"We'll talk about the options."

That is what my mother said to me during our pleasant conversation when she called me and I cried to her about the few grades that have been posted. I failed some, I did "passing but not by much" in another, okay in the third, and the ones I am confident in are not posted. I can't do this school thing anymore. I started hysterically crying in Devora's apartment (I was by myself) after seeing my grades. I am so angry and disappointed with myself. I wish I could be motivated and do well in school. It's never been my strong point.

Enough with that.

Rabbi Miller called me tonight and told me that he is "sending me to the big leagues." I asked him what that meant. He told me that he wants me to do ebbing. For those of you who don't know, ebbing is the time before havdala where (as Rabbi Miller said it) "you can really feel the Shechinah." I am asking around to see if anyone has really soul-string-pulling stories for me to tell. The kids know me as a crazy girl, so I hope to make them see my more serious side. We'll see. Rabbi Miller's wife usually does it and she is amazing, but she is not doing it this time (duh). Rabbi Miller said that she is backing the idea (of me doing it), so he can't argue. I know I'll be nervous, but I am kind of excited.

I got to see Amy today in Sephora and I got to spray myself with Burberry Brit so I could "smell rich", as I like to say. I am giving Erica money to get me the perfume from the airport because she is going to Israel next week. I wish I was going. What can you do?

That's all for now. I am going to look over my Hebrew stuff one more time before the final tomorrow morning. After the final, I am going to drop my stuff off at Dena's and we're going to get manicures ,then we're going to get a Chinese bus home. Yay! I am not looking forward to the "talk" with my parents, but whatever. At least I can look forward to the Shabbaton. Woohoo! Maybe I'll get a haircut tomorrow. Hmmm...

Good night!