I've been going through a bit of a clumsy spell. Yesterday I knocked over a chair in the cafeteria, and then later, as I was trying to sneak out of class early, I managed to spill the entire contents of my backpack onto the floor with a remarkable clatter. These things happen to me sometimes.
Am in the middle of midterms, three down and two to go. I have no idea how I did on the papers, but I think I did okay on the Arabic test, in spite of all my fears. Maybe I am learning something after all.
I haven't been up to that much lately. Went out to dinner the other night, had a few drinks with some friends last night, the usual passing of the days. But I feel satisfied and full, as if I've lived here a long time; my life has taken on an easy rhythm. I am happy, I guess.
Israel has also been pretty quiet. Kati wants me to write more about what's going on here, but the truth is I rarely know. I read somewhere that attacks on Israelis have gone down 70% since Arafat died, but that strikes me as an odd statistic. Everything else--moving along, hunkering down for winter, settling.