I sat down one day last week and wrote a 15 page piece which is the basis of a memoir I am writing about my Yeshiva years. I have a very good editor and collaborator (note that this is an unedited excerpt) and I have been writing, recording and getting chizuk from all sides- it shall be an interesting affair.
7:15am Wake Up –
wake up consisted of someone slamming open your door and screaming at you to get up, similar to the way they do during basic training for the army. Then this “wake up guy” an upper classman paid to wake you up and watch what time you made it to morning prayers, would turn on the worst music you could imagine without bass, and with the treble boosted all the way up, the guy would place this boombox at the intersection of the two hallways right next to the entrance to the bathroom, blaring the worst in Jewish big band (all Jewish music – no matter if it is rock or techno feel the need to mix it with a full brass band without bass) Imagine Duke Ellington and Marky Mark., this music would be blaring out of the shittiest sound system devoid of bass designed to make it uncomfortable for anyone to possibly stay in bed without earplugs. Plus you had to walk past it for your morning piss.
7:40am Shachris (morning prayers)
If you actually made it through wake up and got downstairs on time you were safe. You had to have your hat and jacket, and if you fell asleep which I promptly did upon arriving, a Rabbi was sure to come around and tell you about the sins that you were doing by sleeping during prayers with your tefillin on. I would then take off my tefillin and be told some other sin I was committing. It was never a win situation. Sometimes you could hide behind a shtender (lectern) and be safe from marauding rabbis for a short while.
8:30- 9:00am Mishna Berura Seder (Laws- derived from places we were too inexperienced to understand)
This was the worst class and the one most likely to be skipped, for if you left morning prayers early you could sleep from 8am until 9:40am which was when the main classes started.
9-9:10am Room Cleanup-
I never understood this because the rooms were never cleaned, it was impossible to do in ten minutes. This was also a time for quick room searches, just casual looks around the room would sometimes reveal things like secular CD’s and books that weren’t given the proper check.
9:10-9:40am Breakfast-
Breakfast was almost the same every day. I mostly slept through it, they always served Cornflakes, warm white bread, milk and hardboiled eggs. Pretty much everyone had their own cereal, once in a blue moon they served this big vat of oatmeal, it wasn’t bad when you added raisins and sugar to it. Before the Yeshiva stopped “holding” of the local bakeries kosher certification, some enterprising young bucks sold bagels and cream cheese which saved some peoples days.
9:40-11:15am Gemara Shiur (Talmud Class)
I never liked Talmud, it was one of those things I never had a mind for, I like debates about things I could use. I just never thought much of arguing whether or not an ox that fell into a hole was on so and so’s property was his responsibility. I just felt it kind of useless to be sitting around wasting time telling stories of Rabbis telling stories. I would doodle and dream and hence after several years in Yeshiva they decided to make a remedial Talmud Class which was called Rucks Shiur which I termed the Dumb Shiur, we weren’t dumb by any means but many Rabbis feel the most important thing to spend a bulk of your on is Talmud and we just couldn’t handle that responsibility.
11:30-12:45pm
More Talmud and various boring events which made no impact on my life what so ever, besides for this being the time when two beautiful girls from across the street would sunbathe on their roof which was directly across from the Rosh Yeshivas shuir room and any room that happened to be above it. I remember one year I had a room directly above the shuir room and my room would be filled with guys trying to get a peek any way they could with the use of binoculars, video cameras and regular old squinting.
12:45-1:45pm Lunch
I think the fact I didn’t like cheesy items worked to my disadvantage because the government appeared to be very willing to sell us cheese, at least that’s where I think it came from, I didn’t like lunch, to make worse lunch was dolled out by this old cranky African American women with a disgusting plastic wig- she grossed me out and so I usually made my own lunch which was usually something along the lines of Oreos or a half pint of Ben and Jerry’s. Lunch was a great time for a nap or a stroll down the block.
1:45-2:15pm Chumash (bible class)
I found it ironic that we devoted so little time to studying the actual torah, I mean wasn’t this what everything was based on? Funny because out of all the stuff we studied this was the most interesting by far.
