As Summer Fades into Fall

Hello my dear readers,

The ideas swimming in my head aren't yet formed into something corporate enough to write about so I settled on a poem instead. The poem was supposed to express my feelings as the season is changing and summer is fading into autumn, but I don't feel it does justice to my thoughts. I suppose it is a start of sorts. Do try to enjoy!

I feel the season changing as my hours are with the clock.
Soon we shan't be able to leave home without  boots or sweaters.
When the first rain falls for all of two seconds, the natives I gleefully mock.
Yest still I dread the oncoming colds and flus from which we must now get better.

Darkness is more prevalent now, and in mornings it is hard to wake.
The path to school and work is fraught with chill and nip.
For some of my patients ankles and wrists will now start to ache.
Motivation is harder to come by, and ever chapped is my lip.

Sunshine is still found each day, although less and less.
The warmth of her I do so long for, as her friends the clouds take over.
I miss the days of summer now, when all was free and my hair a happy mess.
In summer everything feels right and it is easy to dream of rainbows and four-leaf clovers.

Well now you see why I don't rhyme or write poems, as my skills do dearly lack!
I ask only that you read with patience, since perhaps one day I will find my true knack!

I remain yours (a less than desirable poet),
Shira

היום קשה לי לכתוב את המחשבות שלי אז כתבתי שירה...ממש פחות כדאי לי!
Translation: Today it's hard for me to write my thoughts so I wrote a poem...really not worthwhile for me!

A Non-Apologetic Attempt at Blog Stability

Hello Cyberspace!

I am so sick of starting a post with an apology for not having posted in ages (weeks, months, whatever it is really) so this time I won't; I'll start with a statement. With the help of G-d this year I would like to schedule a post a week, most likely it shall fall out on Fridays. We shall see how this goes, and in the meantime do bear with me. I intend to try my best!

I've peered back at the last post I uploaded and much time and many adventures have since transpired. Some major life events are included in the following list:

-I finished my first year of national service (in place of military service)
-I went to America for a three week visit
-I began to feel very lost in my life
-I have a new niece!

Gee whiz, I know myself quite well and honestly I am quite capable of dedicating a post to each of these developments but I shall try my utmost to keep each matter to a paragraph...or two.

Serving my country is and was a whirlwind of merriment, responsibility, jest, gravity, disappointment, wonder, and maturation. Spending any sizable amount of time volunteering one's time has an affect on us human beings, and I venture the act of giving of myself every single day for an entire year did influence me. The largest aspect I took from my first year of Sherut was Hebrew. My language skills improved and progressed in ways I had never dreamed possible. My conversational skills and linguistic abilities soared and I now am able to confidently maintain that I speak "Basic Hebrew."

Additionally, I built several friendships with, quite shockingly to myself, Hebrew speaking girls, which eventually culminated with me being able to spend a Shabbat with Hebrew-speaking girls for a birthday. On that Shabbat I learned the importance of being able to say no. There was a game being played where one girl would put a piece of paper with a noun on her head and she would have to guess what it was with the help of the other girls. This is essentially a text-book nightmare situation for an immigrant. I participated marginally in the rounds and when the turn for the paper got to me I politely declined. Some of the girls began insisting I take the paper proclaiming "I'll help you! Here I have an easy one for you!" They didn't realize of course, but this sentiment of theirs only added insult to injury: I don't want an easy one or help. Had we been playing in English I would have managed fabulously on my own, thank you very much! I held my ground and eventually the girls accepted my stance. I didn't have the heart to explain to them, but the truth is that that kind of game will probably never be fun for me in Hebrew. This Shabbat taught me I don't have to accept passively that sinking dread in my stomach when a game is suggested; I do not have to welcome the heat that starts prickling my neck or the moisture that pools on my palm as my turn approaches--I can just say "No, thank you."

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America! Oh lord, what a splendid continent! My sisters and I enjoyed a three week holiday on that golden soil. Grandmothers were visited, elder sisters were placated, much shopping was done, and friends were called on for the first time in two years! America was a sweet respite from daily immigrant life and a timely reminder that I am growing up and it's time to make some adult decisions. Two elements of the trip I would like to share here. First, I had anticipated a huge headache upon arrival based on the sudden deluge of English and I thought being surrounded by my mother-tongue all hours of the day would cause an ache in my brain. I was pleasantly surprised that the opposite was true. I didn't feel any additional pressure in my head from the English, rather I felt a pressure being released as I understood the entirety of my surroundings. It was similar to letting out a breath I had been holding; like my shoulders relaxing even though I hadn't realized they were tense for so long. It was a serene sensation. 

