Oh Israel

"Well it's Israel." 

For some reason I have found myself saying that a lot lately. Most recently about five minutes ago... Over the past three or so days, I have been on a mad internship hunt. I signed up for the internship class and got an internship with a researcher I was really excited about. Cool. Well it's Israel. Two days after I heard from her, I found out she didn't need an intern afterall. But they were signing me up with my second choice. Cool. So I got all ready to start and the day before I was supposed to meet her, turns out SHE doesn't need an intern either. So now I am left with the very last researcher available (all the other intens had been placed). He is studying widows. Interesting, but not 8 hours a week interesting (to me at least). So I thought, maybe I should do something besides an internship. WELL it turns out that you can't drop classes after Thursday without getting a W (a Withdrawal) listed on your transcript- not a pretty picture. So for the past few days I have been trying my hardest to develop an interest in widows. And frantically emailing NGO's in the area to see if I could get an internship with them. Not going well. BUT... I had forgotten one important thing... It's Israel. About five minutes ago I got a call from the internship lady saying, "Oh hi. It turns out a researcher who hadn't signed up for an intern initially just walked in and asked if we had anyone available. Also he's working on a RELEVENT and INTERESTING topic (sorry widows). Are you interested?" 

WHAT IS THIS PLACE! Somehow nothing ever works out, but ALWAYS works out. I don't get it. I mean our apartment- there was no way that was supposed to work out. Everyone was really mean about it and we pretty much gave up- oh and then we randomly go to this perfect place in the perfect neighborhood with a landlord who is a professor at our school and is for some reason really invested in our well being. Another example- When I first got here I spent about two hours wandering around the Old City looking for the Church of the Holy Sepulcher. We finally gave up and decided to leave. "Which way do you think is the fastest way out?" "How about through there." "OK" Ten steps later- the Church of the Holy Sepulcher. 

Well it IS Israel.

P.S. This is just a little tid-bit for all of you who had to put up with me complaining about my roommate's unbelievably loud snoring, or heard me detailing the many beautiful nights of sleep I have had since she has moved: One of my friends (who has heard me dramatize my roommates snoring on many occasions) came in to wake me up yesterday. Guess who was snoring?.... you couldn't write this stuff if you tried.