Yo fools

Big news:
1) I just got back from a field trip to Tel Aviv
2) On Sunday I have a meeting with the ministry of defense to discuss the possibility of joining the army.
3) I snapped again at the "House Mom.

Explain? Well, you have to understand this woman is a pest. She's constantly yelling at people to clean their rooms and yelling at us to do this and that. One time, 15 minutes BEFORE class, she calls my roommate and me and is liek, "WHERE ARE YOU?!?!?!?! WHY AREN'T YOU IN CLASS?????" And we're like, "MAYBE BECAUSE CLASS DOESN'T START FOR ANOTHER 15 MINUTES! WE'RE STILL IN OUR FUCKING UNDERWEAR!"

So anyway, two days ago I ate an orange and threw the peel on the groudn outside my room because I know it's good for the soil. Yesterday the peel was gone, but I thought nothing of it. So when I ate another orange, I threw the peel onto the soil again.

Today the House Mom comes knocking at our door and starts yelling at us to get ready for the tiyul, and then she starts yelling at me for putting an orange peel on the soil again. She said she picked it up from the ground the first time. She was really pissed off about it. I told her that I was sorry she felt obligated to pick it up, but that it was good for the soil to leave orange peels out, but then she got even angrier and said she didn't care and that I better not dare do it again. She kept yelling and having a fucking fit about it. Well, her tone made me kind of angry, so I stepped outside and yelled in English, "Let me get this straight--there is a pile of about 50 cigarette butts on the ground that my roommate has left, there is tin foil and styrafoam containers all over the fucking place in front of the boys' rooms....there's trash everywhere basically....And you leave all this shit on the ground, but you waste your fucking time picking up the ONE thing that is actually good to have on the ground???" She started yelling at me that she didn't care. So I yelled back, "Yeah, it's not right that you have to clean up after the ulpanists, but if you're gonna do it why don't you actually do somethign fucking useful like picking up these fucking cigarette butts instead of picking up something GOOD FOR THE SOIL and then having the fucking chutzpah to yell at me for it!" She started yelling at me that the orange peel was uglier for the kibbutz than a piece of tin foil or cigarette butts, and she insisted that I pick it up. I asked if she was going to ask that my Chilean roomie pick up her cigarette butts as well, but House Mom said No. And so I rolled my eyes and and said, "Fuck off, you crazy bitch!!!" and then shut the door.

Oh man....I'm gonna be in so much trouble.

I came back into the room and my Aussie roommate was laughing her ass off. "What?" I asked. And she told me that first of all she couldn't believe how many times I said "fuck," second of all that she couldn't believe I snapped at the House Mom, and third of all that I was screaming with a southern drawl. Well, that cracked me up. Occasionally when I get angry I yell like how my dad does and I guess that just sort of came out.

Anyway, things are good here. I'm glad I was in Tel Aviv (and will be again on Sunday for my meeting!!!!) because I went to the place where Independence was declared. We had the same guide as we had on birthright, and it was just incredible and just what I needed to hear. Oh sigh.....

And now, I'm off to get drunk with my posse. Wish me luck, people.