Sometimes at morning prayers a Rabbi would get up and announce that we were going to have a Schmooze that day during the Bible Class time. A schmooze was not a chance for us to meet the students from the girls’ school or to talk with Rabbis about what we were feeling. Nope, a schmooze was the exact opposite as it sounds, a schmooze was an ethics talk designed to help us improve our daily lives. As I recall these talks were pretty centered around several reoccurring themes. One of them was about how immoral secular society was and how we should not look at billboards or other pictures of naked women that people felt alright to place on advertisements for jeans and other evil substances, the second theme they liked to talk about was our lack of appreciation for what God has given us and how look what happened to the Jews throughout history for not realizing their gifts, they were killed, but now we just have holidays to celebrate their death and rebellions.
2:15-2:30pm Mincha (afternoon prayers)
2:30-3:00pm Hebrew Class
Hebrew was only required if you needed to pass the regents, funny that Yeshiva students traditionally study in Hebrew language all day yet get off the plane for their year after high school spent in Israel and know how to say two things in Hebrew “where are the bathrooms” and “I don’t speak Hebrew”.
3:00-6:20pm English Classes
I know what you’re thinking and hence the high poverty rates for ultra orthodox Jews. My school was actually pretty good, most of my fellow classmates went on to college and graduate school, but it definitely wasn’t emphasized as much as our non-hat wearing modern orthodox brethren. We had regents classes and non regents classes, upper classman also had night classes and in later years AP courses were offered when someone realized that bachelors degrees weren’t going to cut it anymore.
6:30pm Dinner
Dinner consisted of some interesting creations based on leftovers and what they had served over the Shabbat. Chicken Ala Kane was probably the worst, although I happen to be a firm believer that cholent should never be served after it cools off from lazy Shabbat afternoons spent congealing in the crock pot. Chicken wings were funny because people would have contests as to who could get their pile hire. Throughout the years different business sprang up to sell different more edible foods at suppertime including a canteen in my first year and something called “Lackeys Deli” which was a homegrown operation that sold you three pieces of empire lunchmeat on a Kaiser role with some dole iceberg lettuce for a few bucks.
After Dinner until 9:00pm
This was the free time portion of our days, you could do mostly as you pleased. I would ride my bike, go ice skating, hit up the mall or take walks around the city, during snow weather you could go sledding, but I never ran out of things to do, the Yeshiva was in a pretty central location and although kids from Brooklyn tended to complain about entertainment it was really their way of saying that the only thing orthodox Jews in Brooklyn actually did was eat kosher pizza and Rochester didn’t have any kosher restaurants at all.
9:00pm- 9:45pm Night Seder (as if 3 hours of talmud weren’t enough)
At this point I figure someone may be calling child services. Weren’t Lewis Hine and Upton Sinclair responsible for the passing of the child labor acts of the 1920s? Well if he were to see 13 year old boys on such a schedule I am sure a Jungle type book on the Yeshiva system would have been born.
Depending on what day it was we would have evening prayers at an earlier or later time and we would have Talmud class review or we would have Talmud class study with a classmate known as chavrusa- this was basically a time to shoot the shit and run around the made room and talk to everyone, most people didn’t actually do any studying.
10:00pm End of the day
10:30-11:00pm Curfew Lights Out
Curfew started at 10:30 and lasted until 11:00 and it went in ten minute increments depending on your year. Some dorm counselors were nice enough to let you go out after curfew. We had this one guy who would let a few of us go out late at night to the local lake and clear it off for ice hockey purposes, sometimes we went sledding late at night. During big snowstorms we would run around the middle of street and have snowball fights.



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sounds like you would have enjoyed my seminary experiance. we got up at 8 by ourselves,had class until 3, and then free until 7, when we had night class until 9.
but hey- the food is never good.
I loved seminary- even if all the teachers thought we were off the derech.
we had lots of shmuze, lots of chumash, lots of ein yaakov- no gemara.
Nice post.
