Epic.

Im going to put this out in the universe because I have to: rugby puts american football to shame. Especially when played by people who have no idea what they are doing. Last weekend, Christ College girls played against Fisher College, and Mattie literally broke a girl's leg. An ambulance had to come and everything. Bobby got a shiner on his right eye, my friend Jenn got a bruise that even today still takes up half her face. During this past Sunday's game, American Mary continued to tackle even when concussed. Alyssa has the scariest black-eye. Big Rob on the boys team bulldozed a kid down. Tim clothes-lined an opponent.
Im sure professional rugby is scary and intense, but when people are amatuer rugby players, the paramedics should be on stand by...actually last weekend, they were.

That game was incredible. We fans screamed our hearts out, singing our super sexist, anti-feminist chants everytime we made a tri (touchdown).We all were sitting together boo-ing our opponent: Jane College. Even the losers from the past (Fisher) came down to support Christ. Go Black Pigs! Okay, I realise the irony of our mascot. Not only am I living CHRIST College, my mascot is a PIG. It's like the universe wants me to be in the most un-Jewish environment known to man.

Following the game, we fans hiked up the hill to get ready for a party of a lifetime. Of course Christ had to celebrate the victory! It was the first time in well, a long time that the girls team had kicked any butt. The boys team just won the championship for the 7th consecutive year. Translation: a Sunday night dance off. That night, the American girls INVADED that dance floor and brought out dance moves that should have stayed in the 1970's. (Our parents would be so proud). Of course we had to bring out our Zumba moves too! What is a dance party without Zumba?? Um, definitely not a party at all. I really couldn't tell you what I was doing. I was gesticulating; that is what I was doing. Amy summed up my night very well: "Al, you were just flailing your arms and dancing and somehow you were engulfed by people!". Apparently, everyone loves crazy bar mitzvah dance moves...just a little bit of Jewish spice to get the party going.

So yea. That has been my few days. Rugby, celebration, psychology class, finishing up an art project, preparing for New Zealand. I leave Monday super early in the morning. It should be a good time.

oH! Yesterday I went to Zumba as usual. Zumba, for those who do not know, is basically a latino dance party disguised as exersize. The zumba gods sometimes sneak in some english speaking songs but with new base-lines to match the speed of the dance moves. Yesterday in class, the horrah came on. The HORRAH. Of course, my zumba friends came up to me and said: "Alie! This is the Russian dance thing we told you about from our first day of class!". Ya. Russian my butt. That is JEWISH music. And for the record, I do not appreciate people using such a joyous, celebratory song for exersize class. That song was written and designed for running mindlessly in a circle and holding hands with relatives you only met when you were five (or who mistake you for your mother...depends which bar mitzvah you attend). That song is not meant for leg ups, squats and a ridiculous number of jumping jack-like moves. And OF COURSE because it's the Horrah, each time the song repeated itself, it had the need to go faster. The purpose of this horrah characterisitc originally was to weed out drunken relatives at the party...but for zumba, oh no. How about faster leg lifts, squats and jumping jacks. Not okay, zumba; NOT okay! As a Jewish ambassador to the island of Tasmania--scratch that. As the ONLY Jew on the island of Tasmania, I refuse to let you zumba go-ers to use that song. The Horrah is designed only for joy, getting dizzy, and rocking out the grapevine dance move--NOT for sweating. Amen.