Purim

Hey gang,   It's been an exciting few weeks, latov v'lara (for good and for bad).  To hear our thoughts about all the events in Japan and Itamar, check out the article Ross posted on the yeshiva student blog entitled Japan, Itamar and Amalek Meet at a Check Point(ymgstudentjournal.blogspot.com).  We didn't write it-- it was a blog posting from one of the American students at the yeshiva-- but it perfectly expresses our thoughts, and it is beautifully written.  The Encounter program with Palestinians that he mentions in the article is the same one that Ross did last summer.    Our excitement started a few weeks ago on Shabbat, when we had a little security scare on the kibbutz.  I hesitated for a long time to write about it, as I didn't want to upset anyone (like my mom and Ross' mom-- hi guys!), but looking back, I think the story attests to how relatively safe we are.  And of course the recent events in Japan remind us how uncertain life is anywhere.    What happened was a Palestinian broke through the border fence, which is not too far from our kibbutz (though we are also situated way on top of a big mountain).  The event was so rare that the kibbutz warning system was not really prepared for it.  I was walking to synagogue, and my son's 8 year old friend came up to me and told me we are supposed to make sure all kids are indoors.  I was skeptical, thinking I would have heard such a warning from a grown up or a siren or something.  But to be safe, I went home and made sure everyone was inside.  At some point it seemed obvious the "scare" was over, and life went back to normal.  It turns out that the guy was caught before he got anywhere, because the fence has a whole alarm system, and we live 2 minutes from an army base.  A couple of soldiers went and caught the guy right away.  So that's reassuring.  It turns out that one of the soldiers was eating Shabbat lunch with us the following week, so we got the whole story first hand.  After Shabbat, there was a whole committee to analyze the kibbutz response, and we were assured that the next time anything like that happens, we can expect to hear a siren and instructions.  There was also more coordination in terms of more people having phones on Shabbat to spread news faster.   We didn't have to worry for long about whether or not the system would be effective.  The following week, it was tested by another scare (not on Shabbat).  There was a loud siren, followed by instruction to go into our houses and lock the doors.  This was more alarming (though much better coordinated).  Fortunately, we were all at home, along with 2 friends of Adin.  I locked the door, and started to set up a movie for the kids so they wouldn't be scared.  By the time I was ready to start the movie, there was another siren with an announcement that everything was fine.  This was followed by an SMS that they had thought someone got in, but it was just a Thai worker from the kibbutz going for a walk.  Whew.  When the moms of Adin's friends came to pick up their kids, I asked what I should do in case this happens again (like do we wait under tables or anything).  They both told me that nothing like this had happened in all their time living here.    A few days later, there happened to be a national school bomb drill.  This is apparently very routine-- each year they drill a different disaster: fire, earthquake, etc., and this year was bombs.  They did it in every school in the country, including Adin's gan.  It was routine, but the timing was not great in terms of the kids feeling safe here (though I tried to talk to them about it, and no one seemed worried).  And of course, that was followed by Japan and Itamar, between which it is really say which is more frightening or horrific (clearly the scope of the Japan disaster way exceeded the Itamar one, but the Itamar massacre was so much more disturbing in its demonstration of the capacity of evil...).    So just as the kids must be wondering why the heck we brought them to this crazy place (and I begin to ask myself the same question), along comes Purim!  I'm not saying a fun holiday justifies living in constant danger, but we're not really living in constant danger (at least not more than everybody else),and it definitely did help put things in perspective.    Purim was awesome!!!  Even way better than anticipated!  First of all, the time leading up to Purim here is slightly reminiscent of the time in America before Chrismas.  Purim spirit is everywhere.  The stores and sidewalks are lined with costumes and mishloach manot.  All the kids are talking about what they will wear.  Everyone is warning me that we have to do our costume shopping early or there won't be anything left.  We were fine, though.  There were two families that got together and did a mitzvah project to make money for a family that needs it by borrowing old costumes from everyone and then renting them out for 15 shekels.  This is how Adin got his great Pikatchu costume.  He loved it so much that he put it on when he got home, and we had to peel it off of him a week later when Purim was over.    Eek!!!!!  Guilt attack!!!!  I totally forgot to take pictures!!!!  How did I do that?!  Sorry Elaine!  Sorry Grandma and Nana!!!  Oy!!!  I could dress them up again, but we are not doing the yellow face paint again.  It took us hours of scrubbing to get it off!  While soap no longer makes Adin gag, he still hates it and says that it smells "ichs."  We may have to wait till next year.   Anyway, so before Purim, someone from the kibbutz asked me if I can chant megillah.  I told him sure, and he asked if I would help him out and read with him for a secular kibbutz nearby, where he does programming for them sometimes.  I said sure.  I had never really read more than a chapter or two at a time (did I do 3 in Vancouver?), but it worked out great.  Rivital volunteered to read some, so I read chapters 6 (which I have done for the past few years so I know it really well), 7 and 8, and Tali did 9 and 10.  That took half the burden off the guy who asked me, though I don't think he needed the help.  I think it's more like he thought it would be nicer for the people coming to have it split up, and also to have a woman sharing the reading.  I did my "famous" reading with voice parts.  I was busy reading and I couldn't tell the reactions, but Tali said that the kids loved it, and they were elbowing each other each time I started a new voice.  Apparently the wife of the guy who asked me to read also liked it, because the next morning she suggested that the rabbi's wife ask me and Tali to read our parts at the woman's reading on our kibbutz.  That also seemed to be a big hit.  Rivital didn't do voices, but she read magnificently.  It was a major kvelling moment-- both how beautifully she read, and her eagerness to participate!!   The rest of the family stayed back on our kibbutz for the megillah reading, which they said was amazing.  After the readings, we regrouped at home, and there was a party for grownups at 9:30 PM.  They have everything perfectly planned for everyone to enjoy everything.  They had sent out an email offering for the youth to babysit so parents could go to the party.  Unfortunately, I misunderstood and messed this part up, but I will know better for next year.  When it said babysitting, I assumed they had a babysitting space somewhere else where we could bring them.  I didn't want to shlep them out after their bedtime, so I didn't sign up.  But it turns out that the offer was for them to send babysitters to our houses!  Meanwhile, they assigned Tali to another family!!!  I actually thought it would be OK to leave the boys at home together (we were literally a two minute walk from home with our cell phones, and I left them exhausted in front of a movie), but Abaye freaked out and called us, and I went home and stayed with them.    So I missed most of the party, but I heard it was unbelieveable.  