Josh's Jewish Reminders
These are three things that have made me think about my Jewish upbringing since I got to college:
I was walking to my first class of the day on the other side of campus. It was sunny and warm. I thought I was going to be a little late to class so I walked quickly. While I was walking, I felt like I was forgetting something that I needed for class. I looked down at my feet to make sure I was fully clothed and that my fly was zippered. I checked my pockets for my wallet and key to my dorm room. I tried to feel my knapsack behind my back to make sure I had books in them. I knew they were in there; I remembered putting all the books I needed into my knapsack right before I left my room. It was the last thing I did before I left. Still, I stretched my arms as far backwards as they could go to feel around in the bag. I could feel my notebook and textbook. Finally, I ran my fingers through my hair. It was just hair. I gasped for a second. I thought I had forgotten my yarmulke. Then I remembered that I don't wear a yarmulke. In high school I always had to check if I was wearing a yarmulke before I went into school. It was a school rule to wear one even though I didn't at home. I'd always run my fingers through my hair or tap my head to make sure I had one on. I didn't want to walk into the building without one. I didn't want my teachers to see me walking down the block without one. In college, I don't wear yarmulkes at all. I don't have to. I don't know why I checked my head for one that day. I went to class still thinking about it.
I was walking down my hall towards the bathroom. One of my hall mates was
coming out of her room on the far end of the hall past the bathroom. Ma
Nishma? I said. She didn't respond. What's going on? I
repeated. Hey Josh, not much, she answered as she gave me a
I sat down next to my friend at a table in the dining hall with my tray
full of food for dinner. I had pizza and baked ziti and some water to drink.
I was talking to my friend while I was eating my food when he suddenly asked
me, "Hey Josh, don't you not eat meat and dairy together?"
I looked at him oddly and tapped my foot slightly when I answered,
"Right, why do you ask?" "The ziti has meat and cheese in it," he said.
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