Stay in School, 'cause it's the best

This is just a little something until I get around to writing about my trip to Turkey.

After falling asleep to the sound of bats squealing by my window and noisy Australians in the courtyard, I wake up in the morning to get ready for school.

When I leave, I walk across the street, up some steps and down a long sidewalk that takes me past a big open field of sand and garbage. There are random baby trees scattered throughout reminiscent of Mr. T's yard in Lake Forest when he tried to cut down all the trees claiming that he was allergic to them. Sometimes there's a dog sleeping in the trash, or at least I hope he's just sleeping. There is a pile of women's clothes strewn across the sidewalk. I must watch way too much "Law and Order" because when I noticed it, the first thing I did was look around for a body.

I walk past slum housing where they just throw their trash out their windows, and forget about recycling. Then I walk past a little old Russian lady who sits on the sidewalk all day long with her little dog, selling women's dresses that look like she took them from her 1982 closet. I wonder how she actually makes a living selling these things. I have never once seen anyone buy something.

I walk down a few steps through a parking lot where there is usually a guy roaming around yelling things in Hebrew with a robotic sounding voice. I like to think he's saying, "Bring out your dead!" Ala Monty Python. After discussing this with my roommate, Maytal, she informed me that he yells, "Bring out your furniture." But close enough to Monty Python.

I turn the corner and walk down the street past a series of benches where old men sit and play cards, all day long. Past the vegetable stand and a few corner stores, and turn the corner onto a side street that is somewhat peaceful. There's a strip of grass in the middle of the road with a meandering path that leads right up to the gate of my school.