Meeting the Malach

I'm freeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!! Wow, I don't remember the last time I felt this good. Oh wait, I do. About five months ago, when I finished first semester finals. The feeling that I get when I have no more finals to study for is indescribable. It's similar to the feeling I got when I last escaped prison, the, "I can't believe it. I've been dreaming of this day for my whole life; my whole life was waiting for this exact moment, for me to finally be free again."

You think I'm exaggerating? That's because you're not in Machon Tal, taking classes that rival MIT. Did I say rival? I mean beat, crushed, poned as my bros would say. MIT has nothing on us. 

Anywho, I am feeling so many happies at this moment. I just finished packing up my life into two suitcases, ready to move into second-year dorms, AKA the Palace. They have, can you believe it, a dryer! And what's more, they have air conditioning. Better yet, a bathtub. We're gonna be living like kings and queens come Sunday. 

So, that's very exciting. Now, here's the Strange Snippet of the week, said by a teacher: "Your grandchildren will be ashamed of you because you failed this class." Now, I don't want to dwell too much on this emphatic statement, but I do have some comments that beg to be said. Firstly, at least this teacher thinks I'll have grandchildren. That's nice of them. And secondly, I hope that my grandchildren don't know that I failed classes. Do I want them to think their grandmother is a dunce. Yes, she may very well be, but I'm not going to tell them that. I did not tell this teacher my thoughts. I feel like that wouldn't have gone over very well. 

For Shabbos, Mikvah-Jumper Avigayil and I did a cute Har Nof shabbaton, along with three of my friends who came in from America. For Friday night, we ate by this family who spoke mostly Hebrew. They asked us what seminary we were in, and we replied that we made aliyah single. This sparked much conservation. We were like strange specimens at the zoo. One person, a son-in-law of the family, couldn't get over the fact that we made aliyah without our families. I think we made a good impression, so much so that this son-in-law and his wife invited us to moshav matisyahu. 

Shabbos day, we went to the Lows. It was such a nice meal. We spoke a lot about chinuch and raising children, the enneagram (if any of you know what number I am, then think about it and tell me as soon as possible, because I still don't know, and I'm having an early-life crisis where I don't know who I am and what I'm doing, and it's very very bad, and I hope I don't start making bad life choices and eloping with Binyomin), kiruv, Bnos Abby, and more. 

It was a really beautiful Shabbos, which segued into a really not-beautiful Sunday. Why was that Sunday not so nice? Well, it could have a little something to do with the fact that I got a 40 on the final I took that day. Hey, at least I got that much. I left the final estimating a 10 for myself, so it went up a lot from that. 

Two night ago, Faeven got a house-sitting job and invited me and Shana Aleph along for the ride. So, from 5:30 to 1:00, we house-sitted. House-sat? Not the point. We ordered some food really late, danced a shtickle, sang some, laughed a ton, studied a bit, and just had a great time. But the best part of the entire night was meeting the Malach. 

The person who asked us to house-sit is a literal Malach. It was his daughter's wedding that night, and he was offering us food like nothing special is going on, talking about books all casual-like. He walked us back to our apartment that night at 1:30 am. Right after his daughter's wedding! And when we asked him what he does, meaning his job, he spoke about his tafkid. And it wasn't fake, either. It was so amazing. We all went up the stairs of our building in awe. I can't even describe how special he was. 

So, that was cool. Met a real-live Malach. 

Also, house-sitting is the way to go. If anyone knows anyone who needs someone to live in their house while they're not there and get paid for it, just let me know. It's like renting a house, but they pay you and not the other way around. Why does no one have this business yet?

What else? Yesterday, I went to get my poofy, floofy dress fitted for Malta's wedding. And then I went to Geula, where I got a book and a Yeshaya. Saw one of my seminary madrichot there, which was super cute. 

Um, I honestly am drawing a blank as to everything else that happened last week and this week, probably because my brain has a defense mechanism thing going on: don't think about last week and early this week. Finals are bad. The studying was bad. Don't think about it. Forget it all. 

So, yeah. I'm gonna go now. It's been nice speaking to y'all. I don't know why I say that. I'm not speaking to anyone. I'm speaking to myself, mostly. Whatever. Not the point. I'm just gonna end now, before I say anything that could get me into trouble. 

Toodles from Hoodles!