So many thoughts were racing through my mind but my dad and I were already running late, so the only thing I could think about was what shoes I was going to wear. I put on my favorite pair of Nikes and then we were out the door. We got to my school and just by looking at my surroundings I already knew things weren’t how they were in America.
My dad had pulled up on the ledge to drop me off and the moment I got out was when I noticed something peculiar. Some boys were sitting on a bench and they were smoking cigarettes. I didn’t understand this because in America it’s prohibited to smoke on school grounds, especially when a young high schooler is doing it. I was amazed at how laid back everything seemed. Nobody was hurrying to get to class and it looked more like a social gathering rather than kids going to school. The weather was warm like always, so everyone was outside. I remember walking past people and feeling too scared to even look them in the eyes. At the time I could only speak a bit of hebrew, so the thought of someone trying to ask me something was a nightmare I didn’t want to experience. I continued looking around and I noticed there was a stand where ...
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...hing and talking about so many things and I felt like I’ve known this guy forever. I realized how different people were in Israel and that they’re so welcoming and different than Americans. Americans tend to be really awkward around strangers but with my new friends it was different, they were already making me feel like I was one of them and there was never any of those weird silent moments. We got to my house and I told Denis thanks and goodbye and his response made me so relieved. He told me he would be here with Lihi in the morning so we could all walk to school together and I couldn’t have been more happy. I found two really great friends who I ended up spending every waking moment with and I was living in an amazing city where I could do so many different things. Life was good, and all I could think about was waking up the next morning to do it all over again.
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