First of all, for the whole holiday, they asked each family to volunteer to help out with one thing, so for our part we baked one thing (spinach cheese bake, to be precise, which to give credit where credit is due, as I always like to, I got from LAURA SHAW FRANK... Does this make up for forgetting to give you credit in my cookbook, Laura?), and our Friends Morey and Alissa, who were visiting from out of town, baked another (exceedingly yummy onion quiche!!!!).  There were also soups and salads, all homemade.  That's the part I can report about.  Unfortunately, the best part came after I left.  I can tell you that they had a huge Purim shpiel that was apparently incredibly well organized and hilariously funny in the form of a mock news show that made fun of all kinds of things about the kibbutz.  Actually, there is one part I was there for.  In the invitation, we were told to bring small change.  When we arrived, there were a few people walking around asking for donations.  The kibbutz was (maybe still is?) undergoing a huge debate about whether to raise fees or cut programming from all kinds of areas, so they had people who were in charge of the different branches (the gardener, the education person, etc) dressed as poor street people asking for change for their underfunded programs.  Then in the news show I missed, they apparently made fun of the whole dog debate (there was a huge back and forth on the email list about whether or not dogs need to be confined), and tons of other stuff, some of which Ross didn't get, but all of which was apparently hilarious.  Then they had a trivia game where they asked things like how many times the kibbutz was founded (3!) and whose house numbers and phone numbers were the numbers they read (which is funny to me because no one ever uses house numbers here to help you find where they live, though they are painted in huge numbers on every house.  In fact, someone once invited us for dinner and I asked what their number is and she didn't know!)  People here are so creative, and they put so much work into these things!!  For more info, maybe Ross can give you more details (or maybe even Morey and Alissa), but I think you get the idea....   The next morning, there was a women's reading at 7:20.  I already told you a bit about that.  Just tonight I was saying how amazing it is here that of course there is a women's megillah reading and a women's Torah reading on Simchat Torah and that women give divrei Torah from the bimah.  A friend gave me an very animated expression and said that it wasn't always like that, in a way that made me really glad I wasn't here during that process.  Been there and done that!  But it is like that now!    Then there was a general megillah reading that was so much fun (I wasn't there...) that I think I'll go to both next time.  Apparently there was a group of guys that instead of booing Haman's name every time, instead they broke out in song.    After that was a huge breakfast with carnival games for the kids.  The place was modeled after an Israeli hotel breakfast.  There were people making personal pancakes and omeletes for people.  One of the yeshiva rabbis dressed up as Haman's wife and gave a "dvar Torah" from her perspective.  It was brilliant!   After those festivities, we went with a small group to Beit Alpha, which is at the bottom of the mountain, and which houses an absorption center for new Ethiopian immigrants.  We delivered big food packages to all of the families.  People were so happy to see us.  At one point, Abaye and Adin were wiped out, so we were sitting on a bench, and one immigrant sat down and talked with us.  He said he has been here for half a year.  He told us in his very limited Hebrew and English that he hates it here.  He said that the land is good but all the people are very bad.  He didn't have the language to really articulate why.  I wondered if he had just gotten back from the post office.  In the meantime, the boys were kvetching that they were thirsty, so I asked the guy where his room was, and if he might be able to give them some water.  He got very excited and started to lead the way.  The boys were falling apart, and suddenly he turned to me and said, you need cold water!  (not that articulately, but...) and he insisted on us waiting at the bench while he biked to the market for some cold water.  I didn't want to put him out and I didn't want him to spend his money on us, but I couldn't change his mind.  So we sat and waited.  He came back awhile later with 3 cold fresh bottles of water.  He was so excited to give them to us, and the boys were so excited to get them.    When we got back to the kibbutz, I could have just gone to sleep (2:00) PM and woken up the next morning, but instead we put together mishloach manot, and went to, could you believe it-- a Purim party!!!    First of all, the mishloach manot.  I was nervous, because when I had volunteered on kibbutz over 20 years ago, everyone gave to everybody.  I remember my kibbutz family had their dining room table sprawled with unimaginable amounts of candy and all sorts of junk food.  They were putting together packages from all the stuff on the table.  People would bring to them, and they would dump the new booty on top of the rest, and start repackaging it for more people.  You could easily receive your own goodies back several times over the course of the day.  But here they are much smarter.  They do a hagrala (the only way I can think to translate it is a "secret Santa") where you pick two names and you prepare only for them.  Then each family receives two nice baskets of food instead of a million bags of junk.  We sent samosentaschen (for those who have never been to us for Purim, that's samosas in the shape of hamantaschen), rice, curry (chickpea spinach, for those who care, like Jodi...), wine, chocolate, and a peanut butter banana bread.  In return, we recieved a fresh cheesecake (which went into the freezer for Shabbat), fancy nuts, wine, pancakes rolled with sweet cheese, and some other really beautiful things (I can't quite remember because we did still receive from a few other people-- but it was nothing like the insanity we have received years past).  Two of the kids also had "Secret Santas."  (Shall we call them secret Hamans?  Secret Mordechais? Secret Esthers?  Secret Patshegens?  Shall we take a vote?)  So that worked out well.  Shai and Abaye made their own for all their friends, but that was fine too.  They loved it.    That just leaves the seudah.  After we sent out all our mishloach manot, we were invited to friends for the customary Purim party (to keep the day from being boring...).  We had intended to do our own and invite all our Vancouver friends who are in Israel (because we always had such great Purims there!!), but the Jerusalem folks couldn't come because they had to celebrate Shushan Purim (people in Jerusalem celebrate a day later-- long story...), and others couldn't make it.  Only Morey and Alissa said yes, but then it turned out that Morey had to work Purim day, so they decided to come for Shabbat instead.  I invited these friends of ours for Shabbat lunch who have had us over at their house a quadrillion times, partly because they always insist on taking care of us when Ross is away, and I wanted to have them to us for a change.  She asked if I am sure I have time for that so close to Purim.  I explained that I don't have to prepare for a seudah anymore because no one's coming, after which she insisted we come to theirs.  I complained that if we did that, our having them on Shabbat wouldn't help even the score of hospitality.  She told me that it doesn't matter because she is terrible at math.  We agreed to go, because they are awesome and we love being with them.  It turned out to be a good call, because we had so much fun.   So that's about it.  We came home and collapsed, and spent the next 24 hours cleaning.  I am almost caught up on laundry.    So how was YOUR Purim?   Love,   Em