The second element was a somewhat sad realization. I had expected all my childhood friends to comment on how Israeli I had become. I was imagining comments on my style of dress, forward mode of speech, and lack of respect for private space. Instead, nobody showed any reaction at all, and most people treated me exactly the same. One chap even went so far as to inform me when I apologized for asking a personal question and that I have no boundaries "Shira, you've never had any boundaries." And I think this is how many felt, that I hadn't 'become' Israeli at all, I've always been Israeli. I was a little defeated after this epiphany, but I suppose for much more of my life than I had assumed I have been people's "Israeli friend." There are worst titles, however, so despite my disillusionment I will prevail!

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While on my holiday, I started thinking a lot about what I want to do with my life. Essentially, I have lost my way a little bit. I have strayed from my inner path and am looping around to hopefully arrive at some answers. I find myself drawn to medicine, but I take much issue with standard medical practice. I lack the patience to be a nurse and am attracted to the liveliness of doctors. I want to help and heal, but would make a disastrous nurse, a doable doctor, and not-totally-certain what kind of physiotherapist. I'm very muddled! My perplexed self is trying to learn/master the art of living day by day. If anyone has some good counsel on how one decides what do do with themselves in their lives, please leave a comment. 

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Lastly, I have a new niece! Her name is Shalhevet Alma Rivkah and she is a beautiful specimen who does proud to the family name. I love her loads already <3

I remain yours,

Shira 

Tried to post in Hebrew but formatting was being wacky, perhaps next time there will be more luck. 

Interview With an Olah Chadasha

Hello Readers!

This is a very spontaneous post. I decided it was time for some outside input, and therefore thought to interview another Olah Chadasha. And so, without further ado, let's talk with Maya!

When did you make Aliyah? The end of August, 2014. (One year and 9 mos. ago)

How old where you when you made Aliyah? Almost 17yo.

Did you want to make Aliyah? Absolutely not.

How did you feel when you received the decision that you would be moving?  Upset and in denial up until the flight, which I spent most of crying.

What was it like in the way beginning after arriving? Stepping off the plane?  I kept hoping it was a nightmare and that I would wake up soon.

What did you do when you got to Israel?  Got my luggage and then into a taxi.

I meant more generally, like in the first half year or so. What did you do then?  Wept a lot, and then did an Ulpan , and adjusted to the climate, and food, and culture.

How are the climate, food, and culture different? Than in America?

No, in France you dweeb. Yes than in America!  The food here is more flavorful and pungent than American food. I've adjusted to Israeli food now, but I still miss American food. Oh, La Victoria!

Climate? I love the climate here when it's sunny out. I was always cold in America. Because I'm cold-hearted :P Sweat stains are the new fashion.

Culture?  Culture? Still not adjusted fully. Probably never will be. I feel strongly Russian at heart...stam stam (JK JK).

Can you explain what exactly you still haven't adjusted to in the culture? Israel is a country that eats its own inhabitants. What I mean by that, is that an Israeli soldier was put in jail for shooting a terrorist trying to kill him. People say Israel is really warm and family-like, and when I hear that, I think of a caring and loving family. But what I realized is that when people say "like a family" they didn't specify "warm" and "loving;" just "family." Some families are dysfunctional. I  have met some phenomenal people here, and some horrid.

What did you do after Ulpan? Until now.  After Ulpan until last summer I worked on finishing my high school and babysitting to raise money to visit America. Since last September, I have been doing National Service by working in a preschool with some of the kindest people in the world, as well as helping families in the afternoons.

What was it like during your visit in America? How did it affect you and how you felt about the Aliyah decision? It was amazing. I enjoyed every day there. When I moved to Israel, I thought basically that America had disappeared forever and that there was no going back. I knew theoretically that it still existed, but I didn't feel that way. I think it really strengthened me to see that life had continued after I left. When I came back to Israel I felt renewed and like a new person.

