I'M DONE

This is normally how I feel about Finals Week:

but this Finals Week I'm already partying!

I finished my last final this afternoon and lemme tell you IT FEELS SO GOOD. In celebration we spent another night at the Western Wall dancing and singing with the Jews as they welcomed in Shabbot. BEST END OF FINALS PERIOD. Now I have one week of homework-less Jerusalem and two weeks of Christmas bliss at home to look forward too. With only one week left, I'm feeling fairly ambivalent. I'm sad to leave one of the most incredible places on earth and all the family I've found here but I just know there are so many equally exciting and awesome things in my future, whatever they may be.

In the name of posterity I'll be posting all those things I was supposed to be blogging in November in the next few days but also saying I blogged them in November. Confused? Don't worry about it, just be checking posts in the month of November.

Holy Land say what?!

I give you just one guess as to what this little piece of paper says (I am smiling with my eyes, an Asian technique developed through many muscular exercises). Need a hint? It has to do with this lovely place....

....located in this lovely city....

....with these lovely people!

If you guessed the happiest place on earth you would be sadly mistaken but not entirely off either. That's right my pretties, I AM GOING TO JERUSALEM! For those of you who don't know, I applied to study abroad at the BYU Jerusalem for Fall 2011 and have been accepted! OH MY FREAKIN' HOLY LAND. I've already hosted numerous daydreams about funny-shaped international outlets and unintelligible shop signs. What an adventure! Don't worry, I've always secretly wanted to write for a travel blog so I'll be sure to post frequently while I'm there. If I have any benevolent stalkers (or really any type of stalker, I'll take who I can get) who also happen to be filthy rich, now would be an excellent time to make yourself known. This whole trip is going to end up costing me 10,000 buckeroos. Good thing I'm loaded...not.

Harold...you dirty cheater

Usually Harold and I have a great relationship. He always patiently waits for me, no matter how late I am, and never asks questions. Except on finals week. Instead of finding a warm welcome and plenty of studying space, I find only people. PEOPLE EVERYWHERE. Harold asks, "Well Whitney, why didn't you get here earlier?" GET OFF MY BACK HAROLD. So when I go to the library - because that's what good good students who want A's on their ochem final do - instead of occupying my table all to myself right underneath the Asian Studies sign on the fourth floor, I am crammed in the last available cubicle(which goes against everything I believe) on the 2nd floor(where I generally refuse to study) in between Changing Sexual Roles in the Family and Breastfeeding and Human Lactation. I diagrammed my feelings below:



"Oh gee, really full."
"More full..."

"Soooooo. many. people."

"Why are there people sitting underneath the drinking fountain?!"

"Even the bathroom couches are full??!!!"

DISGRUNTLEMENT