Diamond Rings

I am writing this blog when I should be doing anything but. You see, I have a final on Friday, and I kind of skipped the last five classes, and I don't really know what the first seven classes were talking about, but I don't even care at this point. 

And there are so many more important things to do right now, like tell you all about my week. First and foremost, Strange Snippets. We've got some good ones this week. 

"You make this sukkah pasul when you're in it." This was said to a child who was crying for like 30-minutes straight for absolutely no reason at all. My friend and I cracked up when we heard this. 

Speaking of friends, one "friend" said to me at a meal, "You know, I don't want your kids to be negative influences on my kids." How rude! So what if my kids steal diamond rings by the time they're old enough to walk? So what if my kids crash into their school buildings? So what if my kids get sent to the office on the second day of school? You think that's a bad influence?!

Next one came up during a faskinating conservation about the many differences between Israel and America. One such difference, said so eloquently by the husband of the family we were staying by for Shabbos, is that in America, it's called being extremist. In Israel, it's called being frum.

The family Faeven, Mikvah-jumper Avigayil (Avigoel, for those who understand), and I were by for Shabbos was very, very cute. They live in Tel-tzion, a very Israeli Chareidi neighborhood. We took a walk on Shabbos with some of the kids, and it was so beautiful. 

The kids were hilarious. The youngest girl played teacher and student with Faeven and myself, making us be quiet every five seconds. It was quite effective. She had the meanest, scariest glare of anyone I know, and she's like a third of my age. 

The two oldest boys were hysterical. We played some intense games of mastermind, and they were insanely good at it. They also sang some hilarious songs, called us weirdos every chance they got, and were just the quintessential Israeli cheder boys.

The food was so good and we had many an interesting discussion at the meals. Faeven, during one such discussion, said a wise maxim: "Every student has a good teacher." We all nodded and agreed like that made perfect sense before realizing that it makes no sense whatsoever. 

So Shabbos was so nice, and then it was Erev Yom Tov, where I was off to Neve Yaaqov to the Seiberts for Simchas Toirah. It was the most beautiful Yom Tov. During hakafos, all the little boys got together and sang, and it was so pure that it almost made me cry. 

The davening and singing was inspiring and leibedik, and the meals and food were delicious, and the company was great. One of the Seibert girls was talking about her English teacher who she doesn't exactly love, and she said that she prays for her. I innocently asked, "For what?" And she responded that she prays for her to have children so that she'll get maternity leave. Actually, she should have triplets, because then she gets the whole year off! I thought that was so funny. 

In other, completely unrelated news, what do you think is in the picture below?

Shana Aleph thinks it's a finger hat. Isn't that cute?

So, yesterday, we were studying for cybersecurity (Me, studying? Shocker, I know.) and we were all a bit tired and hyper, and we mentioned Edward Snowden who fled to Russia to escape America, and Shana Aleph said, "You know it's not safe in America when you have to flee to Vladimir Putin." And then Faeven, in the most high-pitched voice I have ever heard (which is saying something, considering I have had singing lessons before), while clapping al chait, "Oh, Mista Pootin, please grant me clemency. I'll never do it again." And then we all laughed for five minutes. 

And then, my proudest moment of the year came when Shana Aleph admitted that she has been trained to see chocolate twizzlers as stress relievers. It was a good moment. 

And now, I must take my leave. No, not to study. That would be ludicrous. How could you think so little of me? 

Goodbye, all. Hope you had a great Yom Tov, as well. 

Toodles from Hoodles!

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