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Shalom, y'all. 

I just wanted to share with you the real reason why I'm writing this post right now. And it's not because I want to share with all of you what's going on in my fascinating life. I have much more altruistic reasons. Pretty much, I have been doing computer science homework for a good six hours today, and so my brain is fried. This is my break. Thank you for allowing my brain to get some rest. 

Speaking of rest, I desperately need sleep. Maybe it's my mono. Or maybe human beings actually need more than four hours a sleep a night. What a concept. 

This is the first week I'm late with my blog post, but it most probably won't be the last. School is just getting tougher, and I'm just getting stupider. Oh well. That's how life goes. 

Many things have happened since last week. I got a new phone. I got a new roommate. I got a new husband. I did laundry. I got paid for my job. I bought the most delicious dates. It has been quite eventful; I'm definitely not bored. 

Speaking of my new roommate, she's from Gibraltar and speaks Spanish. Also English, don't worry. She and I do not communicate in the Spaneesh language. That would be very hard for me and very painful for her. Our conversations would probably go something like this: Hola. Hola. Uno, dos, tres. Hola. Pedro. Tacos.

Like I said, glad she speaks English. 

This past Shabbos, I was in Qiryat Sefer with my cousins, the Fogels. It was such a nice Shabbos. I met my grandmother's sister, I spoke much Hebrew, and I was invited to my cousin's wedding on December 6th. Super excited for that. 

One of the girls in my program just got engaged. She was a part-time apartment mate in our dira for a few weeks, so we're all really happy and excited for her. 

I did a workout video the other day with my friend (mikveh jumper Avigayil) and realized something: I am very out of shape. And I hate lunges. I also hate push-ups. And squats. Oh, and breathing hurts sometimes. Pretty much, it's very funny to watch me "work out"--meaning jumping in place for a minute and then crying about how painful it is and how much it hurts. Good entertainment for my friends, though. 

In other, totally unrelated news, one of my friends eats peanut butter right out of the jar, just like me. She actually suggested that I freeze it, so I might try that soon. Isn't it great to find people who have the same likes as you? 

I am now going to have a bit of a freak-out attack. Be forewarned. 

I already took Calculus last year in Touro, and so when I heard that precalculus is a requirement for first-years, I was like, "Oh, no. I ain't doing that." So, after much frustration and many English emails to people who only speak Hebrew, I was exempt. I thought that it was the best thing to happen since sliced bread. How wrong I was. 

On Tuesday, for some odd reason, I sat in the precalculus class, just wanting to see if I remembered anything. Guess what? I didn't. And now, I'm really worried for second semester math classes, because I'm not going to know what's flying. AHHHH! 

I think I need to go brush up on my logarithm knowledge--or lack of it--and trigonometry. Just what I've always dreamed to do in my spare time. 

So, that's the story. Thanks for listening. 

I'm actually falling asleep as I write this, so I think I will go retire now. I hope you all have a wonderful rest of the week. 

Toodles from Hoodles!