Bombings make me very sad

I got two newspapers this morning, the Jerusalem Post and the International Herald Tribune (which has the Ha'aretz in it) and read about the bus bombings in Beer Sheva. It was disturbing, obviously. I spoke briefly to two people who are both overseas students here from the states - I basically asked if it disturbed them or freaked them out at all. They both said no, and that made me sad. I'm perfectly okay with the fact that I'm very disturbed by what happened. It's sad because not being disturbed isn't a normal response - it can't be. I suppose the most logical explanation is that they thought I was asking if it scared them to the point that their routines would change and/or they would leave. I've taken the bus four times today already, and it's only 1:00 PM. I get the most freaked out about taking the bus when I've already gotten off of it, only because when I'm on the bus I'm too busy trying to make sure that I don't miss my stop (even though I usually do that anyway). I honestly wish I could avoid taking the bus, but the options to do so would be to take a taxi everywhere, which is outrageously expensive, or to get a moped (which is dangerous in a whole other way) or a car (which is also outrageously expensive). So it seems like I'll be riding the bus. And I'm okay with that - I really am.



Today was the first day of school and was quite an experience. I left at 7:00 and got there about quarter till 8:00. The taxi driver (I had to take a taxi for part of the way because I missed the stop I was supposed to get off to transfer to another bus) dropped me at the wrong spot, so I spent about twenty minutes (maybe even thirty) walking around looking for the school. I was around enough to get the general feel of the first day, which was the whole idea, I think. But I couldn't linger for a long time because the school is gated and there is a guard out front who was eyeing me. Looking suspicious is a bad thing, especially after what happened yesterday, and especially considering that I'll be spending three days a week for probably the next two years at this school. Tomorrow is the big meeting, and I'm nervous out of my skull. God has been and continues to be faithful, undoubtedly, but I still have the queasiness in the pit of my stomach about the whole thing. I'm going to go - I need to look online for a few different things before I attempt to open a bank account today (third attempt...we'll see if I can actually get through the doors this time - I'll be sure to let you know). Love you all!