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Another One Bites the Dust, Beni Baradio, and The Job Search Begins

Hey gang! Back by popular demand (Rose asked me...), here's my next update! First of all, just to let you know before the moment is gone and things return to normal, Shmuel (aka Shai) just announced that he has become a vegetarian!  I asked what prompted this change, and he said that it just suddenly seemed really wierd and gross to eat meat.  Well, he comes by it honestly!  That's what happened to me almost 25 years ago!  Abaye responded immediately with "Me too!"  Then he qualified that he is "pesky" by which he means pescitarian (fish-eating).  He goes back and forth every now and then, so this is not as shocking as Mr. "Shmuel "Shai" Yaakov My favorite foods are hot dogs and David Chu's sesame chicken Singer."  He said he may compromise when we are at David Chu's this summer.  Then he was thinking about becoming a weekday vegetarian like his dad.  Either way, it's a big day for the cows!  It will definitely mean a lot less meat consumption (especially now that Shai is a rapidly growing boy who can eat an entire enormous bagette stuffed with 3 hot dogs and pounds (or "kilos") of french fries all by himself).  Next, a quick radio update.  For those of you regular readers, you will recall (or maybe not) the radio show Beni Baradio (Benny on the radio).  There are so many things I love about this show.  Some of them it's hard to put in writing (like when he invites someone to call in and hum with him.  And he is not exceedingly musical...).  But I mentioned last time that he has his "chush hanichush," in which halfway through the show he sings a song silently in his head, and at the end he takes callers who try to guess what he is singing.  It's the same song each time.  The kids are begging me to call in and guess John Cage's piece 4'33" (four minutes and thirty three seconds), which is four minutes and thirty three seconds of an orchestra sitting and playing no music.  If you have never seen it performed, it is worth youtubing.  We saw a performance in which the conductor faithfully kept time, pausing between the 3 movements to wipe his brow.  We saw another guy playing it all solo on a keyboard.  He was "playing" and "playing" until he accidentally hit a key with his hand, and said, "Sorry, that was a mistake."  Anyway, so the kids really want me to call in, but I'd like to think I have better things to do with my life.  Even if I don't. New on Beni is the part where he asks people whose favorite song is "The Final Countdown" to call in and tell him what is, in their opinion, the greatest song of all times.  When they call and say they believe the greatest song of all times is the Final Countdown, he proceeds to be surprised.  His latest commercial is the following clip from an interview: Beni: So how do you like your showers? Other guy: Oh, I do a very quick shower.  A scrub, a rinse, and I'm out of there. Beni:  Ah.  Very practical. So raise your hands if youthink I should stop listening to Beni and get a day job.  But wait!  Before you judge him too harshly, his latest shtick is the best.  He has decided to try to get all the members of Parliament to agree to give each other a hug.  He invites them on the show one at a time, interviews them, and asks them if they would be willing to praticipate.  Presumably when he gets them all to sign on, he'll arrange for the hug.  He had about 16 or so the last time I heard.  One woman kept insisting that it would never happen and all the reasons why (Jews with Arabs, left wingers with right wingers, and religious men with women.  How could it possible work?)  But after insisting that he was going to work on it one member at a time and that he was optimistic, the person reluctantly agreed.  I hope they're real Parliament members and he's not just making them up.  It's very cute. But speaking of a day job, I have begun the process of thinking about it.  So a couple of weeks ago I went to meet with the woman in charge of English teachers in the North (apparently there is a serious need, so it seemed like a good niche to try to fill).  We had a nice meeting where she answered most of my questions and told me how I should proceed.  She then mentioned that there is a school in xxxx that will be looking for someone starting in April.  There is a woman who xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx, and they will be desperate.  This seemed it could be a way to get a foot in the door (since I am not entirely qualified for the field just yet).  She asked if I might be interested.  I told her I might. So last Sunday, I went in to observe the department head teach her classes.  It was exactly as I pictured inner city Israeli classrooms--  stuffed with up to 40 kids with multiple learning and behavior issues.  Most of the kids were actually very sweet, but they went from class to class as though there was no reason to be in any of them other than to socialize with their classmates.  It took forever for the teacher to quiet them down, which eventually she did by yelling at them, insulting them, and threatening them with idle threats ("If you don't stop that I'm going to call your mother!  OK-- I'm writing your name down!  The NEXT time you talk I'm writing your name down!  Now I am REALLY going to call your mother!  OK, if you will be good for the rest of class, then maybe I won't call your mother...).  Many kids were unprepared.  She acted surprised each time she discovered this, and yelled at them that this wasn't OK, though she didn't seem to have a systematic way of checking or of delivering consequences.  There were kids who didn't bring their materials, so they had nothing to do all of class but to disrupt everybody.  I don't fault her.  I am sure I couldn't have done better.  It would have taken the whole class to check 40 assignments, and by then she would have lost everyone's attention completely.  Eventually somehow she got them all quiet enough to teach them something (though she was still yelling over some who were not paying attention), and then she gave them an assignment, which they sat and did (though there was massive confusion about the instructions since they never all paid attention at the same time).  Two classes went on like this, and then she had a class that had only 19 kids!  She still used her same tough guy strategy to control the class, but she got done so much more with them and with very little insulting.  After the class I asked how they determined to make one class 39 kids and one class 19.  She said it was budgetary issues.  I asked if the stronger kids got smaller class sizes, but she just said it was random.  She said it's not ideal, but you have to wrok with what you got.  This woman clearly loves her job.  Aside from all the yelling and insulting, she is very friendly with the kids, and they seem to like her.  Kids come running up to her in the halls to say hi or to share something with her.  When they were able to settle down, many would even do what she asked.  She asked me to come again on Wednesday to teach a model lesson.  I came early to observe her again for a couple of classes.  In one of the classes, 3/4 of the kids weren't there.  The kids were insisting they shouldn't have to do anything because how could she teach to such a small class?  She spent the first 2/3 of the class yelling, insulting and threatening.  This was the lowest level ninth grade class-- the toughest one in the school.  She tried to control them in the classroom, but eventually she resorted to kicking people out, until finally she was down to about seven students.  At that point, she was really able to teach.  Everyone opened their book (eventually), and she walked around helping them one at a time-- sitting with them and saying encouraging words about their work.  It was a nice 10 minutes of education. She had asked to me to prepare to teach a "musical class" I had observed the first day.  The school is some sort of a special school (maybe some sort of a technical school, but with music as one of the possible concentrations), so I figured I would teach a song.  I had seen her teaching past progressive verbs (I think that's what they're called-- like "I was eating" or "they were running"), and she said they had a test the next week, so I tried to find a song with that verb form.  It was really hard.  I went through all the Beatles and couln't find anything,  I googled songs with the words was and were, but nothing.  