I hated yeshive with a passion, but night seder was just THE WORST.
Not much better for non-dorm yeshivas :
6am: woken up by alarm/parents (usually both) at home in Brooklyn
6:30 am: Van picks me up for trip to Far Rockaway. We stop in Crown Heights, Canarsie, & Belle Harbor on the way while listening to Z100 or WPLJ and being half asleep. I absorbed a lot of good (and bad) 80’s music though
7:30 am: Minyan (sleeping with tefillin on) in beis medrash
8:20 am: Breakfast
8:45 – 10 am: Chavrusa learning gemara (sleeping intermittently) in beis medrash
10 am – 12:30 pm: Shiur where we try to pretend that we werre actually learning b’chavrusa
12:30 – 1:15 pm: Lip service to Tanach shuir (navi) so they could tell MO parents that the yeshiva taught Tanach
1:15 – 1:45 pm: Lunch – bagged from home, or in 12th grade, piled into someone’s car and went to get pizza in Cedarhurst where we could ogle the HAFTR girls.
1:45 – 2:45 pm: Gemara Be-iyun – usually an “easy” masechta like Megilla or Taanis, with a lot of aggadita
2:45 – 6:15 pm: Secular studies classes. Despite the compressed schedule, the teachers were pretty good.
6:15 – 7:15 pm: Ride home in van and listen to more of Z100 or WPLJ, which the rebbis had specifically told us not to listen to, since “rock” music was goyish.
7:15 pm: Get home, have dinner after all my sisters had already eaten, and then start on homework.
10 pm: Go to bed and read sci-fi under the covers with a flashlight till midnight since I had no other leisure time
Didn’t do live in Yeshivah Katanah, but did do Yeshivah Gedolah(ever notice that we call them after bathroom terms?). Anyway its nice to see that Yeshiva is generally the same the world over. You were lucky though you had white bread. We had a flat barley bread, the recipe for which I think came from the Tajahara bread book(tibetan barley bread). However, having been made in large quantities, but a cook that couldn’t cook, but he was all the Yeshiva could afford… we let’s just say… it was an indescribable experience that just made breakfast all the more inedible. We used to have a contest to see who could shoot an egg the farthest. Essentially you chip away the two ends of the egg and then blow on one until the egg shoots out. It was more exciting that it sounded, partly because if you didn’t make the hole big enough, the egg more or less exploded out one end and covered the spectators.
I had deifferent experinces in different yeshivas. The reject yeshiva (Troy, NY)I went to had lots of “down time”, we were actually renting some rooms in a sports center. We got to use the gym, Bball court, even pool table and TV with cable!
Next year I was sent to the other extreme (Yoec, L.A), 14 hours of seder per day with a total of about 2 hours of break time for breakfast, lunch and supper. In addition we had the madman rosh yeshiva, spies, snitches and the rest of the entire structure that would make anyone interested in anything else than learning feel out of place.
The yeshivas I went to had decent food compared to some others I’ve seen, it was always plentiful too.
the summer schedule at morristown is nice. seder ends at 5. and we have free time till 630. during the summer the pool is open so we can go swimming, also we have baseball and basketball we can play. but the best plus in morristown is that the food is pretty good. mainly chicken for dinner, sometimes beef though. and really cheesey lunches.
Am I the only blogger who loved yeshiva?
TRS — nope.
Hesh, thanks. This is a great post to reference to for any Chassidus propaganda campaign.
Yeshiva was alright for the most part. Fond memories abound of (some) Rabbeim, growing in Torah learning, good food most of the time, and plenty of wet dreams.
That poor, poor editor.
@Texgator- Lmao
Texgator — it can be advertised as Jewish stream of consciousness.
Sounds like my schedule
And I think my 3 hours a day of Talmud and mishmar 2 nights a week is bad….
Always appreciate your exposure of the ‘frum world’…my seminary days were virtually the same, although, we had daily classes that were akin to your “shmoozes”, where we’d be told how to get a shidduch and how not to get a shidduch…”ah, ladies, you know tznius is not just how you dress, it’s how you carry yourselves. now remember to keep your head down and try to appear as if you are black and white- no color please!” Yes, invisibility (not modesty!) always did attract the opposite sex.
