Day 4: Its kind of a huge downer when it's 60 degrees in Chicago and 45 degrees here with rain and HAIL! People are slippin and are getting hit in the head with it. What's the deal nature? I wanna go to the beach. But seriously, the grey, cloudy skys are putting people down, especially after our first day of school and overload of homework. You should see my bed, more textbooks and papers on it than at home. Why did I come here again? ;) Joshin'

11 hour school days calls for a lot of caffeine. My new fixer is Wissotzky Peach tea. Hebrew, Jewish History, (J-HIST) are chill. Literally. My Physics teacher is hilarious and English, goal for that class, make him my new best friend. English is going super great when you get to write an essay discussing how you feel you connect with Jack White. But the day is a little lest than a double school day, going to take  A LOT of Peach tea to keep me awake.

Day 2: It's weird to think that while I want to go to sleep at 9 pm here because I'm so jet legged, that my friends are in their 6th period class.

I'm on the invisible/waterfall/Mapall bus. While heading towards beautiful Judean hills we passed SO MANY FRIGGIN COWS!! And a lot of nature, I still can't believe were here. Arrived at the kibbutz, looks the exact same it did 6 years ago just aged. Got our rooms and mates. Got a kick tuchas view of Jerusalem from my room along with our balcony. Later came the orientations which everyone slept through, with love. You have to understand that most of these kids havent slept in literally 2 days and we just had a 9 hour flight passing however many time zones.

FYI the internet couldn't be more horrible so I'll do my best to skype, facebook, blog, facetime, whatever. Lilah

Day 1: So far there a lot of new friends, but my only enemy is lines. Checking baggage lines, security lines, check-in lines. Immigration's going to be heaven when we get there.

JFK couldn't be more different then O'hare. Security people and TSAs are all smiles. It's a lot cleaner and emptier than O'hare, it's very very weird.

What I love about NFTY is that everyone is so welcoming and will always introduce themselves to you. At least 4 people have told me I have a Chicago accent and I'm feeling very embarrassed and self-conscious. What a surprise when I say the Canadians are the nicest people.

On the plane as we speak, flight attendant is talking in Hebrew and is going WAY to fast! Guy next to me is already asleep so I'll feel bad if I wanna go to the bathroom. This'll be a long flight....

Day -2: From 8 am until 3 pm I've been a dancing machine. Perfect way to leave school, on one of the best days of the year: Northfield Dance Day, where instead of learning, you watch modern dance all day.

I know on kibbutz tzuba there aren't any dance classes, but if there isn't at least a yoga or Pilates class, somebody's gonna get smacked. I also know we'll be army training and hiking everywhere but I gotta do my own thang!! Otherwise I'll come back to school with no technique and will look like a damn fool in the studio!

Switching subjects..THERE IS FINALLY SNOW IN THE CHICAGOLAND AREA!! How can I leave!?

Day -4: Who needs packing when there's a new episode of Criminal Minds?

Last day in classes. Got my final grades back and ZOOM I was outta there! No more school for this chica...except Friday. Technically I'm disenrolled from NT now, yay. It's kinda nice telling my teachers that assigned homework tonight, "HA, I'm not going to do your stupid homework. No need sucka!"

I've actually begun packing clothing and toilet-trees which begs the question: How the hell am I supposed to fit all my Bath&Body Works products into one bag? I'm a girl, gotta smell good. Soon enough, I expect my friends to come over and take stuff out of my bags since every time I mention packing they give me a death stare. No guys, I was just planning on wearing one set of clothes while I'm there. I'll call it "The Meg Griffin" because she'll never take off that dumb hat.

Northfield Dance Day and the NDE showcase ($5 in the Cornog, Friday 7:30, tickets at the door) That'll be my last hurrah before I leave all my wonderful friends :(

Day -5: So in 6 days I'll be in a different bed in a different country. How often does that happen around here?

So this blogging world is kinda interesting so far. I could've done Twitter, but at heart, I'm no tweeter.

Thee last few weeks have been all about GETTING STUFF DONE, CROSSING STUFF OFF THE LIST. Got enough pants? check. Did your bags come in the mail? check. Do we need to get you more vitamins? check. Is your laundry done? Room clean?  Are you disenrolled from school? Do you know your grades? Done packing? That's all no. Packing is all going to be done 2 days before I leave. How am I supposed to fit 4 months of my life into 2 rolling duffle bags that can only weigh up to 50 lbs?

Among all the chores I have to do, I'm trying to spend as much time as I can with my friends. Usually, every weekend means everybody's sleeping over at Carrie's. Where will they have to go now?? But seriously guys, you can still sleepover. it's not weird. My parents are your parents. If you don't I'll feel bad. Saturday was the last sleepover :( and tonight was the girlfriend American themed dinner. How can I leave these people?