Bad news:  I don't have internet in my dorm.  Good news: I just found out that the cafe next to my dorm does.  I start Hebrew classes tomorrow, and I start my semester in late February.I was put in the second lowest Hebrew level, but the textbook for it is the same as the one I used in intermediate Hebrew, which I took before taking Hebrew lit, so I'm pretty sure I'll be able to switch out.  Jerusalem is incredibly beautiful.  It's like any typical big city except that every building is made of Jerusalem stone, which looks shiny and kind of yellow-ish when the sun hits it just right, which is where the term "Jerusalem of gold" comes from.  I met my roommate this morning for about five minutes in between her trip home for the weekend and her morning classes.  She seems nice enough so far.  There are a ton of cats on the streets, and I keep having to resist the urge to pick them up and pet them because if they bite me, I have to get a bajillion rabies shots...by law.  Yesterday, I went to the neighborhood I lived in in third grade, French Hill where I saw my old apartment complex, my old playground, and my old supermarket.  And of course, this meant that I had to buy all my old favorite foods that are particularly good in Israel: a pudding/whipped cream combo snackpack-like thing called milky, bisli (the snacks I sometimes gave out in Alpha Delt), a spice called zaatar, amazing olives and pickles, freshly made pita, and super creamy hummus that even Sabra can't compare to.  And I took advantage of finally being the legal drinking age by buying some good Israeli wine.  In short, these last few days have been a great combination of feeling nostalgia for my life when I lived here in third grade and excitement about my new life, which is slowly coming together.  And of course, I also miss everyone at home.