I sat alert for about ten minutes and then the rebbe started pacing, at this cue I arranged my gemara, mishna brura, notebooks and a mesilas yeshurim in a way that would hide the fact that I was dozing off.…
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Rochester is different than I remember it
I stepped off the plane in New York and already I could feel the pull of New York, the attitude, the rudeness, the harried passengers rushing to their final destinations. I was shuffled with the rest of my flight into…
The useful things I did learn in yeshiva
Contrary to what many of you may think, I learned a lot in yeshiva, I didn’t learn much Torah, but there was lots of useful stuff that I learned in yeshiva that I probably wouldn’t have learned in a normal…
The things I didn’t learn in Yeshiva
Someone was talking about this thing called Oregon Trail tonight and she was aghast that I had no idea what it was. She said “didn’t you use Oregon Trail during computer class in school” to which I responded “huh, you…
Yeshiva Memories: NCSY stands for No One Can Save You
Not only were girls considered evil according to my yeshiva, but theOY run kiruv organization NCSY was considered doubly evil because they sought to make kids frum by putting on coed events led by so called orthodox Jews. The yeshiva…
Just a small piece of my Yeshiva Memoir
My friend Matthue offered to edit a chapter of my yeshiva memoir so I could get going on writing the darned book already, for some time I have been struggling with an opening chapter, I have a file full of…
Yeshiva Memories: The Girls
It’s Tu B’Av, so I figured I would write something about girls. In my second year of high school an amazing thing happened, Rochester got its very own girl’s school and us yeshiva boys were ecstatic. We couldn’t believe our…
Independant coffee shop rant
There are three kids sitting to the left of me, they are not talking to one another, they have not paid for overpriced chilled coffee flavored beverages with fat packing whip cream on top. They are dressed up as if…
Yeshiva Memories: Saturday Nights
Prior to moving back to Rochester for College I didn’t realize what a cool town it could be, the Rabbis took those realizations away from me with such a force that the only things we could do at night were…
Yeshiva memories: Trips to the sort-of treife donut shop
It wasn’t just an ordinary jelly donut with powder on top, it was a wonderful thing this donut, a taste of freedom, a taste of normalcy – mostly because it wasn’t allowed. It wasn’t allowed for political reasons, for philosophical…