Finally I somehow remembered about one of Rivital's favorite Taylor Swift songs-- A Love Story, about Romeo and Juliet.  Rivital thought some of them should know the song.  It seemed perfect.  When I mentioned to the teacher that I had found a song with that verb form in it to help them prepare for their test, she said oh no-- don't worry about the grammar.  That's just something she was doing with them, but she would never put grammar on a test.  As it turns out, it was still the perfect song. When she originally asked me to teach, she said the class is at noon.  I said I'd come early to do some more observing.  I had to xerox and borrow a CD player, so I wanted to make sure to get there in time for the 10:00 break. I observed her class before, and then we sat and talked during the break, after which I was supposed to go to her next class with her, and then I would teach.  As the bell rang, she was still finishing eating (that's past progressive, right?).  She pulled out a clementine and asked herself out loud if she had time to eat it.  Then she proceeded to eat it and was washing up and waving me to come.  I followed her, as she disciplined kids along the way.  She was like a discipline tornado.  One kid was sitting in the hallway with his feet up on a chair.  Where did he get the idea that it was OK to put his feet on a chair?-- she screamed.  Then we walked past a classroom where there was a big hub bub, because it seems someone had set off some kind of stink bomb or something, and there was no teacher around.  She pulled some kids aside to try to get to the bottom of what happened.  Then she spoke harshly with one kid, and then waved me to come along to her class which was next door.  She peeked in, realized it was the wrong class, and then declared that she had made a mistake with the schedule.  It turns out I would be teaching now.  We walked across to another part of the school, and when we got to the class, of course the kids were bouncing off the walls.  I plugged in the CD player.  One girl came up to me and asked if she could help.  I started to say no, since I just needed to put it on song number 3 and press play, but then I thought she might like to help, so I asked her to do that for me, as I started to write vocab words on the board.  Halfway through writing, the kids were still roaring, and I suddenly realized there was no music.  The girl had apparently given up and taken her seat without starting it.  I put on the music, and as they began to quiet down, I pointed out that there was an assignment on the board for them to do-- to write 5 sentences using the words (the instructions were clearly written).  When I finished writing the words and the song was finished playing, I asked if anyone wanted to share a sentence.  No one had done anything.  They had no idea what to do.  I explained the instructions.  Kids had a million questions.  I answered a few, but there was a lot of noise, so I thought I would wait patiently for quiet.  I went around subtly shushing people, but of course as soon as I would take my attention off one area of the room, the people I left would start talking again.  Some kids were screaming questions at me, and I said I can't hear them because there is too much talking.  I said I'd have to wait for quiet.  Finally the vice principal, who had come to observe, got up from her seat and started yelling at them.  What was wrong with them?  What kind of animals were they?  After eight years in the education system they didn't know how to show respect for a teacher?  And to raise their hand to talk?  How did they expect to get anywhere in life if they didn't try to learn anything and they didn't even know how to behave?!  She finally got them quieter.  The teacher also put in a few words, and then it was pretty much quiet enough to teach.  That is to say, in America I would never have started to teach with the level of noise and distraction that was still going on, but I was sure it wasn't going to get any better.  The kids were actually great at reading and translating the song.  We talked about the original story of Romeo and Juliet, and compared it to her version.  Halfway through the lesson, I had to ask when the period was over (this was not at all the period I was expecting to teach!).  It seemed I still had plenty of time!  After we read through the first few verses, I asked them to identify some past and present tense verbs in the song.  I offered a bonus for command forms.  Kids were very excited to share these.  This went great, though only half the class was really trying.  The rest were actually reasonably quiet, relatively speaking.  I asked them to read the second to last paragraph to themselves or with the person next to them, and to tell me what happens between the beginning and the end of the paragraph (she is sure he is gone, but then in the last line he kneels and takes out a ring-- they totally got what happened despite the hard vocabulary...).  Kids were dying to share their answers.  We concluded with a little discussion about how that compares to the original story ending, and I played the song for them one last time.  Lots of the kids were singing.  The teacher was especially enamored with the song.  As we left the class, a bunch of kids were gathered around their copies singing the song by themselves.  Rivital would be so proud of how I was spreading the good word of Taylor Swift! After the class, the teacher wanted to meet with me about how it went.  We sat in a conference room, and she went over the good and bad points of my lesson.  Her main positive feedback was that my choice of song was unbelievable.  She had never heard it, and it was just the greatest song ever!  She was disappointed that I didn't do more with the literary structure of it or the deep and profound meaning.  I was honestly amazed that they even understood it.  I was trying to imagine if an eighth grade class at BT would have known so much Hebrew.  Maybe.  And I was amazed that I got through the lesson with some kids following and no one hurting anybody!  She asked me what I felt I had taught them.  It turns out she didn't really think I taught them anything.  Under the circumstances, I thought just the fact that they enjoyed reading and singing a song in English and that they were able to discuss it was pretty amazing.  I didn't teach them how to write sentences or to identify verb forms, but I got them to practice those skills.  I thought that was something-- especially considering that I had no idea what they already knew.  I told her that my biggest concern was that I didn't know that I would be able to control the classes well enough to teach anything,  She told me that that is the most important thing.  She had told me that many times before-- the most importing thing is having control over your class..  She said to me, "I know what you're thinking-- I make it look easy in there!  But it is not as easy as it looks!  It helps that I was an army general!  You have to have complete control over them!  I have perfected this only after many years! The position that is opening is not her classes anyway.  It would be to take over from a teacher who is taking early retirement, due to illness.  As it is, she is dragging herself in every day so she can make it through the end of the month so she will get all her benefits.  This woman refuses to let me observe her classes.  This means I couldn't take the next month to get to know them before starting.  And no one will tell me what the salary would be (because it is based on ministry standards that would depend upon all kinds of things...), but I am sure it is pathetic.  So of course I am thinking that it was a nice idea but I will have to find something else more suitable. Then as I am leaving the meeting with her, this group of girls come running after me screaming "Emily!  Emily!"  (teachers are called by their first names here.  That's apparently part of their whole strict disciplinary policy...).  I turn, and it is kids from my model lesson saying, "We loved your lesson so much!  You're such a great teacher!!  Please come teach us!!!."  So I went home and watched clips from Stand and Deliver, and I am thinking-- I could totally do that!!! There is more to write about the job search, but I am getting sick of writing and you, my friends, are getting sick of reading, so I'll save it for next time.  Stay tuned.... : ) Em

