This week and weekend, or the better part of it, was spent away from my domicile in Long Island. Everybody needs family, regardless of their location, and I found my family-away-from-family. Like the one I am used to, there is a definite gender mismatch with my roommates family. However, there is a slight difference: I am used to a male dominated family, where the makeup is mainly boys with two girls; the New York extension I joined, has only two boys, and a lot of estrogen. "Overwhelming" merely scratches the surface of initial responses I entertained.
I consumed dinner in gargantuan proportions during the three days of festivities. Each night was hosted at a different house, and each was equally impressive in terms of the selection of food. I think I may have gained back the pounds of body fat I lost since the beginning of the school year.
Shul was cool as well. The Rabbi gave a very impressive non-political, political sermon about Israel and Zionism, where he even scolded members of the congregation who clapped during his speech. He said that this issue is not one that is deserving of claps, it is a Jew's duty to stand for what is right and raise your voice against what is wrong. The synagogue had a choir that was very gospel in nature. I was very turned off by this notion: if I wanted to hear a chamber choir, I would attend church.
The second day of attendance at Shul was very long, indeed. I have spent a lot of time in religious observance before, but two consecutive days of Hebrew is tough. I am happy I spent the time dedicated to something I so strongly believe. Plus, being surrounded by like-minded people with a similar background is always a positive. Where there is Shul, there are single Jewish women. Does it get any better?
I also enjoyed the comfort of a basement for the first time. They are as cold and moist as I imagined, though I slept like a bear. Sleeping in a windowless room is not good for the senses. I could dream for hours.
During this time, school-work was always on my mind. I was happy to know that I was very far ahead of my scheduled work, but was not able to go back to retake my notes, a I have become accustomed.
I am still enjoying the learning process, as every page is an introduction to something new, but I am not used to working so hard for something.
Alas, that too shall pass. I cannot wait for three years from now, when I am taking on real cases, and actually making a difference in some way. Three years is a long time. I hope I make it.
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