Week 1.

So Week 1 at Michve Alon is done. What a week. It was very hard needless to say. It wasn't hard physically. It was hard mentally and emotionally. You pretty much have to forget everything they tell you before going in because its wrong. If you don't demand help you wont get it. You have to literally make a huge scene in front of everyone to get help. You have to make them look bad. Thats not me. I dont like doing things that way. But I had to. They wouldnt let me see the Mishakitash until thursday. For 2 days I just cried and yelled and wouldnt do anything. It also didnt help that they refused to speak english. You MUST speak hebrew. If you dont know hebrew then you can speak english.
Getting there was unusual. I had to catch a 550am bus to Golani Junction. It was a 4 hour bus ride. Also a guy named Maxmillion from Argentina had to go there as well. He doesnt speak English or Hebrew. It was kind of hard to communicate with him because I forgot my spanish. But after getting to Michve Alon, I was proud of myself. I helped someone get somewhere without being able to talk to him or knowing where I was going. That and he brought too many things and didn't like following directions. :/ That was difficult.
Okay so we got to Michve Alon and waited for like 2 or 3 hours before being sent to eat lunch then we were separated. I went to my course and he went to his.
I got my uniform and my bag for while on base. I also got my bunk. I took a few tests then met up with the entire group. Its maybe 40 girls. Aaaaand about 30 of those girls are russian. The rest are english, french, and spanish. It was crazy. Im still learning all the rules. I have my friend Sharon who explains everything.
Basically the training is just running back and forth all day with your M16 with some classes in between. We have to be up, out of bed, dressed, beds made, and standing in Chet by 5am. If you are not in Chet in the morning it is an automatic stay for the weekend. I do my damndest to be there at 445am already to go.
We leave the base Friday mornings around 6am then its a 3 hour train ride back to tel aviv.
It was definitely a week.

The night before I was supposed to get my 550 am bus, I made a dry run to the bus station. It was good and bad. 1: I knew where I needed to go. 2: My wallet got stolen. Yay! FML.
So, yeah, that was no fun. I had to cancel my bank haopolim card which thankfully I never used. But the good thing is a very wonderful lady named Natalie found it. I got it Friday morning around 10. I was so thankful. Then I went to David's house for his birthday. I spent the first few hours with his mom. We went food shopping and cake shopping. I was so happy because I was able to have an actual conversation with her in hebrew. It made me feel so great. I was able to talk to her all weekend. I loved it. I talked to his dad as well about the author Dan Brown.
His friends came around 9 and I could speak to them a little. They loved hearing about my training. They thought it was funny. It was. But I was so tired that I was pretty much just falling asleep at the table.
Thankfully after they left around 12 I passed out. One of Davids friends Eiv said he was proud of me. It really made me feel great and respected. So thanks Eiv. :) Saturday I pretty much just spent sleeping and watching Billy Madison. Then I went back to bed and went to sleep and left the next day for week 2.