TRS I loved Yeshiva – but the schedule sucked- I didn’t say how much of the schedule I actually kept
Thing is Hesh, did we enjoy the same things? I somehow get the impression that we didn’t.
bless your editor.
I Loved Yeshiva. If I can turn back time, that’s where I’d be.
TRS I enjoyed the aspect of being in a dorm in a new city with the ability to explore- remember I grew up in a 600 sq foot apartment in manhattan so this was a completely new thing for me.
Ahh. I was actually kind of homesick when I first got to yeshiva, but I immersed myself in it and had the two best years of my life. Which sounds terrible, because I’m only 21, but what can I do? It’s the truth.
TRS,
Enjoying the yeshiva life is far from terrible. It’s just that some people have very different outlooks on what they plan to put in and get out.
Rigorous schedules suck for everyone, but it makes it a lot harder for guys interested in “extra curricular activities” to get anything done.
In contrast to you, first thing I did when I arrived to a new yeshiva was to seek out others that I knew would have the same ideas I did about how to get away with doing stuff the yeshiva didn’t approve of. I could spot these guys in 2 seconds. Worked great in a new city where many of us didn’t know how or where to get started.
Rigorous schedules have their maalos and chisronos, like everything. Sure, they cramp your style, but without them it’s very difficult to accomplish anything. It just takes a little maturity to recognize this.
Hesh, thanks for reminiscing about the black ladies the used to serve lunch, I remember one time I just straight up couldn’t eat the stuff they were serving due to fundamental breaches in personal hygiene and food sanitation. I threatened one of them that Id tell the kitchen manager if she didn’t put on gloves. She said in her heavy southern african american accentr “no one else gonna work for $4.00 an hour” thats when I realized it was one big consparacy .
Happy Hanukkah
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Bsamim,
WTH is a “southern african american”?
Is it:
a) A person from South Africa that moved to the states (such as my wife)?
b) A person from South America that moved to Africa?
c) An American living in the Southern US that came from Africa?
d) A black person from a former confederate state?
As far a yeshiva kitchen hygiene, why is it that almost all were roach infested? When I was in LA, we had some the size of chicken wings. Aren’t bugs one of the worst categories of non kosher?
When I was in LA, we had rats.
Phil
Answer D. However not nessessarily from a confederate state, any southern state
TRS,
I saw some record sized ones there too, much bigger than the standard NYC ones you see everywhere. First time I thought it was a racoon, then I noticed the tail.
Bsamim,
The politically correct terms had me confused as to the nationality of the individual. Why not just call her a black woman?
Phil
Black woman is too ambigous a term.Do I mean Jamacin?Ethopian?etc… “Southern African American” speaks volumes of her personality and political beliefs(working class liberal, perhaps streetwise)
But to be more percise Southern United States African American
How about black southerner or black woman from the south. If she wasn’t using an African accent what made you think she was from Africa?
Phil
She was using a southern accent and she was black. Even if she wasn’t there were certain physical features that gave it way(i.e. big lips,big boned)additionally there were certain culture identifiers that made me subjectively think she was a black women from the south, I am not a racist I have just observed that there are certain recreations and colloquial terms more prevalent amongst southern black woman. Not to say all of them do, and not to say (even statistically )most of them do.
Bsamim,
I realized that from the start. Just fed up with people calling black Americans “Africans”, which they are not. That would be like me calling chassidim in Bourough Park Hungarian Americans or Polish Americans, or Lubabs Russian Americans.
Most of these black people were born in the US, to my knowledge, that doesn’t make the Africans. Furthermore, I dare any white person to go into Harlem or Bedford Stuy and start calling people “Africans”, I doubt he would come out in one piece.
Black people have no problem calling us white even though our skin color is more of a beige tint, so we shouldn’t have any problem calling them black even though they might be brown.