Giggles

Today I got a mad case of the giggles during class. I kept thinking about the guy in front of me. No no no, it's not what you think.

He's this weird Hungarian guy.....and he looks like a pedophile. I can't really explain it, but he has the face and manner of a pedophile. Like he talks in a kind of quiet voice, but he has these big teeth and a creepy smile, and you think "Shit, that guy's DEFINITELY hiding something....like a sexual attraction to small children." And today I just thought about how creepy his voice and face and clothing and smell and everything about him is, so I burst out laughing in the middle of class. Uncontrolled laughter. I had to run out of the room, but then I fell over and ended up on the floor cackling my ass off.

I am a terrible person.

I am also a person who is STILL giggling.

Like, imagine something terrifying like a clown jumping out of a bush to scare you. You know, painted face, huge nose, frightening eyes...... Now if you could imagine this guy jumping out, you would literally shit yourself.


Anyway, class was fine. I don't think I learned anything....so that's kind of a bummer.

This morning my French friend came to me nearly in tears. She explained that she was feeling really sick and needed to go to the doctor, but that she didn't know English or Hebrew and the doctor doesn't know French. She was really freaked out and frightened (I would be too if I were in that situation!!), and she said that she begged her roommate to help her (her roommate is French but can communicate almost perfectly in Hebrew and English), but her roommate refused because she "didn't feel like it." So I ended up having to go to the doctor with the girl and doing a shit job of translating everything for everyone.

I mean, I'm perfectly happy to help, but why the hell is her roommate so much of a bitch that she can't even be helpful or kind when the nice girl is really ill? The Bitch speaks fluent French (obviously) and can communicate in English/Hebrew extremely well, so she would have been MUCH more useful than me. I'm just so fucking angry that someone could be so heartless.

On a happier note, in a few minutes I have to go the ulpan director and see if I can switch rooms. I'm now fine with my current roommates, but as I explained earlier, the point of switching rooms would be to relieve the problems between the two French girls.

Woot!

Happy Monday!