I've been up for 4 and a half hours, and this day is already made of win.
First, I discovered on the bus on my way to uni another leftist who has to live in the settlement and hates it. We're very similar politically, and even study the same things (though in different years of the degree). We switched numbers, and I'm pretty sure we'll go to a Women in Black demo soon. It was such a relief for both of us to know we're not the only one in the city!
Second - which is why I'm having a celebratory ice-cream now - is that we got back our Qualitative Research Methods mid-term papers. Not only that I got max credit on it and a remark that said that I'm a good writer and that the paper is excellent (the average was significantly less, around 60), but that my lecturer told me something which I know that might be a problem, but it was truly the greatest compliment he could have given me. He wrote and told me that I'm writing hardcore - too much hardcore, and something on the lines of (I'm trying to translate Hebrew slang here): "God dammit, woman, write more catchy! You're not a French sociologist". I couldn't even apologize for that - I don't think that hardcore writing is wrong and getting much credit for it in most classes, and the closest the subtext to the text the better - so I murmured, while giggling, "I'd say I'm sorry, but...".
Sorry for over writing. I'm just happy about it. I really think he's a great lecturer and a super intelligent person, so I was really happy to get this critique from him. He should thank his lucky stars I didn't blend in there Hegel and Deleuze.