What is it like to do National Service as a new immigrant? It's okay. I chose to do National Service in a gated community of over 600 families. It's easier I think because it's smaller and I'm not overwhelmed by city life. The community was actually started by immigrants. I have found that people in childcare have lots of patience to listen to all my mistakes in Hebrew. When I started working in the community they gave me an adoptive family, and that has also really helped me because whenever I am confused by something in the culture or have forms to fill out, I  have a loving adoptive mother to help me.

How do you feel now about Aliyah nearly two years later? Any different?  Yeah. I have much more positive feelings for it now and don't regret it. Well...I still have those days. *Blush*

What positive feelings? Please explain.  I feel freer to be a Jew here, and currently I'm a little drunk on independence. It's a normal thing to hitchhike here, so I get around ;) I have also have made some great friends for life that have helped me change my view of Israelis.

Can you pinpoint when your feelings started to change towards Aliyah?  Yes, when I returned from my visit to America. I realized this isn't the final destination, it's just a stop on the way of life.

So do you intend to return to America? Or are you here forever?  We'll see who I marry. I'm not opposed either way.

Do you have any advice for new immigrants? What has helped you?  Don't compare yourself to Other immigrants, everyone grows and changes at their own pace. What has really helped me is making good friends.

What's the worst experience you've had here? Whoa, hard to pinpoint just one. Probably when I was returning home one week before a holiday, and was standing in line to board the bus when I was lifted off my feet and thrust forward by the sheer mass of people shoving to board the bus. It brought to mind things I have heard about the Holocaust and being herded onto trains.

What's the best experience you've had here? I've had some good ones, and one that comes to mind easily is when we went on The Party Boat on the Kinneret with my mom and sisters.

What do you find the most endearing about Israelis? That if they are poor, they are generous.

What do you find the most annoying about Israelis? Their impatience and hot tempers (because of the heat).

Do you consider yourself Israeli or American or both? Haven't we been over this? I'm Russian. :P :P Unfortunately I think I am half and half, but I try to connect more to my American side and hope to remain that way.

Why?  There is something special about Americans. Maybe because we know we're better than everyone?

To be annoying like all Israelis, dare we ask "how is your Hebrew?" Definitely improved since when I first got here. I feel comfortable to leave my house now and go out. I still don't like events all in Hebrew though. But overall, I would say I understand day-to-day Hebrew and can speak when not under pressure.

Anything else you would like to share with us? Yes. Most people think I am negative about making Aliyah, but I would recommend it to other people, and I have come to terms with it and am happy with my family's decision. 



And a big thank you to Maya! Shabbat Shalom everyone and be well. :)

On EKGs and Growing a Backbone

Hello dear readers,

I recently went through an experience where I had to stand up for myself in my position in National Service and I'd like to share a few (haha, as if) words about it here:

During the course I took before I started my job I learned several things, including biology, anatomy, how to draw blood, how to measure vital signs, and how to do an EKG test. My job as a medical assistant can include all of those, but I understood a typical day included showing up at 7:00 am, doing blood work, sitting in on morning conference if time permits, following the doctors on their rounds and in general assisting the doctors with paperwork, consultations, phone-calls, etc.

A few months ago I got a phone call from a woman who told me she was in charge of the EKG's getting done in the Internal wards and that she was having trouble scheduling a woman to come do them for the whole ward on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and that she understood that I had learned how to do them. I agreed to help her out twice a week because I thought I was being nice. In hindsight, I should have checked with my doctors and boss if this was okay, but I just thought I was helping...so I didn't think to ask.

As time wore on the woman began calling me on Sundays mornings often because the usual woman was late, and could I take over for her? She often woke me up on my long bus rides. A few weeks ago it happened that lady who usually does my ward was sick all week. I wasn't told that at the beginning of the week, but each day it was thrust on me. At one point I got a phone call from a different woman who was very nasty to me on the phone and asked me what I was doing at that moment. I said I was in the middle of a procedure with a patient. She asked what procedure. I said an urgent EKG the doctor had requested. She said "well you can wait for the doctors to request each one or you can get off the phone and do the whole list." She was so horrid to me on the phone that afterwards I sobbed. I was being spoken to like an animal or a slave. Everything was just my "job." I had had enough. I was feeling abused. Yes, I had learned how to do EKGS in my course, and yes of course if a new patient arrived in the middle of the day, or someone complained of chest pain I was definatly the girl to call to do an EKG. But a list of 15-25 patients daily? No, that wasn't my job,

It's a physical job,
I was missing rounds (I also do research for the head of the ward during rounds),
sometimes older men could be inappropriate during an EKG,
and many of my friends in the same position as me had similar stories.

