A walk through my neighborhood

My house:
Hahoresh St. 57.

My neighbors:

the U.S. Marine house.

My daily 3-minute commute:
Stairs up to the park-- lined with green lemon trees (they're not limes).

Up close.

Path through the barren park.

Entrance to the school:
24-hour guard patrol.

I don't have any good pictures of the school grounds yet.

A beautiful billboard I made for a math classroom today.
I definitely needed a college degree for this.


Driving to the beach after work.

My bank.

My hardware store.

Pharmacy.
(This isn't even in my neighborhood-- I just think it's cool to see all the signs in Hebrew.)

Israel has tons of these traffic circles where everyone thinks they have the right of way.
(They don't.)

Coming up on the beach.
(I never have any good pictures of the beach bc I don't want to bring my camera on my run to the beach.)

Beachfront hotel.

Front door/kitchen area.
(The rest of the apartment isn't quite ready for a photo shoot.)

Tomorrow is the first day of school! So far I don't really have any set duties except to attend the full school assembly, be introduced, then help any 6th graders that are struggling with locating and opening their lockers. Apparently, these 6th graders have a lot of difficulty dealing with their new lockers-- it takes almost 40 minutes and some of them get so upset they cry. I don't remember witnessing that kind of trauma when I was in middle school-- maybe it's a private school kid thing. So, looks like my day is pretty much set.

I don't think I'll be expected to do any real work until all the classes are settled and they've identified the kids that need extra writing assistance. Also, the class rosters are up in the air because many northern Israeli families and diplomatic families are unclear about whether they will be in Tel Aviv for the start of the school year. I'll just have to wait and see and try to keep myself busy in the meantime.

Anyways, my clothes are all ironed and I'm all ready to go. I need to act like I'm a real teacher starting tomorrow so the kids take me seriously when I actually begin working with them.

Come 8am tomorrow I will be Ms. Kim.

Scary.