathroom alone in the central bus station (in Tel Aviv.) In case you don't know, the bus station is not so nice like the one in Jerusalem. It is pretty sketchy and just huge. She didn't know she needed a shek to open the gate to get in, but then this guy gave her a shek, but he went in before her. It was the girls bathroom, but I've seen Israelis just go into the wrong bathroom for whatever reason. Not a big deal. She goes in and goes pee. When she is washing her hands, she looks in the mirror and he is staring at her from a stall and tells her in hebrew "come here." She pretends she doesnt understand him, finishes washing quickly so she could get out. After him saying this a couple of times she is about to run out when he grabs her and starts to drag her towards a stall. She hits him, making him loosening his grip, and runs out. Then our madrich told us to not walk alone and for girls to always stay together and if a guy sees a girl alone, to walk with her wherever she needs to go. It is so scary and crazy that this happened. I went into numerous bathrooms in the tel aviv central bus station alone. eeeeek. After that we met the new director of something to do with year course. Not sure what...he is a brit and he talked to us for a little. He seems nice and he was enthuseastic and bubbly. At the end he read his last entry he wrote in his journal on his plane ride home from being on Year Course years ago. I forgot to mention that he was a Year Courser and was also a madrich (he ended up married one of his co-madrichiem!!)

I then had ulpan, which was fine, but when we had to do our oral exam, it wasn't in front of the whole class. Just in front of her! It was annoying because she freaked out when I had my paper and told me I couldn't use it. Great. I spoke and she asked me different things and I thought I did pretty good. She gave me a 75. Is that a joke? A brit who didn't even practice or prepare got a 70. Also, 2 girls went together and talked for 2 seconds and they got an 85. Cara too. What the heck?! I was so pissed, she said I can do it again next class. UGH. After ulpan and waiting around for over an hour, everyone was on the bus and we headed towards Yotam's Kibbutz. His Kibbutz is the biggest dairy producing kibbutz in all of Israel! When we got there and put our bags down into the school (where we would be sleeping) we went down to where a bonfire and mattresses were set up. We sat around and then Katie and I danced in a corner to the reggae music that was being blasted. Katie also made me do my shriek a couple of times and we were all over the tzofiem just being ourselves (...crazy.) At 11 the dinner the kibbutzniks made us was ready. It was chullant but really good. My plate broke and got all over my jeans. I was going to wear those jeans for the rest of the weekend.

After dinner and hanging out, we all hung around the campfire and some people got really wasted. When we finally headed for bed in "the sleep room," (which was really smelly with so many people in it) so many drunk people kept on coming in and everyone was yelling at them. Also, katie and david did exercises and it was so funny to watch (lit up phone so it was like a spotlight.) Then this drunk brit came in and said he was going to sleep. After arguing with him, everyone just let him sleep. After him being there for like 5 minutes he starts to cough. He then pukes all over himself, his pillow, on the floor, and on someone else's sleeping bag. Katie took the initiative and helped him as he continued to puke. Then when we finally got him out of the room, there was this pile of throw up on the ground. EWWW. It smelled bad. Who was going to clean it up? All of his friends were pissed (british term for wasted) and wouldnt do it, so Katie did it. She used his pillow case and picked it up and threw it in the trash can. She said that it felt cold. She was so nice to the kid, but after he stopped puking she was saying how pissed she was and how big of an ass he was. She also yelled at his friends (in a joking way.) Finally I fell asleep around 3ish.