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Emily's Derashah Shabbat Pekudei

Today we read the conclusion of the book of Shemot.  In Sefer Bereishit, we read the story of our development as a family—the family of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.  Sefer Shemot tells the story of our development as a nation—Am Yisrael.  
The book begins with the story of how we went down to Egypt as a family of 70 people.  We grew and expanded so much that already in the first chapter, Pharaoh identifies us as “Am Yisrael rav v-atzum.”
The first third of the book describes us as a nation of slaves, united in our suffering and in our redemption, as Hashem takes us out of Egypt.
In the second third of the book, we become a nation with a purpose, as Hashem tells Moshe to tell Bnei  Yisrael why Hashem saved them.  
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We say “Naaseh V’Nishma” and we become a people united by our commitment to the Torah.  Hashem explains to us what this means.  He starts in Parashat Yitro with the 10 Commandments: We will need to honor Hashem and to honor each other.  We need to act justly.  
Then in Parashat Mishpatim, we get a lot more details about how we need to treat slaves and poor people and widows and strangers.
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This would have been a nice place to end the sefer.  
But instead we get five parshiot about the building of the mishkan, it’s keilim, and the clothing of the kohanim, ending in our parasha with an emphasis on all the expense that went into the project.
Is this what we are about as a nation?  Golden furniture and jeweled clothing?  What was all the ceremony (Pomp?  Hoopla?) about?

Bnei Yisrael were not materialistic people.  They had been slaves for hundreds of years.  They suddenly had expensive things because Hashem instructed them to take them from the Egyptians before they left Egypt.  They could have hoarded it all for themselves, but all they ever wanted to do was to give it to Hashem.
When Moshe went up the mountain to get the luchot habrit, and the people thought he wasn’t coming back, they asked Aaron to make an “Elohim asher yeilchu lifaneinu,” and Aaron asked for the nizmei zahav asher b’oznei n’sheichem uv’noteichem.  According to Rashi, “Amar Aaron b’libo: Hanashim v’hayeladim chasim al tachshiteihen,” so they won’t agree and he can stall them.  But everyone rushed at the chance to donate their gold.  It seems they believed they could buy protection from G-d, and that’s how they wanted to spend their gold.  
When Hashem asked the people “K’chu m’itchem trumah Lashem kol nediv libo”, everyone again rushed to bring all their most precious medals and materials and stones, and people came to help with the work to make everything, until there was too much, and Moshe had to tell the people to stop.
Why was Hashem encouraging them to bring all their wealth?  Why wasn’t Hashem teaching them to save it for the poor and the needy?