 We complained to our coordinator, who sent us to our wards. At one point the original woman who had called me came to explain to me in person what was going on. She happened to be American and she explained to me in English that it was a plan to have the Medical Assistant girls take over from the beginning, that it was our job, etc. I told her I felt like a technician, I hated coming to work, and I had been told I was to do EKGS only if they were urgent or sudden, not on a regular basis. Neither of us yelled and I recall working hard to keep my body language open. I must have repeated a dozen times that I didn't want to do it, although I didn't shout once. She also explained that until she had an order from higher up she wasn't going to do anything about it. She said we all have to do things outside our job description, it's part of working within a system, and essentially grow up and deal with it.

But despite not cursing each other or even raising our voices, we each got our points across in our quiet, polite, and very controlled row. She sent a different woman to do the EKGS the next day and the woman said "yes I came today because I was told you were fed up."  I didn't go back to the original woman because I knew she didn't care five cents about me, and would only change if I got someone higher up involved. Before she left I said "want to come with me right now to my coordinator?" to which she replied she "had no time and was under a lot of pressure." No surprise there. In the end we had to go higher up, and we had a meeting with the head or Human resources. In between I spoke with the head nurse of my department who remained diplomatic for the most part. She also started to lecture me on team work and reliability. I was very frustrated by these speeches I kept receiving, as I work hard at being a diligent and reliable worker. I remembered my Israeli friend counseling me to cry because in Israel things start to happen when it gets emotional. So even though I felt like and actor and a fraud, I started to bawl on que:"I feel like a technician," I wailed. "I'm just a volunteer," I whimpered. "You know me, I come every morning with so much zest and energy to work, and now I don't care. I don't care to be on time. I just hate it. I wake up angry every day," I wept,  I let the water works flow, and when the head nurse asked why I didn't feel like a blood technician when I took blood every day I told her the truth---I knew that was my job from the course, so I was expecting it. I knew before I was supposed to help daily with blood work,

The head of Human Resources took care of it for us, but the meeting with her wasn't exactly a rosy experience. From the about half that I actually understood, she seemed to think that we were snobs who thought we were above everybody else. She outright told us that the other National Service girls in other positions work harder than us. From what I understood we were being scolded for being hoidy toidy. My one Israeli friend who had repeatedly told me how much we had to stand on, how deeply it wasn't our jobs, and had assured me she would bring a copy of a law protecting us...did none of those things. She sat quietly and let less articulate girls butcher their arguments. No one seemed to be able to maneuver the conversation in our favour, and as for me, well I was so busy trying to parse and translate the words this woman was spewing quite quickly from her angry mouth, there was no way I could correctly  translate what she said, formulate a response (because I probably had a good one as I had thought about this issue a lot), translate it back to Hebrew in my head, and then say the words without butchering them. Absolutely no way. And the woman seemed in such a hurry and without patience even for the native Hebrew speakers, I didn't dare try much more than mono syllable responses.

In the end, she did get them to stop using us for EKG technicians. But we all left with the feeling of being told off. The situation isn't fun for me, I know the EKG people are overworked and understaffed. But I also know it wasn't my job either. I feel really bad, but when I think back to how the EKG boss woman viewed it, what she said to me in English so I know I couldn't have misunderstand it, I was appalled at how she outright told me she was informed she could "use" National Service girls for this job. You use a spoon to eat, you don't use a person.

Some reflections and lessons I learned from this difficult situation:

*In my expereince Israelis don't seem to hear or think I mean anything I say if I haven't yelled or cried. I feel a cultural miscommunication because for me I would swallow a lot before I asked someone to stop doing something annoying. The first time I ask, it's as if I yelled. If I have to repeat myself, it's as if I have shattered a plate, and if I have to say it a third time, so help me G-d I called all their friends and family and boss and they are in serious trouble. But I could do all of this in a calm voice. Alas, my verbal and non-verbal cues don't seem to mean very much on this side of the hemisphere.

