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I spent Shabbat at kressel's. I got in at around midnight, and her husband got in at around 1, and I had a very late dinner of pizza. He and I have very different beliefs about evolution. I, for one, believe in the earth being billions of years old, humans and apes being descended from a common ancestor, etc. He doesn't, and brought an alternate reading of the story of the Tower of Babel- some humans were punished by being turned into monkeys. Very interesting, even if I still believe my modern science.

On Friday kressel did a lot of cooking, and I tried to help with dishes and stuff, though in general she didn't want me helping. I also had to make a billion phone calls to set up food for Sunday Night Learning. Which I managed to do. Go me! We're having bagels.

We had time in the afternoon to go shopping, and kressel and I both ended up buying shabbas robes. http://www.challahandhats.com/mar_22_001.jpg is what a shabbas robe would look like. Not something I could wear at Penn, but for when I'm in Providence or other frum areas. It was uber on sale, 51$. Usually these things are like 100$! It needs to be hemmed. Oh, and by the way, I'm a small! Yes, a small. Not a medium, and not a large, but a small. :)

Shabbat itself was rather quiet. The kids were pretty well behaved, and at the end I gave them each a lolipop that I had picked up at the candy store [and I had bought myself 2$ worth of chocolate macabees [which ended up being 24 of them! I should have gotten 3$ worth! They're so cheap and so chocolatey!]]

Raphi and Dassi weren't planning to leave Monsey until Sunday afternoon, so I left tonight, took a bus to Penn station, a train from Penn Station to Trenton, and then another train from Trenton to Philly. Which was alright except that I had a 1.5 hour delay in Trenton between trains, and when I got back I called 898-ride to get home from 30th street, and they never came! And then all the cabs were gone. I was waiting a good 50 minutes, and had called in the middle. So I was huddled in a hobbity ball on the floor of the train station, crying because I was tired and hungry and I wanted to go home and I really needed a hug. But it wasn't like I could go up to a random stranger in the station and ask for a hug. Even coming from a cute little hobbit, it's still sketchy.

I ended up calling Mikey, who came and got me and we walked back and I was a Hobbitsicle. I owe him the soul of my firstborn Hobbit, and meal invites to every single meal I make that is not all-girls and is happening when he's around for Shabbat. Bli neder.

I still haven't eaten beyond 1 chocolate which I could have had at the station, and I got back an hour ago and I'm still online.

The girl who has everything

Once upon a time, there was a girl in my class who had everything- she was smart, pretty, thin, popular, athletic, etc.

I just looked her up on facebook, and she's going to Georgetown.

**Edit. Yes, I know, Georgetown is also a prestigous university, and prestige isn't everything. It's more like an "I beat her" for the one time in my life. Even if I only beat her by a tiny tiny bit. She beat me at everything else. Everything. She probably didn't even see it as a competition, she just had everything. She probably still does. Then again, for all I know she could be mierable at school. I doubt it.**

Hobbitsicle!

KEDMA!!!!!!!!!!!!

So on Thursday I was out on Locust Walk for 2 hours handing out Kedma*, Penn's Journal of Jewish thought, Jewish culture, and Israel. [Try saying that really loudly a billion times and see how your voice feels...]

We have a website where all of the articles are up. It's quite shiny. Take a look.

http://www.kedmajournal.com/


*We were originally going to call it "Kadima" and then Sharon made his party by that name and obviously we then had to change the title of our journal.

All it takes is 5 minutes...

So I got an A- in modern intellectual and cultural Jewish history last semester, though the paper was late so the grade was late. Up until the last time I checked Penn In Touch, I had an incomplete, which is fine, because incompletes don't hurt anyone.

I checked today, and the incomplete had changed. To an F.

How hard is it to change an incomplete to an A-? It's not like I actually got an F in the class...

I e-mailed Ruderman and Andrew, and Ruderman said he thought that Andrew had submitted the grade, but if that wasn't the case he would take care of it.

My GPA is a 3.36 right now if we count the F. It would actually be a 3.5-something with the A-.