In truth, there is some importance to appreciating nice and precious things.  Hashem created us to appreciate beautiful things, nice smells, delicious tastes, and beautiful music.  These are among Hashem’s gifts to us.  We read in the Talmud  about Rabbi who used to always carry money with him in case he would come across some sort of delicacy, so he would be able to appreciate all of G-d’s gifts.  But is this Hashem’s central message for sefer Shemot?  That we are a nation united by this beautiful structure we built?

In the community where we were living in America, we were part of a large and pretty wealthy shul, with a big, beautiful school.  I was a teacher in the school.  I remember a few years ago, when the economy     was starting to go bad, the head of schools, at the teacher’s meeting in the beginning of the year,  read us a beautiful letter written by two girls who were leaving the school because their parents could no longer afford to send them.  The girls wrote about how they are so grateful for their years in the school, and how they had gotten so much out of them.  They said that if their parents could find the money to pay for just one kid to go, neither of them would ask to go, but instead they would want to send their little sister, who had never had the amazing experience of studying there.  
That same year, the school built a new building for the lower school.  It was a beautiful building with all the most modern facilities.  The new school had these special  floors that had a big yellow swoop of blue and yellow down the middle—the school colors.  The floors looked so amazing they decided to redo the floors of the other branches of the school to match.  

As I sat in that staff meeting and listened to the head of school read that letter by the two girls, and everyone was crying, I was thinking to myself cynically, couldn’t they have left the old floors and paid to keep these girls in the school? After the meeting I said this to someone, and they pointed out that things don’t work that way.  The person who donated the money for the floors wanted the floors, and would not have necessarily agreed to donate instead for the scholarships.

 

And anyway, the people who pay $15,000 dollars per kid per year want the place to be beautiful.  There were many families whose children were receiving a Jewish  education in part because of the money spent to make it one of the best schools in the area, with all the best facilities.  

Also with the mishkan, the people were impressed and drawn in by the beauty and intricate detail of the structure.  They were also excited to be a part of making it happen.
So what did Hashem do?  Hashem honored their desire to create something magnificent for Hashem., but to do it in a way that would teach them the ultimate message.

The mishkan was designed to invite people in.  The outer courtyard was made with beautiful curtains and bronze.  This courtyard led to the inner courtyard, with more beautiful curtains, and more things from silver.  This led to the inner sanctuary, which most people would never see, but they knew it was covered in gold.  
The people had thought the gold would attract Hashem, but Hashem knew that the gold would attract the people and bring them near, where they could imagine what was inside.  Inside was the ark, made of gold, and inside the ark, in the very most inner part of the structure, the holiest, most valuable thing, was— Hashem’s laws—luchot habrit.  Two stone tablets, made of the cheapest material, containing G-d’s most precious gift. Of all G-d’s gifts, the greatest gift is that which G-d demands of us.  

The ark and the mishkan and the Temple will come and go, bit when Am Yisrael wants to find G-d, we just need to follow G-d’s laws—to act with  justice, to help the poor, widow and orphan, and to be kind to the stranger because we were strangers in Egypt.  When we do this, G-d will dwell among us, and this is, it seems to me, who we are as a people, and the culminating message of the book of Shemot.  

Ki Tissa

Name that tune?

Hi everyone,

 

I try to listen to the radio when I am working around the house, and I wanted to tell you about my two favorite programs.  First of all, up on our mountain, we don't get a lot of stations.  There are several in Arabic, and one in Hebrew-- army radio.  In the valley, there is more, though it's still pretty slim pickings.  It is mostly talk radio, except for a mildly decent music station that is in English and broadcasts from Jordan.  When they say things in difficult English, they helpfully translate into Arabic. 

 

That being said, I like the army station.  Aside from good news and interesting programming, they have for an hour a few days a week-- Benni Baradio ("Benni on the radio").  He is this very laid back and silly guy.  I could go on and  on about his interviews with people about their best shower ever and similar subjects (though that one is a particular favorite of his), but my favorite part of every show, is the part he calls "chush hanichush" ("the sense of the guess?"  A little help with the translation?).  Halfway through the show, he takes a break to sing for the listening audience a part of a song IN HIS HEAD.  Literally, he sings it silently in his head.  On the radio what you hear is a few moments of silence.  Then at the end of the show, people call in to guess what the song was he was singing.  The callers usually feel very confident about their guess ("I am sure I have it this time;..." or "This is my first time calling, butI have a really good feeling about it...").  I have never heard anyone win, and I wonder if anyone ever has.  Ross the Rational wants to know if he writes it down so he can't cheat, but no one on the show seems wary of that.  Yesterday someone called in and made a guess.  Benni said that no, sorry, he was wrong.  The guy said, "OK, but anyway you sang it really nicely!" 