*Sometimes in life the right thing to do feels like the wrong thing to do. To make ultimate change for everyone we have to stand up and admit there are problems, and start fixing them. Even though I have caused more work for people and I do feel very bad for them on a personal level, maybe they will now see that people should be treated better. Girls made a bug fuss when they weren't treated right and hopefully this will stick with some of the involved parties.. Every day in the lunch line for water at the hospital cafeteria at least two people cut me off in line to get drinks first. I always go to the proper place in line and wait my turn. Instead of "learning to be Israeli" and starting to cut, I figure if I don't cut enough times, perhaps someone will see it and notice. If 500,000 more polite people move to Israel and don't cut, maybe we can change the etiquette here. I love Israel and a lot of what Israelis represent (bravery, kindness without question, etc) but I don't think there is any religious or cultural benefit to being impolite or uncouth.

*At one point I told a coworker some of what was going on and how uncomfortable I would feel with older men flirting with me during EKGs. She told me that this was the lot of women in life. I couldn't believe my ears. How easy she said this, like she accepted it. She admitted it was wrong, but was already beyond hope it would ever change. This gravely saddened me, and I saw that here for many workers this kind of attitude and expectation is the norm.

*I (re)learned that for most things in life it is better to rely on yourself and trust as few people as possible. No one can do the job you want how you would do it, so just do it. I was disappointed that my friends who speak and understand Hebrew weren't more organized, and didn't stand up and present themselves and our arguments better. I should have known better than to rely on anyone else, and just maybe I should have piped in my two cents in English. It is a sad lesson, but reliance on others is not always optimal.

*I learned not to agree to anything here without explicit permission and much thought. For my innocent unschooled brain it was hard to halt all my curiosities. It was difficult to train myself not to just answer "hey I can do that!" But I am learning it, and it is making me profoundly question my career choices; if I want to own my own business and or clinic, and many other relevant issues. It's shaken up my personal universe,

As always, my stories are a mix of coming of age, the trials and adventures of a foreigner in her homeland, and the tales of a  sometimes rather unlucky girl. Thanks for reading. :)

I remain yours,
Shira

A Small Study

Dear Readers,

Okay this is me posting...no for real this time! It's been two months people! That's a long time, you know. 

So today let's talk about the people I spend most of my day with. The species with which I communicate daily, that is the ever feared and sometimes revered ISRAELIS.

Let's analyze a typical evening for a bat sherut (girl doing national service, literally daughter of service): Last night my friend and roommate came back to the apartment complaining of red, itchy eyes. Her eyes were quite swollen, and had been all day. She works in the hospital like me, and she told me she had told the nurses all day. Finally at the end of the day one of them said to her it sure looked like pink eye and she should take eye drops. Another nurse protested, don't give her drops until we know what it is! Send her to a doctor first. They couldn't manage to get a doctor to write her a referral to the emergency room (although really he could just scrawl "please take so and so to the ER", and as long as he used his doctor stamp it would work. But whatever), and of course she can't just go to the eye ward of the hospital, it "doesn't work like that." She was told all this and then given a number for a clinic. When I saw how much she was suffering and how hurt she was by the less-than-helpful hospital staff she worked with, I told her "yallah we'll go together, maybe we can even grab dinner on the way back." Of course she got red puffy eyes on Valentines day. <3 

We interacted with six individuals/sets of people. Here is my synopsis of the Israeli condition from the following sample. 

1) When you ask a girl for help and the nearby male jumps to the rescue. 

Know those types? The dreamy, dark, former Combat soldiers with bulging muscles, sultry skin, and fathomless eyes? Yup, we talked with him. After descending from the bus on the main street, we weren't sure how to get to the side street we needed. We went in to a little health food shop on the main drag and asked the female teller how to get to the street we needed. From a different part of the store the aforementioned hottie hollered "I'll show you! Come with me." He promptly lead us out and in typical Israeli fashions pointed and a lot and gesticulates with his hands. He even called us back to say he wasn't sure if it was two or three traffic circles. What a sweetie. He was NICE. 

