Stabilisers off...
This time tomorrow I'll be going in for my interview with the Beth Din. Well, I say this time tomorrow because my appointment is at 1100, however I have been reliably informed that the rabbis frequently run late. A friend had her appointment at 1500 and didn't get in until 1700. This will be fine, I'm sure. Yes, we're turning up at about 1045 despite this advice. My parents and the future in-laws are also going to be there. Stress-free, you betcha. Now my father is a bit strange when it comes to time-keeping. We routinely as children arrived about an hour early, wherever our destination. I suspect my father will be there first, champing at the bit. You see, I mentioned there was a cafe (which I've never seen in a year and a half of synagogue attendance, but still, I'm told it's there!).
What to learn? I've re-read all my notes and annotated them, as was my practice at law school (university revision didn't really amount to much). Green for dates, pink for important words, and blue for the rest. I'm annoyed I've not yet used my purple pen, but hey I can probably live with that. So I've covered the lifecycle, the calendar (and am reading specifically on the festivals right now/ after my break), shabbat, kashrut, home and education. I've got to do some more on theology and prayers, and finish the festivals. Plenty of time. If my stomach doesn't keep trying to exit stage left. I'm going to be overdosing on immodium if I'm not careful!
Every time I have something important in my life, my guts turn to water. Flying somewhere, first dive of the holiday, first ski of the holiday, exams, important meetings at work. Mr Wonderful thinks I must have the constitution of an ox to have so far avoided stomach ulcers due to my complete inability to handle stress. I thank goodness for small breaks. I don't get stomach upsets very often. The last time was during Pesach when I experienced the atonishing binding powers of motza meal. However my stomach is in full-blown freak out. I might just say "to hell with it" and make a pot of coffee. Then I can blame the jitters on the caffeine.
But what if my notes aren't enough? What if I've not actually done enough in the past 14 months to pass muster in front of the rabbis?
There are going to be three of them. One will probably be the head of my synagogue, whom I know quite well. The others - who knows? The head of the Masorti movement might be there. He's quite knowledgeable. Like the sea is a bit wet. He has run several courses (on Torah study, and on kashrut) which I've been to. Listening to him talk is like plugging yourself into a stream of knowledge. Anyway, he might be there and people who have been before say he's the most intimidating of the three. He's actually one of the most kind clever chaps you'll ever meet. I participate in his "Ten Minutes of Torah" study programme. It is really cool - have a read!
Now I must get back to my coffee and festivals.
What to learn? I've re-read all my notes and annotated them, as was my practice at law school (university revision didn't really amount to much). Green for dates, pink for important words, and blue for the rest. I'm annoyed I've not yet used my purple pen, but hey I can probably live with that. So I've covered the lifecycle, the calendar (and am reading specifically on the festivals right now/ after my break), shabbat, kashrut, home and education. I've got to do some more on theology and prayers, and finish the festivals. Plenty of time. If my stomach doesn't keep trying to exit stage left. I'm going to be overdosing on immodium if I'm not careful!
Every time I have something important in my life, my guts turn to water. Flying somewhere, first dive of the holiday, first ski of the holiday, exams, important meetings at work. Mr Wonderful thinks I must have the constitution of an ox to have so far avoided stomach ulcers due to my complete inability to handle stress. I thank goodness for small breaks. I don't get stomach upsets very often. The last time was during Pesach when I experienced the atonishing binding powers of motza meal. However my stomach is in full-blown freak out. I might just say "to hell with it" and make a pot of coffee. Then I can blame the jitters on the caffeine.
But what if my notes aren't enough? What if I've not actually done enough in the past 14 months to pass muster in front of the rabbis?
There are going to be three of them. One will probably be the head of my synagogue, whom I know quite well. The others - who knows? The head of the Masorti movement might be there. He's quite knowledgeable. Like the sea is a bit wet. He has run several courses (on Torah study, and on kashrut) which I've been to. Listening to him talk is like plugging yourself into a stream of knowledge. Anyway, he might be there and people who have been before say he's the most intimidating of the three. He's actually one of the most kind clever chaps you'll ever meet. I participate in his "Ten Minutes of Torah" study programme. It is really cool - have a read!
Now I must get back to my coffee and festivals.
posted by Chaya at 10:03 am
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