 

The show right after Benni is a show about Israeli Bureaucracy.  People call in with their bureaucratic issue, and they try to solve it right there on the radio.  Ross once heard someone who called with a complaint about a rooster that crows in her neighborhood every morning, and they handled it right there on the phone!  Yesterday a guy called in who has been trying to get government housing for his family.  They didn't solve it, but they did get the right guy on the phone, who clarified that despite the fact that their income puts them well below the poverty line, they are too wealthy, and he clarified how poor they would have to be in order to qualify to be put on the list, for which, if he gets on, there is a NINE YEAR WAIT for housing.  Anyway, the idea is brilliant.  On the commercial for the show,  a guy calls some office and a woman says in a super-friendly voice, "Shalom!"  The guy says, "Hi.  I've been waiting on the line for an hour..." and she says in the same friendly sing-song, "Only an hour?  Please hold."  She comes back again with "Shalom!" and he says "the battery on my phone is almost dead" and she replies "Why don't you recharge it and try again tomorrow!"  Last time she answers and says, "Shalom!"  He says "Maybe now you'll help me?"  and she giggles and says "Hitzchakta Oti! (you made me laugh!)" followed by a dial tone. 

 

As long as I am writing, I'll give a quick update:

 

We just had an AWESOME Shabbat with the Franks!!  It felt like we had never been separated!  12 of us in our little apt, and everyone got along great-- like we had never been separated!  THere was a lot of sadness when they left, but it was socially rejuvinating. 

 

Now we are back to life.  Rivital just had try outs for a play (one her teacher wrote) and Shai has become active in a basketball league, which he loves.  The other day Abaye, out of nowhere, said he doesn't want to move to a bigger house (which everyone has been begging for).  Instead he wants to expand the one we have, because he loves being so close to his best friends.  The point being that he was thinking beyond "when can we move back to Baltimore? (though if you asked him, I'm sure he'd still choose that). 

 

That's the brief version, which will have to do for now. 

 

Peace,

 

Emily

Pics of our furniture and home

Pictures of our home with the new furniture:

Sickness Flood and Reunion

Hey there,

 

Last week I was supposed to write about our big Vancouver reunion, but instead today I will write about how we were knocked out by the flu just after our big Vancouver reunion.  I don't think I already wrote about the reunion.  Did I?  I truly can't remember, but I don't see anything in my sent mail.  Ross and I have been out with fevers reaching as high as 40/104 for the past week.  It started with Adin, who just had a bitty thing, with a fever but full of energy and happiness and enjoying his time out of gan.  Until we got sick, and then home was not so fun anymore.  He was out for 2 days.  Then Ross got his 104 fever and big headache.  Mine wasn't as bad, but bad enough.  Monday was Adin's secular birthday, and I had planned to bake a cake or something, but I couldn't get out of bed, so Rivital threw something together that included a multi-staged scavenger hunt with puzzles and art projects, followed by an ice cream cake.  I dragged myself vertical for the festivities.  Somehow the kids then cleaned up after everything (or enough, anyway), got themselves to bed, and here's the real miraculous part: up and out to school ALL BY THEMSELVES the rest of the week!!!!!  ALL 3 OLDER KIDS!!!      Did I mention that Rivital's bus leaves at 6:50 AM?!?!  One or two of those days Tali and Shai stayed home with sore throats (but no fever, and nothing like what we had), but (miracle number two): Abaye went every single day last week, without even a suggestion that he was feeling under the weather!!!!  (Today he is actually home sick, but with a very real sore throat and cough-- no fever). 

 

Ross and I went to the doctor on kibbutz (who works here a few hours a week).  Her check up consisted of listening to three breaths on our back and one on our chest, and looking in our throats.  Her diagnosis was one word-- viral.  She didn't bother telling us if it was the flu or what-- it's viral, nothing we can do--- go home and rest. 

 

We are still quite weak.  Ross is still worse than me-- but we have been fever free for days, and he has gone into work yesterday and today.  He helped make things up to the kids by taking them to see Harry Potter 7 Saturday night, and took them out for burgers (Tali had a lettuce sandwich) and bought them each a book (which is a big luxury around here-- books are a fortune!!)  I stayed back and watched the Jungle Book with Adin, which I have discovered features our friend Lew as Baloo the Bear (even though Lew probably wasn't born when the movie was made-- it sounds EXACTLY like him!!!  Can anyone back me up here?  THose of you who know Lew, that is?  And the Jungle Book....)  Adin is actually partial to Jungle Book 2, which is such heresy, but at least the second pretty much just repeats all the same songs from the first. 

 

Anyway, so we are on the mend, and I will do my best to recall the big reunion.  Allan arrived Wednesday night, and Thursday I thought I'd show him a bit of Israeli culture by running errands in Beit Shean.  I went to the bank to try to help him take out money.  The machine didn't accept his card.  We went inside to speak to a teller, who gave us the helpful counselling of, "Well if the machine won't take your card, what do you expect me to do?!"  It's a good thing I was there to translate....  We then went into the Pelephone store, where I was hoping to add minutes to our 2 pay as you go old cell phones (the ones we used when we lived in Jerusalem, and every summer since).  I wanted to lend one to Allan for a couple of days (he was talking about hiking alone, so I thought that would be good), plus I want to have them anyway for my kids when they go out on their bikes, etc.  So we went into the store and, literally you can't write this stuff, there are THREE workers behind the counter and NO CUSTOMERS.  I say "Excuse me please" (Or "slicha"), and she says to me, "please be seated and someone will help you shortly" (!!).  I guess they had to wait for the FOURTH customer service person to arrive?  When she finally finds time for me, she asks how she can help.  I put the phones on the counter, and say I would like to buy minutes to put on them.  She looks at them sadly, and says, "these are very old phones."  I respond that yes I know that.  She repeats that they are really very old.  I ask if they won't work anymore, and she says that no they should work, but I have come to the wrong place.  I assure her that they are Pelephone phones, and confirm that this is the Pelephone store.  She says to me, as though I have just stepped out of a time capsule (which I suppose is not far from the truth), that of course cell phone minutes can only be purchased at the post office.  Duh.  So I shlep our poor friend Allan to the post office, where I won't bore you with too many details-- not much worse or better than one might expect.  But the highlight was, well-- picture the scene.  Everyone takes a number and the numbers are moving fairly slowly, post office like, and some people are stepping out and buying coffee as they see their wait may be long, and then suddenly, at one point, one number didn't show up, so they bing the next number, and they too seem not to be there, so the person in charge of binging the numbers seems to decide that if he can bing them forward really fast, people will miss their turn and s/he can go home (or so it seemed).  The numbers started flying, and then slowed down again when someone showed up at a window with the right number.  After this happened a few times, people started darting up to the counter a few numbers before theirs to make sure they weren't missed.  SO that was fun.  Sufficeth to say that the post office lady had no idea what I was talking about when I asked about the minutes (that can only be purchased here), but the manager was able to help, and managed to get minutes put on ONE of the two phones.  Not bad for a morning's worth of errand-running.