2) When you go to the doctor and he's angry at the world and makes you feel like a twit for being sick

We arrived and the harried secretary gave us a number for room 6 with a family doctor. Sababa, we went to wait. As we watched the others in front of us in line enter the room we began to get apprehensive as the doctor kept walking in and out and slamming the door, Nevertheless we waited our turn and then entered. 

Doctor: Who are you? 

Roommate: I'm sick.

Doctor: Good sit here. And who are you?

Me: Friend and roommate,

Doc: Fine, sit there. 

He then proceeded to demand her symptoms, hardly actually checking her, let alone making eye contact with her. She meekly described what she was suffering from as he furiously typed, pounding on the keys and typing the lord knows what, since he wasn't actually discussing her symptoms with her, 

The short visit continued like this, my friend timidly repeating what the nurses had suspected, and he decided she may have a small infection and proscribed her some eye drops. Oh, her throat hurts? Well okay he'll just slam a wooden paddle down her throat...only to proclaim "nope, all clear."

As we were ushered out, my roommate, who grew up in America, was telling me how appalled she was. She was so angry, and had never encountered a doctor who actually made her feel foolish for coming to him! With her blood boiling, I tried to calm her down. He was NOT NICE.

3) When the checker patronizes you instead of screaming. Not sure what's worse actually

We went to the 5 shekel supermarket which was nearby and new to the area. We excitedly piled our items at the checkout and I added a coffee chocolate bar (super yum), After I had paid and was bagging (yes, bagging myself. Help with bagging is a major luxury here), I realized I had accidentally bought dark chocolate not milk chocolate. When I asked the checker if I could switch because I hadn't noticed it was dark she responded with "No honey." "Why not?" I asked. "Because cutie, then I would have to use a different code. You have to tell me before you pay." And she gave me the you're such an idiot I feel bad for you look. She was NOT NICE.

4) When the bus driver yells at you for putting your rav kav (special bus card/pass) in the wrong way-classic

My poor, sweet roommate. We waited at the bus stop for a bus to the mall and we saw one and ran to a different stop a little bit up the street because here, the buses sort of only stop where they want, and when they want. So if you see one you must wave your arms like a crazy person and hail the bus the way people hail cabs in New York. Strange place.  Anyway, as we breathlessly got on he told me to go back and use my rav kav in the machine in the back part of the bus, My roommate didn't hear it and stuck her card in the front machine, Mistake! She was told off and he readjusted her card. He was NOT NICE. 

5) When the security guard jokes around and then you flirt back :D

We made it to the mall. My roommate's flying back to The States to visit her family, so we decided to go there to look for jewelry for her sisters and mother. The security guard looked in our shopping bags from the supermarket jokingly remarking "so what did you bring me, Oooh, I see bamba!" to which I immediately insisted he take a bag. "I even bought two!" I told him, He didn't go for it, but he smiled quite prettily and I think we made him laugh. He was NICE.

6) Shopkeepers sort of have to be nice if they want you to buy stuff...

And indeed they were, Totally polite and understanding about our tiny budget since we're broke bnot sherut. We ended up getting gifts for her mom and sister. They were persuasive but also NICE. 

So there you have it. One night, six encounters, three nice and three not nice. The Israeli is indeed hard to figure out and they often leave me stumped. The same girl who can yell at you for 10 minutes strait about your place at work and being out of line can turn around the next day and spend hours helping you with boy trouble. The same super sweet, polite, doctor can be tired one day and yell at all the patients. To be honest, I'm still baffled.

Until next time, I remain yours etc,

Shira

Temporarily not posting in Hebrew because only have English keys on the laptop. I'll work on that :D

But to go with the theme, this is a funny little snippet of something that happened today:

Roommate: Ugh, there are no little markets around here.

Me: What are you talking about? There's one down the street! *Points in direction of market*

Roommate: No, it closed.

Me (somewhat reflectively): So that's what that long, handwritten sign in Hebrew that I didn't bother to read that was posted on the door was about...

December: Tests and Nice People

Hello dear readers,

It is now mid-December and a coolness has settled over the land. To be honest, it feels more like Autumn to me, but I guess I come from a much colder climate.

