Well... we had to wait a little while before the actual take off. There was some trouble getting water in the plumbing on the plane (I didn't even realize that could even be a problem), so we were delayed for an hour and a half. They couldn't fix it so they decided to put bottles of water in the bathroom and let the passengers figure it out for themselves. I was just imagining the Israeli pilots and flight attendants saying to each other: (insert heavy Israeli accent here) they are going to a country that is constantly in... emm... how do you say... drought. They might as well get used to it now.
Once we got to the campus in Ramat Aviv, they gave us our keys. I carried my bags up to the fourth floor of one of the dormitories. I could not remember whether I had signed up to live with Israelis or other American students. I weighed the pros and cons of each before thinking that it didn't really matter. Whichever room they put me in is where I would be and there was no reason to worry about it. I opened my door and I found an apartment style dorm with a well stocked fridge. When I went into my room I saw the two beds, one empty and one made with a purse on it. Did they put me in a room with a girl? I was really confused: I could see why they might put two different genders in the same apartment, but the same room seemed like a little bit much. It turns out is was just a mistake. There was a girl who was placed in the with all guys, so I just moved into her original placement.
My real bedroom (check out the b-grams!) |