 

After that we needed a break, so we headed over to-- you guessed it-- Sachne!!  Beautiful day and the place practically to ourselves, we went for a refreshing swim in our 28 degree year round water!  If Allan feels like it, he is (you are) invied to give your accounting of the place.  Do I exaggerate it?  Do I do it justice?

 

Back at the ranch, we tried to figure out if Allan can use his laptop here, with the electrical difference thing.  It was not clear from the computer and we couldn't find out on line, so we called the customer service of his computer company to see if the computer is compatible with both voltages (or whatever it's called), and after a HUGE runaround where we tried to find some number on his  computer that didn't seem to be there, they finally informed us that they can't tell him whether or not his computer is compatible with our electricity, unless his computer is still under warranty.  It seemed that if he wanted to purchase an extended warranty they might tell him that information, but he decided against that.  He plugged it in and it worked.

 

Thursday marked the arrival of Alissa and Morey.  We sat around for hours catching up on old times and discussing all the exciting things to do together the next day, until someone suddenly realized that the next day was a fast day.  So we chose to all hang around and cook and research whether or not one is allowed to taste the food they are cooking for Shabbat on a fast day. 

 

This ran into Friday, and the arrival of Cigal, Yitz and little Yosef Yair, who was the highlight of my kids' weekend.  They loved that little guy!  And did I mention they brought bagels?  And two massive bags of fresh popcorn?  And Crembos (which we forgot about, so weve been enjoying those THIS week...).  Cigal is never short on treats, which came up again when we were reminiscing about Adin's birth, and the main thing Shai remembered was the big cones of candy she brought when he was born....  The heated political debates between Ross and Yitz may have already started then, but I don't know that I can recap them.  The stronger image was of Friday night with Ross washing dishes, and everyone else literally seated in rows eating popcorn and watching the debates.  Is it fair to say between Shas and Meimad?  Yisrael Beiteinu and Shalom Achshav? 

 

Just before Shabbat, our final guests arrived-- Rafael and Heidi and family.  It was so great to see them and spend time with them!!  We showed them to our friends' apt where they would be staying.  Everyone was in a mad rush of showers and cooking and dressing, and then 5 minutes before Shabbat, our friends' apt started filling up with sewage.  I mean, FILLING UP and I mean, SEWAGE.  Our friends were mopping it out as fast as they could as we ran around the kibbutz trying to find the only guy who could do something.  Somehow we seemed to have it under control by the end of Maariv, with the instructions for them not to use the front bathroom. 

 

The rest of Shabbat was great-- lots of food, folks, wine, and fun.  EVERYONE brought wine (except Yitz and Cigal, but we've already been through what they brought-- no complaints here!)  Rivital took Heidi's daughter around and our boys played with her son.  At some point, some of the kids took Yosef Yair out for a walk, and didn't return for hours.  They all came back happy. 

 

By Sat nite, Adin was already sick.  Everyone packed up to go home, and I stayed with Adin while Ross went to this bar mitzvah party we were supposed to go to.  He said it was great.  Shai said for his bar mitzvah why can't he just have a kiddush after shul.  I said no problem! 

 

Right after Shabbat I called our friends and left a message on their cell phone about their bathroom.  I was under the (apparently false) impression that the guy was going to go back and fix it that night.  The next morning I got a call from the mom, who told me that her whole house filled up with sewage water that morning.  They never got my message.  The guy never came to fix it.  It turns out that it wasn't even related to them using it.  The problem was that the sewage was backed up in the whole neighorhood, and they have the lowest apt.  I felt awful, but they were very nice about it, and insisted there was nothing we could have done (though I wish we would have at least taped a note to their door).  I did the only thing I could think of at the time, and sent over some crunchy brownies (along with their towels I washed, that our friends had used to clean up the mess Friday).  Anyway, thus ends that adventure.

 

THe rest of the week I have already described, with the flu and all that.  The only thing to fill in is that I got a call Tuesday or Wednesday (its all a big blur now) saying that they are FINALLY ready to bring our new mattresses and install the last of our furniture (a covering for Kojak the bald dishwasher and cabinets above him).  I should have asked him to come another time, but we had just been waiting so long.  So on the first day I was feeling a little better, I dragged myself out of bed and prepared the house (lots of stuff had to be moved out of the way, and of course I had to straightened up so I wouldn't be too embarassed in front of this stranger I'd probably never see again...).  It nearly killed me (brought my fever back and all), but Kojak has a head covering (pine colored synthetic wood counter top-- beats the old in-the-middle-of-brain-surgery look he was sporting before), and we have ENOUGH CABINET SPACE (I think).  I owe you all pictures, but first of all, I don't feel up to it right now, and second of all, I know only Jodi really cares.  I'll try to get to it soon, Jodi. 

 

Alright, I think I am written out.  And  the kids are trickling home.  So I'll stop there. 

 

All the best,

 

Emily