Ah, the power of soccer

Every day we have breaks during classes that are usually a half-hour or so, and today during one of them I was tossing a little rubbery ball, about the size of a softball, with a guy from my class in a rounded area in the building that's kind of a connection of four different halls and passageways. Eventually we progressed to kicking it around like a bouncy hacky-sack, got Anna into the circle and eventually another guy from another alef class. Then we realized the pillars in front of one of the walls make really good goal-posts, and started taking shots with one guy as goalie. Since this place connects four hallways, students had to squeeze by, and eventually we gathered a crowd of other people. So we ended up having a three-on-three pick up game for the rest of the break.

The really Lifetime-esque aspect of the whole thing was that a lot of the bystanders and new players in the game were students who primarily spoke Arabic, especially a few from my class whom I (and the other American/Canadian/European-English speakers) hadn't gotten to know because of that. But soccer is the universal language. That and math, but nobody likes math.

Now we're trying to see if we can do that regularly. The problem is that I kind of stole the ball from my teacher Naftally. Not really, because he gave it to me during class when he was passing out objects to identify, but I don't think I was supposed to play soccer with it, and he probably won't give it back tomorrow so we can play again. I'm just lucky he didn't notice it was a little scuffed-up. :)