Hey, it's only money.

Fulbright interview took place this morning at 9:30. For about 45 mintues I was questioned by two past winners. One of which was a very pleasant, nice lady. The other was a guy with really odd glasses who shot off questions about my research experience (of which there is pretty much none). Tracy, who sat in the back of the room during the interview said at the beginning that I was visually nervous, but towards the end, kind of calmed down a bit. Hey, I did the best I could. From here, if they decide I'm worth it, they'll send out my application and then New York will look at it. If I don't get it, I know I have other options. My father just called me to remind him about his law school experience and how he had to be turned down 13 times before a Dean took a chance on him. I know I can do this. I will get to Israel. Oh yes, I will get to Israel.