Swaga
It was raining here in the Holy Land. Raining and winding. Why can't wind be a verb? I think it should be. It's winding here in the Holy Land. There. If Nick from Frindle can do it, so can I. So, Wednesday's weather was a good interpretation of my mood: stormy and gloomy and cold. We had a very mean final in computers. It consisted of a grand total of three questions, one of which was impossible, and I don't think I did very well. Oh, well. There are worse things in life. Don't ask me what. Two Shabboses ago, we had a Shabbos Kallah for Chana, our friend who's getting married this week. There we were, 15 girls in an Airbnb, hoping we would all make it out alive. With 15 girls in close proximity for over 25 hours, who knew what would happen? But we all did make it out alive, and we had fun while doing it. We played fun games, talked some Torah, had some light conservations (no, that's not a typo), stayed up way later than planned, ate delicious food and d...