I have been doing well overall, thank G-d. I've been feeling quite tested lately--mentally, physically, in all areas really. Perhaps it is because I was an unschooler for my formative years, but I still have not grown accustomed to graded examination of any sort. There is something quite unpleasant about another person being granted the judgment of how adequate I perform a task. There is something subjective and downright unfair about the whole operation. In any case, I detest examinations by anyone except myself, performed on myself. Self-testing I accept because I recall learning in a course entitled "Thinking" that testing is an effective way of learning. Testing--but nothing about grades. Just the act of recall aids in the encoding process. One of the exams I had to take was earlier this week. It was yet another theoretical exam (this time just on phlebotomy) in Hebrew. I made enough of a fit that I received help in English. I had wanted to write a blog post chronicling all deceptions and outright lies I was told about it, but I have decided I lack the energy to write about it. I am just relived that exam is over, and all I have left for phlebotomy is a practical exam this upcoming week.

I have digressed and lectured you all long enough on my enmity of testing. Let us discuss what else is new in my life. I have been working in the hospital, and really enjoying it. I work with an excellent team of doctors, nurses, CNAs, social worker, and secretary. They are all so kind and understanding. They know I struggle with Hebrew, but they also know I am an extremely hard worker. Once, one of the doctors approached me and asked if I could call a different hospital to make inquiries about radiation treatment for a patient of ours. He explained to me what to do, but tacked on that if I found it too hard to do on the phone it was alright, he could do it when he finished rounds! His consideration astounded me. I, of course, wanted to try, so set out to the secretary's office. I told her I wanted to try to phone the hospital on my own, but would she mind if I did it in her office just in case I ran into any trouble or misunderstanding? She complied, and I made the phone call. Thank G-d the woman who answered was patient and understandable. I got the information I needed and passed it on to the doctor. Every component of the above tale testifies to the sheer amiability of the staff I work with!

And it is in this condition I find myself enjoying work, despite it being in a hard ward. I disfavor working in Internal Medicine, as I find it very sad. I had never fully realized just how ill people can be. Sometimes we have patients with such an extensive list of ailments, it takes several minutes before we reach the current complaint. Death is also a part of daily life for me. It's very difficult and painful for me. I intend to pen a poem on the very topic, and perhaps when I do I will share it. Suffice it so say that the sound of grief is no stranger to me now, and that is not something to be proud of at all.

Well, there is always more I could tell. I could describe the less pleasant encounters I have at work, they are almost exclusively Hebrew related. But, let us just dwell on the positive for a while. I will just be grateful in this moment to G-d, my family, and friends that I am doing alright today, well over a year after Aliyah.

  לי בארץ אני מרגישה 'ה כמאת כל יום. יש המון דברים קשים לעשות ולעבור ותמיד הם לא בשפה או תרבות שלי. מה אני עושה? עובדת כל כך קשה ומתפללת ומדברת איתו. הכל יהיה בסדר

Translation: For me, in Israel I feel G-d nearly every day. There are lots of hard things to do and overcome and always they are not in my language or culture. What do I do? I work really hard and I pray, and I talk with Him. Everything will be okay.

I remain yours etc,
Shira

The Pit and the Weasel

Dear Readers,

Hello! All is well here, thank G-d. 

I’ve been out of comission for two days due to a stomach bug but hope to return to normal life tomorrow. Being ill in an empty apartment on one’s birthday is not the most pleasurable experience, but at least this blog post is finally all finished! :)

Anyways, I would really like to share this very happy experience that happened to me a couple of weeks ago. The story has a few parts, but ties together in a serendipitous fashion that I find extremely pleasing. :)

