Jesus, what a weird feeling.
The flight went smoothly, with me being able to watch most of Dead Poets Society and a few episodes of Flight of the Conchords and Freaks and Geeks. But the strange Indian vegetarian breakfast gave me stomach aches. A lot of religious jews praying in the aisle though, but I guess I should have expected that on a flight to Israel. I got my baggage alright, except my 67 pound bag kind of carried me off with it on the carousel and almost knocked into a few people before this Israeli hipster helped me with it. He didnt say anything. The weather came as such a relief while Chicago is in the second Ice Age. The view of the hills are tremondous contrasts with the disgusting landscape of Suburbia. I believe this change of lifestyle has helped me greatly, even thus far. I still haven't found my "place" yet among everyone else, but I suppose that comes with time, ala my last post. I think what would solve my problems would be to have enough friends that anywhere I go I could comfortably sit next to them, although I suppose I should be doing that anyway in the early stages of the program. But people are aplenty and time is a-wastin' so I best be getting on. Im just worried about the added dimension of classes, but I've handled those well in the past.
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