Tuesdays with Menorah, eek!

Tuesdays with Menorah, eek! Yo, some people had some questions on the last entry and I answered them in a comment. Be fruitful and check it out. Another question you might have, probably if youre Jewish, is about Hillel at MIT. Let me tell you, Hillel is very active at MIT. They wouldnt stop writing, calling, and e-mailing me for my first year at MIT. It all started when I got a Hillel pin in with my admission envelope, with Hebrew letters that roughly translated into M.I.T. Then I got a dreidel and geld for Hanukkah and some kind of delicious Kosher jelly candy for passover, both stuffed into my dorm mailbox freshman year. Along the way, Ive also gotten e-mails describing their kosher chili cookoffs, invitations to the sukkah they set up in Kresge Oval every year, and an apologetic e-mail from an abdicating president describing his inability to run Hillel any longer with his busy schedule. Oh, Im not Jewish. My sophomore year they called me up on my dormitory phone and asked me if I would like to go to service for Rosh Hashanah with them. As politely as I could, I told them that although I had really appreciated their hospitality and everything over the past year, I really had no intention of ever being Jewish while I during my time at MIT and Id rather they took me off their calling list from now on. They very nicely obliged. Still, I received my all-time favorite e-mail from Hillel after this incident. In short, I was invited to a Jew-au on Ice in the middle of February. Youd think it would be hard to combine a Hawaiian-themed party with an indoor ice skating rink, but Hillel found a way. I dont remember whether or not this was the same one where we were supposed to vote on slogans advertising a party thrown by Hillel, but I do remember the slogans that we were supposed to vote on: From the window to the Western Wall! Next beer in Jerusalem! Lets party like its 1948! Its getting hot in here so immigrate [sic] to Israel with all your clothes! I, uh, hope I havent come off as insensitive thus far in the entry. Really, I cant think of any student organization at MIT that works harder than Hillel to advertise their events. Actually, yes I can. But only one. So, if youre looking at schools and the presence of Hillel on campus factors into your decision at all, rest assured that youll be set at MIT. Anyway, the reason I bring this up is that I got to learn about Hanukkah this week and Im very excited! If memory serves me correctly, it was Tuesday night that I headed over to my beloved high school friend Shanas house with no plans at all, really, in mind. We ended up watching The Princess Bride, which Ive made reference to about a dozen times on this blog but had never actually seen until then. Let me say, it lived up to all the hype I have heard from every other person on the face of the Earth about it. Anyway, after the end of the movie, I learned that Shanas family had not yet celebrated the third night of Hanukkah. So, I stood there thoughtfully while the family sang something beautiful and in Hebrew, watched their dog, Ruby, open her third-night-of-Hanukkah present, and then found out that I was going to be lighting the candles on one of their menorahs. Oh no! Im afraid of fire! Now, youre surely asking, Can you really be pyrophobic, Sam? Dont you go to MIT? Dont they set things on fire all the time there? The answers are yes, yes and yes. In fact, my fear of fire was a major hindrance in science olympiad my junior year of high school. We took part in a polymer identification competition where you were supposed to identify the composition of some polymer (HDPE or PVC or something) by its thermal decomposition. While the instructions specifically said that students were NOT to burn the polymers on their own, apparently they were really busy at Dickinson that day, so they just threw down like 10 polymer samples and a cigarette lighter and told us to start identifying. Now, neither my partner Jacob nor I had ever used a lighter, and I was really afraid because your hand has to get really close to the flame, so I kind of told him how I thought it was done in theory and made him do it. Later he asked his mother to show him how to use a lighter. She refused. But I digress. After the lighting of the candles, during which I barely avoided setting a placemat on fire, Shanas Mom rewarded me with a duck-shaped bubble wand for my valor. Now, another thing I had never done was play dreidel, so we decided it was time to continue my education in Judaism, although neither Shana nor her sister really likes dreidel at all. We started with this really big pile of cereal, and decided that since we had so many pieces, wed ante 1/3 of our pile instead of 1 piece and give 1/10 of our pile on shin rather than one piece. The problem with playing this way is that if you base all your gambling ona fraction, the game can never possibly end. Though I tried to help out by eating the pot every time I got gimel, it was no useafter 40 minutes, we decided it was time for something completely different. Or, well, not too muchI flipped through the classic Hershel and the Hannukah Goblins and learned about the goblin that loved pickles so much, he forgot to stop Hanukkah from occurring. My education completed, we headed over to a used bookstore warehouse which is totally a story for another entry. I then went home and perhaps cancelled out everything I had learned by eating a grilled ham and cheese sandwich made with the leftover Christmas ham. But look how well Sams Mom chops up the ham into bite-size pieces, assembles with extra cheese for cohesiveness, and then grills to a perfect golden brown how could I resist? Ill be in Dyke, VA for the next day or two. If I dont see you, have a happy new year, and GET YOUR APPLICATIONS IN OR ELSE. Thanks for reading this year! Its really been a blast blogging for the past year and I hope it continues to be so in the future. Remember, this blog is made possible by readers like you. Well, and Ben. Mostly by Ben. But youre important too! Coming soon: egg decorating, alligators, and hardcore baking.