This morning my alarm rang at 7:30 AM. I called up my friend Talia, complained about having class super early (didn’t know it was even possible for college students to have class at 8:30AM). I finally got out of bed after hitting snooze a bazillion times.
I brushed my teeth. I tried on 10 different shirts until I decided to wear the sweater I already chose last night. I put on my mascara and debated whether or not I had enough time to put on more makeup — I did, but was too lazy. I brushed and braided my hair and packed my bag.
Sound familiar girls? It’s the typical morning routine. My ritual has not changed much since I was in high school. However, this morning there was a rather big change.
I waited for Talia to tell me she was ready to walk to school. And then I checked my Facebook. And saw the news. And I paused.
I sent a text to my parents and sister. “There’s a terrorist in Herzliya. Just wanted to let you know I love you.”
And I walked to school with more caution. I didn’t put my headphones in my ear as I waited for Talia. While we walked to school our conversation remained normal. What projects we have to finish, what girls said what nasty comment about whom, what party we would go to this weekend. But there was something off…..
I noticed every police man. The streets were bare. The children that are always playing outside on the playground on my way to school were inside for their safety.
And now I am at school. Sitting in class trying to pay attention. Trying to lead a “normal” life when we all feel the tension. When we all see the increased security. When we all wonder how our life could potentially be completely different by the end of the day.
And we know that we must study for exams. We must finish our final projects. We must laugh with our friends and flirt with cute boys. For life goes on, even with terrorism in our immediate vicinity.