Silly story

A funny thing from today--

Before I tell this story, I should explain to you about the senior trip. After many years slaving away under a double-curriculum of super-hard courses, my Jewish school awards the seniors by taking them abroad, first to Europe (Poland and Prague) and then to Israel. We graduate at the end of the first semester, and then it's off in February! Woot!

So today after school my friend Ary, who I like to call Sephary, passes by me complaining about a letter. "The letter for my waiver," she says. "My military waiver, so they don't conscript me when I'm in Israel." Sephary, you see, holds dual citizenship in America and Israel because her mom is Israeli. However, she's lived in America her whole life, and I'm petty certain she doesn't want to join the army. Apparently she's been having a hell of a time getting a waiver, though. First of all, the forms are in Hebrew. Second of all, aforesaid Hebrew appears to be the same dense, bureaucratic nonsense that you find in ALL languages, as even her mother and grandmother--both native Israelis--can't read the damn thing. Lastly, for some reason the teacher who was supposed to write a letter for her put her down as a male (!!). Now, I would call Sephary many things, but masculine is definitely not one of them. Sufficed to say, she was pretty pissed.