the weather outside is frightful

Well its about time Israeli winter hit us! Starting Friday morning the entire country has been in a downpour. It's funny, in Binghamton I would complain about the rain "its so annoying"+"its so wet"+"when will we see the sun again?" but here I'm thrilled with the rain. Being wet doesn't bother me nearly as much and I see it as much more of a blessing. Funny how a simple change in location does that to you.
On Wednesday morning I had my meeting with the other would-be Truman interns as well as the head of the Institute and the Internship Coordinator. They were so excited to have us there and sounded genuinely sweet. After the meeting the girl who was supposed to intern alongside me and I went to the internship coordinator to inform her of our predicament. I think we kinda shocked her with the information we gave her (the professor we were supposed to intern with didn't give us at all what we had applied for nor did the work he expect of us fulfill the internship requirments). She gave us an ultimatum: we could either pick someone else from Truman and automatically get the intership, but not have a chance to meet them prior to the decision, or we could withdraw from the internship course. Rather then leap into a pool of uncertainty, we both chose to err on the side of caution and withdraw from the course.
Thursday wasn't too exciting. During the day I had class, the gym and laundry and at night I went out till about 4am (waaaaay past my normal bedtime) and was the designated sober one for a group of about ten friends. We went all over the Yerushalayim club scene. Honestly, it's not my scene and I dont really mind. I had expected to go out with one or two people and sit in a cafe or soemthing, but when the group got so large the plans changed.
Friday I took the trip to Ashdod to visit Michel, Netta and Fam. Originally I was supposed to go rapelling on Friday and so was considering possibilites in the French Hill area, but with the expected rain the trip was postponed. After the postponment I had contemplated going to a Yishuv (small town. village thing) with some friends, but when that wasnt working out I was thrilled to have the chance to return to Ashdod. Once again, Nettas cooking was amazing and the overall weekend was a blast. I also got to meet the final one of Nettas children, Maaya. And, a super duper plus was the fact that Netta sent me home with food. Score!
Helloooooo New Week. Tuesday and Wednesday are family get togethers, so I've got to go do some home work now!