Sometimes it is nice to stop and think about how lucky I am to be here, in Israel. My routine may be stressful, difficult, or boring at times but I get to wake everyday speaking Hebrew in the Jewish State. This program I am on now was not even conceivable one hundred years ago. I am in Israel. The Israel. Like in the Torah. The one that I learned about in religious school and one that I see on the news. Except here, on the ground so to speak, there are real modern people living their lives. They are not just an ancient civilization, pioneers working the land, or war hungry combatants. They are students with families. They too like "Dancing With the Stars" and they also sit around on Friday nights drinking with their friends.
The past two weeks have not been particularly out of the ordinary but I have been trying to acknowledge, as best as I can, how wonderful life is. Now when I want to be lazy and lock myself in my room, I don't. I get my homework done and I go out. One night I rushed through grammatical exercises to go to a concert on the lawn of the dorms and a big block party in the city. After class on Thursday I went to an Indian lunch buffet, sat around the pool, and watched an Israeli movie with my friends. I think all the little things add up. The more time I spend out there in the real world speaking Hebrew, the more I will learn.
Eight notable things since my last post: 1) I went to my first volunteer's meeting at Beit Enosh, 2) I went on a trip to Mitzpe Ramon, 3) my apartment was infested by cockroaches 4) I visited my roommate's family, 5) I sat in on classes at a dance studio here, 6) I met with the mayor of Be'er Sheva, 7) I celebrated Lag B'Omer (The 33rd Day of Counting the Omer) Israeli style and, 8) I went on a painfully awkward tour of Neighborhood Dalet (D).
Beit Enosh is a community center for the mentally ill in Be'er Sheva. I have been volunteering there for five weeks now. At the volunteer's meeting I got to listen into a debate style discussion on the role of Beit Enosh. Most of the volunteers there are psychology students. Thus, the conversation quickly turned into a discussion of if "normal" exists and if it is really possible to rehabilitate people. Is it politically correct to say that somebody is "sick" if they are struggling with mental illness? We discuss these same issues in the United States but our terminology is different and our outlook is too. I plan on, once all is said and done with my volunteering at Beit Enosh, to write my thoughts on the differences I see in their approach to help people with mental illness from a more "American" approach.
Mitzphe Ramon is a natural site I have been wanting to see for awhile. It is absolutely beautiful and a very fun place to hike. I have been missing hiking and adventures lately so it was really nice to get out. After the trip, which was organized by the Student Union, we ate and danced a bit at another one of the student villages (this one was in Dimona).
I really do not want to detail what happened with the cockroaches. I think it will suffice to say that it was disgusting and overwhelming but the exterminator came and now haven't seen a cockroach in three days.
Jordan, my roommate, invited me to her home in Kfar Saba for Shabbat. I got to walk around the city a little but with her, eat Shabbat dinner at her boyfriend's house, go out with her friends at night, and eat lunch with her family on Shabbat day. I had a really good time. It was nice to be with families and people of all ages instead of the college crowd that surrounds me here.
Visiting Bat Dor, a dance school here in Be'er Sheva, was like entering the twilight zone. The classes were so simular to the classes I took as a child. The big difference was the language. The teachers were all immigrants so Hebrew is not their first language. In the Ballet class the teach spoke Hebrew, French (for the names of the steps), English (to count), and Russian (because that is his first language). It was interesting to see how they could use so many languages at once. Most of all, it was nice to see that everywhere you go a Ballet class looks about the same. I am looking forward to seeing a performance of their elite group tomorrow.
Last, but certainly not least, I had the pleasure of meeting with the mayor of Be'er Sheva this week. We had a relatively informal conversation about the city and Israel in general. He was extremely charismatic and I really appreciated hearing his thoughts on the city.
For Lag B'Omer, a holiday falling on the thirty-third day of the counting the the Omer (I am too lazy to explain more than that so here is link to wikipedia if you are curious), I went to big bonfire in the backyard of a friend of a friend's house. We ate a traditional and delicious mix of vegetables, wine, sauce, and rice that was cooked in a cast iron kettle on the fire.
My academic tour of Neighborhood D was not particularly interesting but was very uncomfortable. We visted a couple of religious schools and walked through some rough neighborhoods for almost three hours. In true Israeli fashion, my professor openly talked about how two people were on narcotics as we stood only a couple of feet away. He also told a group of students that because they are Mizrahim (Jews from the Middle East and Africa) and not Ashkenazim (Jews from Europe) they are not really the core of the society and they could be expelled like he was. Basically, it was excruciatingly uncomfortable to be on this tour. I learned more about Israeli society from his behavior than from what I observed in the neighborhood.
I could say that my life is pretty routine here right now but I could also choose stand back and appreciate all the little things that make each day special. I am trying to do the latter as often as I can. I just list listed eight interesting things that happened on eight different days in the span of less than two weeks! My life here may not be perfect but I have a lot to be thankful for, Sometimes my efforts to be appreciative are thwarted by people trying to judge my decision to be on this program but I refuse to let them bring me down. Yes, it is weird that I have to, in essence, ignore all of the International Students who do not speak Hebrew. Yes, sometimes I cry. Yes, sometimes I wish I had more friends here. But I also know that I would never be able to learn as much Hebrew as I have so far if I was on another program. I need to think about all the nice things I am doing instead of focusing on the negatives. Life is wonderful and with a positive attitude it could be even better.