• Part one: About a month ago two dear friends of mine came up to visit for Shabbat (Sabbath). These friends are girls I had learned at Midrasha (Seminary) with and so obviously over Shabbat religious topics arose and one of my friends was asked to give a Dvar Torah (Torah thought/idea). She related to my family that she was learning Tractate Tannit and there was a really interesting story she had learned that goes like this: a man happens upon a woman stuck in a pit and he tells the woman that he will only rescue her if she agrees to marry him. The woman promptly accedes. After rescuing her they share details, and the whole issue is settled. The man looks around and sees a wesel nearby. He tells her that both the pit he rescued her from and the weasel will serve as their witnesses for the agreement. They then part ways. The woman waits and waits, but the man never comes to call on her and marry. Meanwhile the man had married a different woman and had two sons, completely forgetting his agreement with the woman from the pit. His first son dies from a weasel attack and shortly afterward the second one falls into a pit and dies. The man’s wife tells him these are strange ways to die and asks him if he ever did something that would cause such unusual punishment. The man suddenly remembers the pit, woman, and his agreement. His wife tells him to divorce her and go make it right. He gives her a get (religious bill of divorce), and marries the other woman. The story ends there, and that was what our friend shared with us that Shabbat.

• Part two: Two weeks ago my mom invited me to her book club meeting because they were having a special guest speaker, Jeffrey Saks. The book for the month was a short story called "Tehila" by Shai Agnon, available in both its original Hebrew as well as translated into English. I printed out the short story and read it on my bus ride home that week (the book club was on a Thursday night). I didn’t actually make it through the whole story, but I read as much as I could on the buses and trains I took to get home (when you live in the North but work in the Center getting home always takes hours and many modes of transportation). Once I got home, my mom served me copious amounts of pizza and then ushered me to the Yishuv (settlement/community) library where the talk was being held.

• Part three: Earlier that same  week I saw on my facebook feed that the same friend from Midrasha was having a Siyum (completion ceremony) for Tractate Taanit scheduled for Thursday night in Jerusalem. I debated heavily about going to it, but in the end decided to go home since it takes me so long to get there and I really wanted to be home. I hoped many people would attend in person to celebrate with her, but I would have to celebrate from afar.

• Part four: At the talk many layers of the story were brought out. Jeffrey Saks is an expert on Shai Agnon and a superb translator. He had even prepared a source sheet that we loosely followed. We discussed historical events concerning Shai Agnon, biography, his talents, etc. Finally we came to a source from Masechet Taanit. The speaker began by saying that few had heard of or learned this uncommen piece of Gemara, but that it tied in nicely with Tehila. He began to tell a story...the story of the pit and the weasel! I was in shock. As he methodically made his way through the short story I felt a grin spreading across my face like wildfire. I snuck a glance around the room and nobody else seemed to be having my reaction. I whispered to my mother that I knew the story! I knew the obscure story! I was so excited, my blood was pulsing through my veins, I felt my cheeks warming and I was beginning to bounce in my seat. I could hardly contain myself! The parallel was drawn between the part in the story where the “coincidences” were simply not adding up in the sad life of the protagonist Tehila and the death of her two sons. Although it is a rather unfortunate story and parallel, I was utterly elated that I recognized a random piece of Gemara that is not so well known, and that this happened on the day of my friend’s siyum!. Afterwards I immediately phoned my friend, and excitedly told her what had happened, and all on the night of her Siyum. I felt very connected. I felt like I had truly celebrated with her, and I felt the lifeline of Torah being spread, just like blood in the body, as it passed from one to another.

Well dears, that's a happy event that transpired. I hope you enjoyed this little tale. I hope you are all doing well wherever you find yourselves. Don’t forget, the sky's the limit! (Except when it isn’t, but more on that another time…)

I remain yours etc,,

Shira

Hebrew is from google translate because on my laptop. Dreadfully sorry.

היום הייתי חולהולא היה לי זמן לחשוב על הרבה דברים . התחלתי לחשוב על אם השמים באמת הוא הגבול . זה ממש קשה לפעמים כאשר הסיכויים מרגישים שנערמו נגדנו ,ואני עדיין לא בטוח מה הוא הגבול ... עוד על כך בפעם אחרת.

Translation: today I was sick and I had time to think about a lot of things. I started thinking about if the sky really is the limit. It's really hard sometimes when the odds feel stacked against us, and I'm still not sure what's the limit... more on this another time

P.S. I realize that often I have begun to use blood references and discuss things in terms of veins and blood flow etc. I hope this has not offended anybody, it is simply due to the fact that part of my job every day is drawing blood and since I am still a beginner I am still getting used to it and thus it is on my mind a lot. On a comical note, veins are all I seem to notice about people these days: strangers on the bus, friends, family, cute boys, everyone! It’s all just veins veins veins!